"Wait, what?" Sam turned to the teenage girl beside him in confusion. "You know the creep in the spandex?"
Danielle, her eyes still glued to the masked vigilante from New York perched atop a small cart with Steve's shield in hand, nodded. "That's the Spider-Man. He... He's from New York. He saved Wanda and I from getting hit by a car, and he also saved me from a fire." Danielle quickly turned to face Sam and Bucky. "Don't tell Steve," she added in a sheepish tone after catching sight of their pointed looks.
She quickly turned back to the scene outside, not paying attention to the small conversation the Spider-Man seemed to be having with Tony as she remained focused on their dynamic. How had Tony recruited the vigilante from New York that had worn a red and blue hoodie as a suit to join his team? Where had he gotten the suit on such short notice? Or had he alread had it made and just now gave it to the vigilante? Who was he under the mask? She had so many questions and so little answers.
"You've been busy," Steve's voice in comms captured Danielle's attention again.
"And you've been a complete idiot," Tony snapped back. "Dragging in Clint. Rescuing Wanda from a place she doesn't even want to leave. A safe place. Not to mention, kidnapping Harper!" Danielle shifted uncomfortably as she could clearly see from the stiffness of Steve's shoulders from up above that he didn't like where this conversation was going. Neither did she, considering it was about her. "She is with you, isn't she?" Tony asked, but he didn't really need an answer. "I'm trying to keep-" Tony cut himself off before taking a deep breath and starting again. "I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart."
"You did that when you signed," Steve replied calmly.
The billionaire stared at him dumbfoundedly, almost hurt. But, he quickly snapped out of it. No more Mr. Nice Guy anymore it seemed. "Alright. I'm done. You're gonna turn Barnes over and you're gonna come with us. Now! Because it's us! Or a squad of JSOC guys with no compunction about being impolite." Tony warned in a clearly aggravated tone. "Come on," Tony quietly pleaded with the Captain who was silently looking at all his options.
Steve knew for a fact that he wasn't backing down. He couldn't. He also knew that there was no way Tony was going to help them, mening they were on their own and also were about to have to face off against Tony and his own team. This was going to end in a fight, and a bad one at that. Now, all Steve had to do was wait for the signal.
"There it is," Sam breathed out loud from beside Danielle and Bucky. "We found it," he called through comms. "Their Quinjet's in Hangar Five, North runway." And there was the signal.
Just then, Dani watched as Steve raised his... webbed hands up in the air. A moment later, an arrow was fired from the parking garage, setting him loose of his restraints. Tony's helmet instantly came down as everyone turned in the direction of where Danielle knew Clint and Wanda were.
"Is that the signal?" Danielle asked the two men beside her timidly.
They both exchanged looks before jumping to their feet, pulling Danielle with them as they started to run down the empty terminal. "Now would be a good time to put on that mask of yours, kid," Sam shouted to her as they ran.
Danielle nodded, barely able to keep up with the super-soldier and military-trained pilot. She reached to her earpiece and pressed the button to extract the gold-plated mask that covered her face. It fit perfectly and she instantly felt safe. Now, the only thing they needed to do was get to the jet.
Thunk!
Or so she thought...
At the sound of that, Danielle, Bucky, and Sam all looked up to see the Spider-Man crawling in the glass wall outside the terminal windows. Oh crap.
"What the hell is that?" Bucky asked as they all continued to run.
"Everyone's got a gimmick now," Sam growled as he continued to run forward.
They highly doubted the little scrawny dude on the other side of the glass would be able to break through it, but were quickly proven wrong when he jumped off, latched on to some string of sorts, and swung back in, crashing through the glass going straight for Danielle. Luckily, Sam jumped in front of her, taking on most of the impact and being tossed into the walk behind them while Danielle was merely knocked to the ground, rolling a few feet away.
The Spider-Man stood over her as she rolled onto her back to get a better look at him. His suit was a lot different than she last had seen him. She had already figured it was a new one after seeing him down below with Steve and Tony, but now she could definitely see the distinct differences. No weird white goggles, now replaced with some white eye pieces similar to them. He had a more tight suit rather than just some sweats and a hoodie. And, of course, he still seemed to have those cool web-shooting things in his wrists she'd seen before.
"Hey, you're that Eris girl," he exclaimed. Danielle blinked up at the vigilante in shock and surprise. He sounded... young. Almost, familiar? She had heard him before on that roof after the fire, but she could tell he was obviously straining his voice but now, she could definitely tell he sounded a lot younger as he stood just above her.
"Really sorry about that. I know us New York crime-fighters have to stick together and all, but-" He was cut short from his statement when he spun around in the blink of an eye to catch the punch Bucky was attempting to hit him with by surprise. Both Danielle and Bucky gave the vigilante wide-eyed stares at his strength, being able to catch a punch from a super-soldier. And a metal-armed super soldier at that. "You have a metal arm? That is awesome, dude," he exclaimed in amazement.
Unbeknownst to him, however, Danielle had managed to climb up onto her knees, mustering enough strength and focus to use her invisible powers to knock him into the air long enough for Sam to jump back onto his feet and fly forward with his pack, knocking the web-slinging vigilante away from the pair of ex-HYDRA-experiments-gone-rogue – as Bucky had put it.
Danielle managed to pull herself back up onto her feet, ignoring the way the joints in her back, sides, arms, knees, and every other important place in her body groaned in protest.
"Where does Stark find these people?" Bucky asked, still in a bit of awe at how the scrawny kid in the mask managed to stop his metal arm.
Danielle shrugged. Locally grown in New York apparently, she thought to herself before both her and Bucky heard crashing coming from farther down in the terminal. The pair exchanged a look before dashing after where the sounds of the Falcon and Spider-Man fighting were coming from.
Just as they had ran over, both looked up towards the railing along the roof to see the Spider-Man perched on one of them, Sam flying and spinning to fire a shot off from one of his wristbands prompting the vigilante to shoot out a web to swing to another perch.
Bucky quickly took the chance by pulling off a large sign from beside Danielle, effortlessly throwing it towards where the Spider-Man had just landed. Immediately after throwing it, both him and Danielle ducked behind a pillar. "Did it hit him...?" Danielle thought out loud, seeing as she hadn't heard a crash or a groan coming from the Spider-Man's direction.
As if on cue, there came a response. "Hey, buddy I think you lost his!"
Both Danielle and Bucky turned to peer around the pole just in time to see the sign Bucky had thrown being launched right back at them. In an act of quick-thinking and slug panic, Danielle quickly grabbed a hold of the super-soldier's arm, teleporting them out of the way of the sign a few feet away on the ground.
Bucky stumbled a bit as Danielle let to of him and fell onto her knee in a crouch of sorts. The super-soldier turned to her with a strained look. "You seriously need to stop doing that," he told her through gritted teeth. Danielle grimaced in response.
A sudden crash from behind them caught their attention, and they were back to the fight at hand again.
Turns out, that crashing sound had been Sam crashing into a kiosk and rolling on the tile floor. When the pilot picked his head up, he caught sight of the tight-wearing bastard swinging over towards him and he immediately moved to jump to his feet. But, once he got up, two shots of that... white sticky stuff the guy had been shooting, stuck to both his wrists, attaching him to the railing behind him.
Sam tried to move, but remained stuck as the tights-guy hit another kiosk and stayed perched to the side. This guy was a real piece of work...
"Those wings carbon fiber?" The red-suited freak asked curiously.
Sam, who was still trying to pull free of the sticky stuff on his hands. Ignored the question completely, retorting back with his own. "This stuff comin' out of you?" He asked, referring to the stuff sticking him to the railing.
The red-suited guy paid no mind to the pilot's question as he continued on about his Falcon pack. "That would explain the rigidity flexibility ratio– which, gotta say, that's awesome."
Sam glared up at the guy. How old was this kid? He could clearly tell he was a kid through the voice, if the quip-y comments didn't already give it away. "I don't know if you've been in a fight before, but there's usually not this much talking," the pilot remarked angrily, frustrated at both the fact that he was getting his ass handed to by a toddler and he was stuck in this gooey crap.
Little did he know, help was on the way in the form of two ex-HYDRA experiments.
Bucky and Danielle had walked to hide behind a kiosk, hidden from the view of the Spider-Man, but just barely able to see Sam stuck to the railing. Before either could make a move, Bucky moved a hand in front of Danielle. She looked up at him in confusion and he turned to her to explain. "Stay here. Remember Steve's conditions?"
Danielle wanted to roll her eyes. Leave it to the ex-assassin to try and get her to follow Steve's rules. Ridiculous. Yet, she nodded in agreement just before the soldier an out to jump in front of the Spider-Man as he swung to kick Sam. Danielle gasped, but stayed in place as she watched both men get knocked through the glass balcony down below. The Spider-Man swung back up to perch on a stand above them, shooting down webs at the men to keep them in place.
So much for following Steve's conditions, Danielle thought to herself bitterly.
"Guys, look," the vigilante began from where he was perched. "I'd love to keep this up, but I've only got one job here today and I gotta impress Mr. Stark, so..." Danielle didn't hear his last apology as she took a step forward, about to attack when she spotted a flash of red fly past the Spider-Man to latch onto his wrist and pull him out the nearby window with a crash. "Wahhh!" He cried out as the little flash of red, Danielle finally figured out was Sam's drone, Red Wing, dropped him outside.
But while he fell, Danielle remained frozen. There was something... odd about the vigilante, she had seen him before when he saved her from the car, and got an even closer look after the fire, but there was just something else. He seemed more... lively now, almost animated. While, after rescuing her from the fire, he was stiff. And now that she was hearing his voice again, there was just something familiar about it. Like she'd heard it before. But, being in too much of a rush to think straight, she passed it off as just remembering it from the roof after the fire.
"You couldn't have done that earlier?" A breathless groan came from the floor down below that Danielle suddenly remembered both Bucky and Sam were still stuck on.
"I hate you," was Sam's exasperated response.
Danielle chuckled to herself before closing her eyes and disappearing from the top floor, reappearing on the ground between the men. Both jumped at her sudden appearance. "Kid," the super-soldier groaned.
"Sorry," Danielle murmured, her grimace hidden behind her mask as she rushed to kneel beside Bucky to examine the sticky substance trapping his metal hand to the floor. She moved to try rip tip it off, but the instant her finger tip hit the surface, it stuck down like superglue. The brunette quickly pulled her hand away.
Bucky could see her struggle and tried to help. "There should be a blade in my pouch just behind my back," he suggested.
Danielle shook her head at the offer. "I think I can do it." The brunette glanced down at the webbing keeping Barnes' arm down on the ground. It was sticking from all parts of the particle, but luckily, Danielle had a way with moving objects without actually touching them.
The teenager lifted her hand and let it hover above the sticky-situation on Bucky's arm, focusing on key points to the webbing that were holding Bucky down before slowly pulling it off with little strain of her power. Following Bucky, she moved onto Sam's chest.
"I hate that stupid little spandex wearing freak," Sam groaned as he pulled himself up to his feet after Danielle had freed him. "Saving you from a fire or not, he better not try and fight me again."
Danielle and Bucky exchanged glances, small smirks peeking from the edges of their mouths before they started off to try and find the terminal exit.
The trio dashed throughout the building until they finally reached the exit at the bottom of some escalators. Outside was the large expanse of the plane runway filled with chaos and violence. Danielle glanced along the terrain caught a glimpse of Wanda and Clint trunking from the wreckage of what looked like the parking garage. She was busy trying to see if Wanda was okay when a large explosion to their left promoted her to flinch and duck on instinct.
When Danielle, Sam, and Bucky took a closer look, they found the source was a large oil truck turnt over as if t had been thrown. Surrounding it was the Black-Suit Guy, Rhodey, and Natasha, Ironman flying in not far behind. And running away from the explosion was Steve and Scott, dressed in full-suits.
"Alright, time to go," Bucky said gruffly, prepping himself for dashing out of the exit.
Danielle had begun mentally preparing herself for the long run as well. She knew that fighting from this point on wouldn't be too much of a problem if they just ran as fast as they could, but she also wasn't sure what other stops Tony could've pulled. Jack was still missing from the fight, as was Vision. Who knew what Tony had planned. Danielle just wanted to be sure that when she did run out there, she was prepared to do the right thing in order to stop the doctor, to help Steve, to prove herself. Prove herself. Prove herself. Prove herself–
Rrrrrr – Clink!
There was suddenly a tug on Danielle's wrist followed by sounds of metallic.
The teenager instinctively pulled at where she was being tugged, but realized she was stuck to something. When she turned to look, sure enough, her wrist had been handcuffed to the nearby escalator railing.
"Wha-?" Danielle's shocked question caught in her throat as she attempted to pull it off to no avail. The teen's eyes quickly shot up to look around at whoever had done it, and from the guilty look on Sam's face, she had clearly found her culprit. "What? Sam-!" She stammered as she struggled against her restraints. "What- How- Why are you doing this? This isn't apart of the plan," she insisted as she continued to try and pull against her restraints some more. It was no use. All she was doing was creating pain on her wrist, but she had to try. She had to try and help.
There was a heavy sigh from beside Danielle. "This was always part of the plan, Kid." Danielle spun around to find Bucky giving her a guilty look. He had been in on this?!
"What...?"
"I'm sorry, Dani," Sam muttered t her as him and Bucky approached the exit. "He made me promise to keep you safe." Danielle furrowed her eyebrows. She began to open her mouth to ask to whom he was referring to, but the puzzle pieces began to fall into place in the back of her mind fairly easily. Steve...
"No. No! Sam, please!" Danielle begged and pleaded as she pulled some more, but both men were already halfway out the exit door. "Sam! Bucky! Wait-!" She cried out, this time using her body strength to try and pull on the cuffs, which only resulted in her falling to the ground with a sore wrist still attached to the railings.
How could Steve had done this? He'd told her she was going to Siberia and she had agreed to his conditions, he told her she was going to be back-up! And now, she was nothing?! She was just going to stay here and rot while they save the day? What if they got hurt? What if the doctor got away? What if they were too late?
"No! Please!" Danielle cried out again, but they were already dashing out towards Steve, Scott, Wanda, and Clint's figures out on the runway, running toward Hangar Five where the Quinjet was. Danielle watched them run and run until suddenly, a large flash of yellow ran along the patch of cement in front of them, prompting the group to halt in their steps.
Danielle, along with the team, looked up in the sky from where the beam had come from, and saw Vision. The android was in full-body armor. Of course, his suit looked a lot like it was connected to his body, but it also had the added gold cape and the more prominent skin-tight suit. He was levitating a fee feet above the ground above them all. He looked upset.
"Captain Rogers!" She heard the android shout. "I know you believe what you're doing is right. But, for the collective food, you must surrender now." Danielle continued t struggle and pull against her restraints as she watched the opposing team assemble along a line below Vision, forming a barrier, blocking Steve and the rest of the group from reaching the Quinjet.
Danielle knew Steve wasn't going to stop. And apparently Tony did, too.
Just then, a large crack of thunder rippled across the airport as a huge ball of bright, yellow light formed in the distance up in the sky. Everyone out on the cement, along with Danielle back I'm the terminal, looked up to find the ball of yellow growing closer and closer. As it came barreling down to the ground at an alarming speed, Danielle had begun to feel the power the orb of light was generating. It wasn't just a strange card of lightning. There was something familiar about it.
Jack...
It suddenly dawned on Danielle that that yellow ball of light wasn't just any lightning strike, it was thousands and thousands of watts of electricity being formed up by her brother as he came pummeling down to the Earth. Heading straight for Steve and the rest of the group.
With ease, the handcuffs on Danielle's wrist suddenly evaporated into dust, setting her free. It was similar to the time Danielle had nearly released her alter-ego a few months back, but she didn't think about that. She was already halfway across the airport-turned-battlefield.
One moment, she was in the terminal locked up, the next she was running past Steve, Bucky, and Sam in the front lines, throwing her arms up just as the orb of light came barreling at her. With a loud shout, she exerted all that she could from her core and pushed it out to form an invisible barrier in front of her and her team behind her.
When the yellow orb of electric jolts of her brother's enhancement met the force of her invisible power, the ground shook as a loud crack echoed throughout the courtyard of the airport.
Danielle cried out as she pushed and pushed and pushed. Her stomach, chest, lungs, muscles, joints, and organs all felt as though they were being pushed to the front of her body. The muscles in her arms and hands strained to push the force field out, defying the opposing force of all the electric jolts collecting against her power.
It was coming down on her so hard, the teenage girl fell onto a knee, straining herself with all the strength she could manage to push back against her brother's power.
All around her, her team and the opposing team watched in awe, shock, and horror as the petite brunette in the mask managed to push the yellow electric shocks out and away from everyone with a loud cry. Until, finally, Jack landed onto the ground a few yards away. His landing prompting him to release his hold on his powers and assault against Cap's team.
And when the dust settled, Danielle stood unscathed from the attack. The only evidence of her use of power were the bright gold irises that beamed just above her gold-chrome mask, but beneath her short brown locks that blew in the wind. She looked feral, yet graceful. Deadly, yet peaceful. And disheveled, yet complete as she glared back at her brother on the other end of the battle field.
Jack stared at her in horror. Fighting his sister was the last thing he ever thought he'd be doing after Ultron a year ago. Fighting her once was hard enough. Facing her again, even more so. But having to actually fight to subdue her? Jack didn't know if he would survive this. Not because she was too powerful, but because he was just too weak when it came to harming his sister. But, if that was the case, why didn't he just stop?
On the other end of the airport battle ground, Danielle slowly began to descend from her adrenaline rush from her over-excursion of power. Her gold irises now slowly fading back to her regular brown as she turned back to face Steve a few feet beside her. He nodded at her, signifying that she had done good by saving them. She wanted to smile, but she was still a bit mad about being locked up in the terminal still.
It was finally here. The face-off that had been building up since the Accords riff. All the anger, sadness, grief, frustration, and rage was about to come out right here and now whether any of them liked it or not. It was the wanted versus the law. Friends versus family.
On one end of the spectrum stood Tony's collective group; Black Widow, the Vision, War Machine, Black Panther, Spider-Man, and Statix. The people standing for the greater good of the public and it's people. The people trying to right their wrongs, avenge the innocent, and bring what they believed to be justice in order to keep the ones they loves safe.
And on the other end was Steve's team; Scarlet Witch, Hawkeye, Ant-Man, Falcon, the Winter Soldier, and Eris. The misfits standing for what was right to help save the world and protect its inhabitants, even if no one else believed in their cause. The people trying to prove themselves, clear their names, and be true to themselves.
There was an eerie moment of silence between both sides before Sam finally spoke up. "What do we do, Cap?"
Steve clenched his jaw, turning to glance at the people surrounding him, all ready to follow his command and lead. The soldier then turned back to the other side where his teammates stood on the opposing side. It was now or never. "We fight."
The Captain then began to stride forward, his best friend, teammates, and close family following his lead as the began to slowly pick up their pace.
Across the airport, Iron Man and his comrades began to stride forward as well. "This isn't going to end well," Jack heard Natasha mutter beside him as they started walking towards the other team. He had to agree with her there. There was no way this was going to end well.
"They're not stopping," the scrawny kid Tony had supposedly picked up from Queens remarked as Jack and the rest of the group began to pick up the pace.
"Neither are we," Tony replied gruffly as he and Rhodey flew up in their suits, the rest of the people on the ground beginning to pick the pace up from jogging to dashing forward. Jack's eyes trained on his sister and her's on his. Before the two groups collided, there was a brief moment where everything froze in place. The fliers were in the mid-air, the people running stopped mid-step, and everything was just frozen. This was the mere second before the world changed. Before Jack's World's changed, Dani's world, Peter's world, Tony, Steve, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Rhodey, Vision, Wanda, Scott, Clint, T'Challa... All of them. It changed here and now.
Just as soon as that split second came, it passed with a loud bang!
Metal colliding with metal when Tony's Iron Man gauntlet struck Steve's shield in the first collision of the battle. But, neither Jack or Dani paid any mind to them as they charged for each other. No one else seemed to be on the battle field to them when Jack watched his sister slide on the concrete to skid to a halt behind him. Her hands out stretching to the concrete on her right, lifting it up into small bits and pieces and launching it towards him.
Jack held both his palms up, acting in a haste, creating a small shield of jolts of electricity to zap and burn the bits of cement before they managed to hit his body. When he removed the shield to look into his sister's eyes he knew it then: the fight was on.
—
This was by far the craziest experience Peter had ever gone through.
He thought having Tony Stark showing up in his apartment finding out about his secret vigilante-identity was crazy. Oh, man! He was totally wrong.
Not even within a few hours of being in Germany and Peter had already stolen Captain America's shield, fought against the Winter Soldier, the Falcon and Eris, dodged that scary Scarlet Witch's attacks with her weird red plasma stuff, but he was now swinging in to face-off against Captain America. Literally, one of his favorite superheroes. Well... before he became a war criminal and stuff.
But, just as the masked vigilante was swinging in, the Captain three his shield at the web he was grappling onto, cutting it in half, causing Peter to fall to the ground. Luckily, wit his heightened senses and extreme agility, the teen was able to land in a safe crouch. Peter watched as the shield boomeranged back to the Captain, allowing him to secure it back onto his arm. Oh, man, that was awesome...
"That thing does not obey the laws of Physics at all," he called out to the super soldier in an attempt to add humor to the situation. It worked whenever Peter was nervous or in a dangerous situation facing off against a few criminals on the streets of New York. But, he wasn't in New York anymore...
"Look, kid," the Captain began in a stern tone. "There's a lot going on here that you don't understand."
Peter scoffed slightly, remembering what Mr. Stark had briefed him about before booking him this trip to Germany. One of the main points he had made was the fact that the Captain would most likely try to talk the teenager out of fighting, using phrases like 'you wouldn't understand what's going on' or 'you're too young to be apart of this fight'. Sure enough, the billionaire genius had been right about that.
Peter chuckled to himself fondly. "Mr. Stark said you would say that. Wow."
The Spider-Man then shot out his web shooters, attaching one end to the Captain's ankle before yanking hard, dragging the super soldier across the ground towards him. Peter then shot out two more webs and pulled himself on the ground towards the Captain, landing a solid kick to his chest as they collided, sending the Captain into a truck nearby and jumping into a crouch landing.
"He also said to go for your legs," Peter called out as the Captain slowly began to stir on the ground again. He couldn't believe that all the things Mr. Stark had said about fighting Captain America were true. Well, he supposed they would be. They had been teammates since the Battle of New York.
But, he also had to give partial credit to that one Vine; 'how did you take down Captain America?', 'vwe shot him in de legs because his shield is the size of a dinner plate and he's an idiot'. Oh, man, that was a classic.
Just then, Peter noticed the Captain lying on the ground beginning to look up at his shield discarded a few yards from where he lied. The same moment that the super soldier jumped up to run for it, Peter shot out web shooters to attach to both his wrists, pulling hard against his arms trying to keep him from getting back to his shield.
He seemed to be holding his one when the Captain suddenly yanked back, using his body strength to do a flip mid-air and spin the webbing to the point that Peter was being thrown across the rough cement with a cry of surprise. What was up with these people and throwing him everywhere?!
As quickly as he had fallen to the ground, Peter was jumping right back onto his feet. Brushing off the blow and ignoring the minor protests in his joints before charging at the Captain again. Only, this time when Peter moved to try and take him down, the Captain had his shield in hand, using it to whack Peter directly in the face, knocking him onto his back.
Peter quickly jumped back up and shot out his web shooters to escape up onto a boarding bridge, looking down at the Captain below. "Stark tell you anything else?" The super soldier called up to him.
"That you're wrong," the masked hero replied. "You think you're right... And that makes you dangerous."
Spider-Man then took his chance to jump off the top of the boarding bridge, shooting out webs to propel him underneath the bridge as he shot a web at the Captain. But, unbeknownst to Peter, the soldier had seen his attack coming and easily dodged the shot of sticky substance before jumping up and landing a hard kick to the teen's gut while he was mid-swing. Peter flew back with a thud, his back hitting against one of the metal support beams beneath the bridge.
Ugh... That was gonna leave a bruise the next day...
"I guess he had a point," Peter heard the Captain mutter as he crawled back up onto his feet. But, as soon as he did that, he watched the soldier launch his shield into the support beam beside him, cracking it and letting the bridge collapse onto him. Peter, with all his strength, caught the bottom of the bridge and held it up just above his shoulder.
"You got heart, kid," Captain America called a few yards away as he reattached his shield to his arm. "Where're you from?"
"Queens," Peter answered back in a strained voice as he struggled to hold the bridge up.
The soldier just chuckled as he replied, "Brooklyn." And with that, the Captain was dashing off, leaving Peter with the weight of the world on his shoulders. Well, not the weight of the world really... just the weight of the stupid boarding bridge he dropped on him.
—
Across the airport, Eris and Statix were locked in an intense face-off.
Each time he would launch an assault with his jolts of electricity, his sister would block or divert the, with a simple wave of her hand. And each time she propelled a piece of debris of sorts at him, Jack would simply disintegrate it or shoot it away before it ever had the chance to hit him.
It was a back and forth battle no one seemed to be winning in the midst of all the chaos around them. Both of them using their pint up anger and frustration caused by the other.
"What ever happened to blood is thicker than water?" Jack bit out as he shot at a few pieces of debris his sister he thrown at him.
Danielle finally stopped throwing debris, pausing for a moment to give him an incredulous look. "You should be asking yourself that question," she retorted, dropping to her knees as her brother shot another jolt of electricty at her, it flew over her head and hit a nearby cargo load.
"I'm trying to save you! And instead of letting me, you chose the wrong side!" Jack shouted as he shot beams of yellow light at her. She raised her arms and pushed back with an equal amount of force, stopping the beams from ever hitting her. Her insides felt like they were being pulled forward again with her fluctuation of power.
Once Jack gave up on trying to hit her with his beams, she took the opening to throw a chunk of raised cement at him. "Save me?" Danielle shouted in disbelief. "You were going to let the government use me!" She said, throwing chunk after chunk. "I was going to become another experiment, and you would've let me!" She screeched as she three her arms up, large arrays of debris all around her flew up into the air. Jack watched his sister's once brown eyes turn a blinding gold out of rage and anguish.
Jack had never seen his sister so enraged. He could feel the hairs on his neck and arms rising as goosebumps trekked across his skin and a shiver ran down his spine. He could almost feel the power radiating off her body as well as the rage she was emitting. He knew this attack she was about to throw at him wouldn't be pretty. The young man quickly drew small balls of energy within his palms, ready for the onslaught of debris she was about to throw at him. But, instead of debris, she threw him.
Jack felt the ground beneath him begin to shift and crumble. His eyes fell to the cement and sure enough, cracks began to form all around his feet. His eyes darted up to meet his sister's. He found her arms were no longer raised and her golden gaze was glued to his as she abruptly swiped her arm to the right. Following the swift movement, Jack found himself flying off the side and directly into a pillar on the airport side. The last thing he saw was an explosion followed by the sound of a gunshot. Then it all went black...
Back on Danielle's end, she stood staring back at where she had flung her brother. She felt a bit of remorse and guilt for being so harsh on him. It was like she hadn't recognized the girl who had just dine that to her brother. Nearly a year ago they had faced off, but not like this... She didn't want to hurt him then. But now? All the rage and grief she had been feeling this past few days, weeks, and months just came out and she suddenly found herself in a position that she wouldn't have minded if he'd gotten knocked out or gotten a few bruises. After all, he didn't care what the government would do to her...
Thwip!
Pulling Danielle out of her thoughts was an oddly familiar sound followed by a tugging sensation on her wrist. When she glanced down on it, there was a white substance stuck not her wrist attached to a long... web?
"Ah!" She yelped when the web yanked her forcefully from off her feet, rolling across the ground until she landed on her chest. Danielle groaned as she slowly regained composure. When she glanced up, she found herself staring face to face with the Spider-Man.
"Hey, uh– sorry about that," the vigilante apologized sheepishly as he stood a few yards away. "It's just, ya know. I'm the good guy, you're the bad guy. You get it right. I don't really want to hurt you, but-" Danielle abruptly got to her knees and pulled her outstretched hands back. Using her powers that had been exerted to latch onto a nearby portable stairwell and yank it towards her, directly into the Spider-Man. "-Oh, God!" He shouted before it hit him head-on.
Danielle rolled out of the way just before the stairwell and Spider-Man could hit her.
Once she was out of the way, Dani found herself lying on her back, using her elbows as a boost to glance back up at where she had thrown the masked vigilante. Sure enough, he was already bounding back up onto her feet. And luckily, so was she.
Just as the masked vigilante hopped back up onto his feet, Danielle had vanished from her position a few yards away, only to reappear directly behind him. He had little time to react when an invisible force knocked him forwards.
The Spider-Man flew for a few yards before flipping and landing in a crouch, facing back towards her. "You teleport? What the hell?" The vigilante asked in disbelief. Danielle still couldn't shake that feeling familiarity each Tim eshe heard that voice, bu as always she passed it off as just some weird connection between the time he had saved her in the fire.
Not wasting anymore time, Dani held her hand out towards a small piece of the plane they were fighting beside, yanking a large chunk of metal off with her powers. She spun around, giving herself momentum, before launching the piece of debris at the web-slinging vigilante.
Spider-Man instantly shot out webs frm his wrists, jumping up and out of the way before spinning around and latching more webs onto the piece of debris. He spun himself around for momentum and launched the piece of scrap metal back at the masked young girl.
The teenage girl immediately jumped and rolled out of the way. Just as she landed on all fours, she heard voices coming over her comms. "We gotta draw out the fliers," it was Steve. He was probably hashing out a plane for a way to get through this. Danielle wasn't sure how many players were in the field right now. She knew her brother was knocked out, she had no clue where Natasha was, or where Scott was. She saw Sam and Tony flying in the sky with Rhodey and Vision. Clint, on the ground, firing off rounds at the pair of fliers while Wanda remained hidden on the ground somewhere along with that guy in the black suit, Bucky, and Steve.
"I'll take Vision. You get to the jet."
Danielle knew then, Steve had to have been talking to Bu- "Oomph!" Danielle groaned as she hit the ground. Spider-Man had caught her off guard, shooting out a web to her ankle and yanking out from underneath her. Sam came over comms, but Danielle was too busy getting dragged along concrete to hear it. Finally, when she got close enough to the Spider-Man, Danielle pushed herself up by using her powers and used the height to throw a kick to the masked vigilante's face, knocking him back slightly, but not far enough.
"As much as I hate to admit it-" Clint's voice broke through comms, the sounds of explosions in the background followed but the sounds of arrows being shot. "-if we're gonna win this one, some of us may have to lose it."
"This isn't the real fight, Steve," Sam added. His voice slightly strained.
Wait, what were they talking about-?
Dani's thoughts were put on hold once again when Spider-Man retaliated with a kick of his own. Only, instead of dodging it, Danielle caught it with her invisible strength and pulled her arms back like a slingshot and pushed them forward, launching the tight-wearing hero into the side of the nearby plane. She heard the metal crush beneath him slightly, a help and groan erupted from beneath the hero's mask before his body fell to the concrete with a thud. Danielle glanced up and noticed he'd left a dent in the side of the plane. Ouch...
"Alright, Sam," Steve spoke. "What's the plan?"
"We need a diversion. Something big,"Sam called back just as Spider-Man was crawling back onto his hands and knees. His hand popping out beneath him to shoot out. A web latching onto Danielle's side. Before she and time to rip it off, he was yanking her towards him at full force.
She yelped and tripped over her own feet before falling. Falling and falling and falling. But instead of hitting the ground, she fell directly into the arms of the web-slinging hero glancing back at her... or, rather, down at her.
"Woah," the wide-eyed vigilante remarked as he held her like he was dipping her during some kind of dance. "Looks like you fell for me, huh?" Danielle scrunched her face in both disbelief at the fact that this guy was flirting with her (...?) and also the small twinge of feeling like she knew that voice.
"I got something kind of big. But I can't hold it very long," Scott's voice came over comms in her ear, reminding Danielle of what she came here to do: fight. "On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half, don't come back for me."
Despite the complete confusion Daniellfe felt after hearing Scott's proposition, she pulled herself together and snapped out of whatever trance she had been in prior to being so close to the masked-vigilante holding her in his arms right now. Dani quickly used her element of surprise (as Natasha had called it) and grabbed a fistful of the collar on the hero's suit, pulling him forward at the same time she head butted his head.
"Agh!" He cried out, dropping Danielle in the process. She had anticipated this and fell t her feet, only to grab hold of the web-slinger's arm and throw him over her shoulder nd into a nearby stack of packaged boxes. "Not one for flirting on the battle field," Spider-Man groaned from where he lied. "Noted," he finished in a strained voice.
"I do it all the time," Scott's voice broke through comms again, responding t a question Danielle had heard Steve ask about him being sure about whatever he was planning on doing. "I mean, once... in a lab. And I passed out." Okay, now Danielle was really worried about what Scott planned on doing.
"Look," the teenage girl snapped back to real time as she watched Spider-Man slowly approach her with his arms raised. "I didn't mean to offend you or anything. But, like I said, Mr. Stark really only gave me one job and that was to–"
Suddenly, the masked vigilante was cut off when an enormous object in the pair's peripheral vision abruptly grew in size to reveal Scott in his full suit. Only, it was... huge. He was the size of a building and was holding War Machine's armor in his hand like it was a small bird, or a toy even.
"Holy shit!" Spider-Man gasped in disbelief. Danielle immediately snapped out of her trance of shock at what Scott had done and used the distraction he gave her by holding her hand out to the side and yanking a nearby truck towards her. But instead of guiding it to hit her, it slammed directly into Spider-Man's side knocking him down and away from her. For good, she hoped. There was something about him that kept throwing her off, and that was the last thing she needed right now.
Once he was out of the way, her full attention was back onto the main fight. She glanced back at where Scott was at full height and watched him toss Rhodey past her. She watched the War Machine armor fly, only to be caught last second by Spider-Man's webs. Dammit, she hadn't gotten rid of him for good, but Scott at least gave him a distraction, allowing her to dash towards where she saw Bucky and Steve running past Scott's over-sized legs towards the hangar.
Just as she was jogging through his legs, she watched as the black suit guy had began to dash at Bucky and Steve as well. She halted momentarily to face off against him only to have the enormous giant above her step between them. "You wanna get to them," Scott's booming voice asked the black suit man a few yards from where Danielle stood. "You gotta go through me." Just then Scott drew his leg back and began to kick at the black suit guy, running him into some boxes. And when he finally fell on his back, Danielle watched Scott slowly bend down to grab him.
But, just before his enormous hand could reach him, large explosions began hitting Scott's armor. Danielle ducked as fire and small debris began to hit her. When the fire ceased, she glanced up to find Rhodey flying at the Giant Man above her. And attached to him was Spider-Man, hanging by a web. She figured both men would be distracted by the large man above her, but that still left the black suit guy who was now ku,ping to his feet, slowly walking towards her.
She staggered back momentarily, but set her foot down, ready to stand her ground, lucky for her, she wouldn't have to. At least not alone.
"Hey, kid." Danielle turned to her left to find Clint holding his bow in hand, a small smirk on his face as he gave her a wink. When they both turned back to the black suit guy, he was now charging towards them. Before Danielle could react, Clint began to shoot off arrows towards him. Each time it hit the black suit, it either missed because he dodged or hit him and bounced off. Finally, Clint managed to fire off one more, but the guy caught it. Only for it to explode in his face... and do nothing as she simply brushed it off and got back to his feet.
"Get out of here, kid," Hawkeye told the young girl. "I got this one."
Danielle glanced wearily between the archer and the cat guy. But, eventually just decided on following his advice and following after Steve and Bucky once again. But it seemed as soon as she did that, Vision had seemingly appeared out of nowhere just above her. The brunette followed his hard-set gaze and found him glaring at Steve and Bucky's small figures in the distance, just a few yards away from the hangar. They were almost there. Just a few more-
Suddenly, Vision released a large beam of yellow light, directed not for the pair of super-soldiers, but for the tower along the hangar beside them. His laser ripped through the structure, causing it to fall directly into their path into the hangar. Danielle halted in her steps, ready to keep it from falling with her powers, when a large cloud of red mist abruptly appeared beneath the tower, holding it up fr the pair of soldiers to dash underneath. Danielle spun around and caught sight of her sister on her knees, straining herself to hold it.
But, it wasn't long before War Machine flew in behind her and raised his arm. Danielle watched in horror as sonic waves hit her sister head on. Wanda suddenly cried out in pain, clutching her head and losing her concentration, dropping the tower. "Wanda!" Dani cried out, her hands coming forward to grab hold of Rhodey with her invisible force and chuck him back cross the airport, away from her sister.
Once he was out of the way, Danielle dashed towards where Wanda lied on the ground. "Wanda? Wanda!" She cried as she fell to her knees beside her.
"I'm alright," the young enhanced woman croaked, her eyes half-lidded due to exhaustion and also the force of the waves she had just been hit with. But, when she realized who was kneeling beside her, holding her hand, her eyes opened slightly to look back at a worried Danielle. "Go..." she whimpered, giving a push to her sister's hand, to weak to exert much force behind it. "Go... You have to go," she told her, pleaded her.
Danielle shook her head frantically, gripping onto Wanda's hand harder. "No. No, I'm not leaving you."
"Go, Dani!" Wanda cried out. "You can't stay here. Please, just go," she begged.
Danielle, teary-eyed, silently begged Wanda not to push her away. But as she looked around at everything, all the people fighting, everything just turning into chaos, she wondered what choice she had. She had to run. She had to help finish what she was apart of.
With one final squeeze to Wanda's hand, Danielle told her through her mask covering her mouth, "I love you," before dropping her sister's grip and dashing towards the blockaded hangar.
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Man, Eris definitely packed a punch. Or... a head butt, technically.
Later facing off against his fellow New York vigilante, Eris, Peter had to say, he was impressed. He always thought she was just some chick who could lift things with her mind. But now he knew, she was not to be messed with because not only did she move things with her mind, she also knew how to fight and could teleport. How cool was that? He doubted any of the other Avengers could teleport. That was pretty friggin awesome.
Or... It was before she head butted him in the face, giving him a minor headache and maybe a concussion, before throwing him over her shoulder then launching a truck into his side... that really hurt, too. Man, for a tiny girl, Eris sure did pack a punch, even if she didn't throw a single punch with her hands at him.
But now, Eris was the least of his problems as he went up against that really tiny shrinking dude that was now a huge giant.
He had already tried latching onto War Machine (never thought he'd ever say that in his life, let alone think it) and letting him try shooting explosives at him, but that didn't seem to work. Then, after letting go of War Machine, Peter tried taking on the Giant Man by himself. He crawled up and around until he was face to face – face to enormous eye, technically – with the huge man.
But, as soon as he had shot a web to swing off and around him, the man's oversized arm came and wrapped itself up in his webs before he had the chance to swing away, swatting him away like he was an actual bug, sending him flying off into the ground nearby. Man, he was just getting thrown back to back today, huh?
But just as soon as he was down, Peter was right back up, swinging up and around the giant man, thinking up a way of how he was going to help defeat this guy. He'd never really took on anything that big before. Kind of reminded him of that time in Star Wars: Empire Strikes Back when Luke Skywalker and the Resistance take on those Sith walking things that looked like huge metal horses. He had taken them down by wrapping a cord around their legs and... HOLY SHIT!
"Hey, guys," Peter called over comms. It was weird talking to people in his ear after so long of just working the streets of New York alone at night. "You ever see that really old movie? Empire Strikes Back?" He asked as he began to swing around the giant man's body, starting at his knees and trying to work his way down. God, he hoped he had enough webs for this.
"Jesus, Tony, how old is this guy?" Peter heard who he assumed to be War Machine ask through the earpiece in his ear. He was tempted to reply with the fact that he was fourteen, turning fifteen in a few months, but thought it best not to reveal his actual age, risking revealing too much information about who was beneath the mask. Sure, these guys were Avengers, but he had a secret identity for a reason. It was better if there were a minimum amount of people that knew about Spider-Man.
"I don't know. I didn't carbon-date him. He's on the young side," Mr. Stark replied in an exasperated tone. Huh, who knew Tony Stark was such a nerd. First, referencing radiatiocarbon dating, the scientific process in which radiatiocarbon used to determine the age of a living thing. And second, he totally quoted Star Wars, but with a play on words. He he.
Speaking of Star Wars...
"You know that part... where they're on the snow planet... with the walking thingies?!" Peter cried out as he continued to swing his weight around and around the giant guy's legs, spinning his webbing around them. He really hoped this would work. It would be pretty humiliating to fail Mr. Stark – Iron Man – on his first ever mission front of all the other Avengers. Well, besides Hulk and Thor, wherever they were.
"Maybe the kid's on to something," Mr. Stark stated. Peter watched both the War Machine armor and the Iron Man suit fly up and around the giant man, getting read to fly back, full force. Oh, thank God.
"High now. Tony, go high!" War Machine called out and Peter silently pleaded for this plan to work.
The teenager held onto his web just as War Machine and Iron Man dove towards the ground, only to fly right back up, both of them punching the giant guy's equally enormous jaw beneath his helmet. There was a groan and the giant man slowly began to collapse onto his back.
"YES!" Peter yelled out in victory and disbelief. Truth be told, he hadn't actually expected that to work, but was hopeful that it would. "Ha ha! That was awesome-!" Just as Peter was reaching out to throw a thumbs up towards the departing War Machine and Iron Man, the giant man's giant hand came falling into him, sending him flying down and across the airport until he rolled onto the concrete through a small stack of boxes.
Oh, man... If he thought what Eris had done to him hurt... This was definitely a lot worse and would undoubtedly leave some sort of bruise... Or maybe broken rib. Definitely a concussion of some sort. Was he dying? What was that light? What was that loud sound?
"Kid, you alright?"
Suddenly, Peter's fight or flight response kicked in. And due to the fact that his... well, everything... hurt, his fight response was what took hold. Peter quickly rolled onto his back before whoever was beside him's hand could touch him and began to fight them off with a few weak punches and swats.
"Woah!" The person called out, moving and trying to use their hands to grab hold of his. "Same side!" A familiar voice suddenly broke through Peter's hazy mind. The teenage slowly began to stop thrashing when he realized who was kneeling above him with both his wrists in their metal hands. "Guess who?" Tony Stark asked with a small smile once Peter finally recognized him. "Hi. It's me."
Oh... "Hey, man," Peter replied in a drowsy tone, that concussion really getting the best of him... If he had one. Was it normal to see three Tony Starks surrounding him? "That was scary," the kid droned on.
"Yeah," Mr. Stark nodded in dull agreement before adding, "You're done, alright?"
"What?' The kid asked in disbelief. No, no, no, no way. He worked this hard, he got this far. He wasn't about to give up on his first mission because he was seeing multiple and the entirety of his body was a huge bruise. "I'm good. I'm fine," he lied through his teeth, shaking his head profusely.
"You did a good job," Mr. Stark assured him as he continued to try and lower the kid back onto the ground. "Stay down," he ordered.
"No, it's good," Peter told him. "I gotta get him back," the teenager explained. That's how fits worked, right? He couldn't really remember right now.
Peter thought he had an the argument when suddenly Mr. Stark pulled out the big guns. "You're going home or I'll call Aunt May! You're done."
Oh, crap. Despite the fact Peter could barely remember which way was right and which way was left, something that was clear in his mind was that May couldn't know about Spider-Man. Another thing that was also clear was that he had to help Mr. Stark... Who was now flying away in his Iron Man suit.
"Wait!" He called after him weakly, turning over slightly and quickly pulling his half-ripped of mask over the rest of his face. "Mr. Stark, wait. I'm not done. I'm not-" Just as Peter began to try and lift himself off the ground, all the joints in his body protested and the teenager fell right back down. "Okay, I'm done... I'm done..." The masked vigilante finally relented, falling onto his back and letting rest take him. He probably wasn't supposed to go to sleep with a concussion, or something like that, but he had worked himself out too much already today. He could try again the next time Mr. Stark would take him on a mission... whenever that was.
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Danielle was running and running until she finally reached the hangar that was blocked by a wall of debris from where Vision had destroyed that tower in order to try and block Steve and Bucky's path to the Quinjet. She knew they had probably gotten inside, now the only thing stopping her was that wall of debris. She knew she couldn't get inside, board that jet. She needed t help the two people that had a chance at stopping the doctor, saving the world. This was her part this was her part in proving herself.
Danielle, with all her might, raised her hands and concentrated. She closed her eyes and focused on every little piece of debris in front of her. Every crack and crevice in the destruction. Every small chunk of concrete, every snapped wire, every crack window, every fiber of carpet, every pole of metal, and every piece of wood.
She concentrated and focused until her power had latched onto most of it. Ever since Sokovia, she'd never really done big things before, but this would have to work. It had to.
When Danielle opened her eyes again, she pushed with all her force. She pushed and pushed and pushed until her hands couldn't go out any further. Following the motion, all the debris suddenly began to fly apart and into the air, separating and creating an opening for the Quinjet in the hangar.
Slowly, the aircraft began to lift off. Danielle didn't notice it then, but inside, Steve was silently thanking her from the cockpit before he began to fly up and out of the hangar. Once the jet was out and into the air, Danielle released her powers and let he debris fall back down.
When she turned away from the jet, she noticed two other figures inside the hangar. One had the unmistakable red hair of Natasha Romanoff, while the other was dressed in that all black cat-suit. She wondered how Steve and Bucky managed t board the plane if both of them were there to stop them... Unless they weren't. Had Natasha...? Had Natasha helped them?
Danielle wouldn't get an answer to that question, because within moments of dropping the debris all around her, there was the sound of heavy footsteps on the concrete followed by the sounds of whirring engines and the crunching of road beneath screeching tires coming to a hault. When the brunette turned to see where the sounds were coming from, she came face to face with an entirely new problem.
"Freeze!"
"Hands where I can see them!"
"Get on your knees, now!"
Danielle staggered back into a defensive position when she was suddenly being surrounded by an army of black-armored men with large guns and bulky helmets covering their faces. Their weapons all trained on her as if she was the enemy... Was she?
The teenage girl looked frantically for help from anyone. Her team, the opposing team. Wanda, Vision, Tony, Jack, Natasha, Scott, Clint, Sam, Rhodey. Someone, anyone.
But, what she wa met with, was the sight of her teammates being handcuffed and shoved to the ground by the armored men. Clint was being dragged towards some bulky-looking truck. His gear confiscate, his hands behind his back, head bowed, and multiple guns trained on him. Scott wasn't too far behind him. And coming up beside Scott was Wanda. But, she was different.
Danielle watched as her older sister was slowly pulled to her feet. Vision – whom Danielle had seen beside her a few moments prior – had flown off to go after the Quinjet along with Tony, Rhodey, and Sam. Leaving Wanda alone to be arrested by the men. But, instead of getting handcuffed, like Scott and Clint, Danielle watched as the men held out a collar of sorts. With this collar, they shoved it around Wanda's neck. When she cried out in protest, something in the collar lit up and suddenly she was spazzing and falling on the floor, letting out cries of pain.
"Wanda!" Danielle cried out. She took a step to run towards her, but was met with the end of one of the men's barel of their gun. She fell back and stared back with wide eyes. What were they doing to her sister? What were they going to do to her?
Just then, as she was paralyzed on the ground, a man holding out a collar similar to Wanda's began to approach her. And as soon as Danielle laid eyes in the thing, a sharp ringing sensation filled her ears. She winced and tried to crawl backwards as sharp flashes of images popped up in her head and blinding light appeared from all around her.
"Hold still, freak," one of the men spat at her. "These are meant to keep people like you in line."
Danielle gasped as her breath hitched in her throat. Deja vu played all over again in her head as a familiar memory came to light.
"... Those handcuffs are made especially to trap freaks like you..."
There was a sharp pinch on Danielle's arm where the man's scalpel pressed down into her arm. And each movement he made, dragging the edge of the sharp point down her skin, it felt like she was on fire. She cried, screamed, begged and pleaded for the man to stop, but he wouldn't.
"... I'm not going to hurt you..."
The blood began to fall down from her arms, legs, face, neck, hands, feet, stomach, chest, collarbone, everywhere. The man was relentless. He was fueled by her cries and pleads and kept going. He cut and cut and cut and cut. He didn't ask questions, JE didn't want to know anything, he just wanted to see her writhe in pain.
"... I want a lot of things from you... Your power, your mind, your knowledge, your capabilities..."
A scream erupted from Danielle's throat as the small amount of light caught her eye. It was from a crack in the concrete wall that she was handcuffed to. She tried staring at it, praying and silently waiting for that light to do something, to bring hope, to bring help. But, it did nothing. That small light did nothing but watch and listen as she was cut to shreds and ripped apart piece by piece.
"... You won't be leaving here unscathed..."
The pain...
The fire...
The blood...
The screams...
The pleads...
The wicked laughter...
The point of the scalpel...
No hope...
No help...
No end...
No answers...
No closure...
No...
No...
No...
No.
No.
No!
"NO!"
A blood curdling scream suddenly erupted from out of Danielle's mouth. The scream shook her to her core and her powers just exploded. An enormous wave of power struck all the men around her, launching them in separate directions. The shock collar, turned to ash.
The petite girl, still screaming fell to her knees as her world seemed to fall apart at the seams. She was a cloth and she felt like she was being pulled, thread by thread, until she was finally coming undone.
Beneath her, the Earth shook and cracked under the pressure. A large crater of cracks and breaks in the cement surrounded her as an enormous wave of yellow, blinding light surrounded her. And God wasn't the only one who heard her scream.
All around her, the world turned to Hell. Glass was shattered, going all the way back towards the airport walls. The people around her – Natasha, the Black Panther, Scott, Clint, Wanda, Jack, Spider-Man, all the armored men, even Tony and Vision all the way in the field – winced at the screeching sound coming from her core. Only, it was no longer her anymore. As Danielle was being ripped to shreds from the inside out, a greater monster was crawling out from within her to claim it's throne in her powerhouse of a mind-
Zzzzzzz!
She froze.
The teenage girl suddenly fell silent. Her scream, catching in her throat, only air and a heavy sigh fall off her lips. Her stiff body now falling limp. Her glowing gold eyes back to half-lidded brown. And the light shining all around her now gone back to an invisible power being sucked right back into it's source just before the girl collapsed onto the ground in a limp pile, the gold-chrome mask on her face catching on the cement before popping off and falling a few inches away.
Stuck onto her back was a web. A web that led all the way back to the web-slinging vigilante, staring in awe a few feet away at what he'd just witnessed. And beside him was Statix. He was limping from an injury she had given him a few moments ago, but was still holding upright. His hand still glowing from having just sent a large bolt of electricity down a web and into his sister. It was all for the better... Or so he hoped.
Jack and Spider-Man slowly made their way towards the unconscious girl just as everyone around her slowly began to recover from... whatever had just happened. Once he got to her side, Jack fell to his knees and pulled his sister's limp body onto his lap. He felt her pulse... it was there. He caressed her naked cheek, not caring who saw her true identity in the moment as he brushed back a piece of her hair from her face and held her close to his chest. "I'm so sorry," he murmured in a broken voice. "I'm so, so sorry."
Beside him, there was another existential crisis going on. Peter's.
The kid wasn't sure whether that concussion was getting the best of him or what, but he knew damn well that the girl he just saw nearly nuke the entire airport was lying in the arms of Statix. And when he got a look at her face, it was like the pieces of the complicated puzzle he'd been trying to put together in his head both simultaneously fell apart and came together all at once revealing a single image of a single person...
"Danielle...?"
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A/N: ... Okay, so first off, let me just start by saying that I did not mean or this chapter to be my longest. But it is pretty freaking important, so I guess it fits. I mean, it went from twenty to one eighty real quick up in here. Can we like... recap?
First up: Big fight scene. We all know what happens there, but now we have Danielle v. Jack fight. Danielle wins (obviously). Then, Peter v. Danielle fight. Danielle wins (by default, let's be real. Hand to hand, she would've gotten her ass handed to. She ain't that good). And then... shit hit them motherfucking fan. Danielle just sort of... had a mental break down and may (or may not have) released Eris? Also, Peter now knows about Danielle and her alter-ego... So, yeah... Lots of shit. There's a cliffhanger, so sorry. I mean, I was going to make this chapter be cut up into three, but also said, fuck it, they've waited this long to read it. Might as well give it to them full force. So, you're welcome, but also sorry.
Next up: Angst. Just a whole lot of fucking angst up until we hit the pre-Homecoming chapters. So, suffer and sit tight. Told ya Civil War was gonna be a trip.
Chapter Songs: Legends Never Die by Against The Current and Dynasty by MIIA. Have fun with those.
amrawo: Yeah, the little bonding moment of 'ex-HYDRA experiments gone rogue' thing between Dani and Bucky were funny and of course Dani and her personal therapist Sam. I already loved Sam and Bucky's iconic dynamics and adding Dani in was really fun. Hope you enjoy this chapter, the airport scene everyone has been waiting for.
Guest: Oof, don't pee your pants! Go to the restroom! It's here, not to worry. Hope it lived up to the hype, it took me up to 12k words.
Hyreath: It's a mixture of reasons. But mostly because the main problem is all inside Danielle's head, whether that be her powers, Eris, relationships with people, or herself. It all comes into play later on. In fact, you get a better look at why it's called MIGRAINE in two chapters. :) Welcome to the story, here is the airport battle. Hope you enjoy.
Incorrect Quote of the Chapter:
[multiple, because I know we all need the relief from the pain]
*CIA and U.S. government appear*
Danielle: Who's that?
Bucky: They don't like me...
*Team Iron Man appear*
Danielle: Who's that?
Bucky: They don't like me either.
*T'Challa appears*
Danielle: Who's that?!
Bucky: Let's jut assume for the moment that everybody here doesn't like me.
•••
[And now for: Poetry night at the Compound pt.2]
Jack: *playing the ukelele* Move, bitch. Get out the way. Get out the way, bitch. Get out the way. Move, bitch. Get out the way. Get out the way, bitch. Get out the way.
Jack: Thank you. That one's called 'Steve'.
Everyone: ...
Steve: 0-0
Tony: *snapping in the background* Beautiful.
•••
Jack: *runs over* Punch me in the face.
Wanda: ... Punch you?
Jack: Yes, punch me in the face. Did you not hear me?
Wanda: I always hear 'punch me in the face' when you're speaking, but it's usually subtext.
