It was safe to say that the entire thing was a shit show. This was not the way Tony had planned for this to go at all.

Everyone was either scattered, missing, locked up, or hurt. Nat had gone rogue, T'Challa was MIA after he had reported what she'd done to help Barnes and Steve get away. Rhodey was just now getting an MRI. Vision was... well, Tony wasn't actually sure what Vision was feeling, but the genius knew he was pissed at the Android for shooting his best friend instead of the intended target.

And Jack was pacing around the Compound, holed up in the Lab most likely. The kid refused to even speak to Tony, or to anyone for that matter. But, the billionaire understood why. He was guilt-ridden about the fact he unintentionally fed his sister to the wolves of the political world. And, he was also pissed at the fact Tony wasn't taking any action to try and get Danielle out of the Raft Prison where she was being held, along with Wanda, Wilson, Barton, and Lang.

Not to mention, Cap and Barnes were still out there. Who knew where the hell they we're headed. They had stolen the Quinjet he'd been on with Rhodey, Nat, and T'Challa when they'd initially arrive at the airport and Tony knew Steve may have been from the 19th century, but he wasn't that much of an idiot to not put stealth mode on... Tony regretted putting that feature on. First Banner, now Rogers. He really needed to find a way to track those things for emergency purposes, but then it would contradict the whole system, and-

That wasn't his concern at the moment. Tony had to remind himself every so often to stop trying to fix problems when he had bigger ones at hand.

One in particular had actually come up later the day before when the billionaire had driven Mr. Parker home after Germany with Happy. "See, Happy is... is hoping to get bumped up to 'Asset Management'," Stark had explained to the kid while on the way to the kid's apartment building. "He was Forehead of Security, and before that, he was just a driver."

"That was a private conversation," Happy turned to frown at his boss from the driver's seat of the car. "I don't like joking about this. It was hard for me to talk to you about that," he added when Tony had begun snickering.

"No, seriously, was he snoring a bunch-?" Tony suddenly jerked forward when Happy abruptly hit the brakes unnecessarily hard, haunting to a stop in front of the apartment building.

"Alright, here we are. End of the line," the driver exclaimed.

Tony quickly sobered up his laughter to ask, "Happy, can you give us a moment?"

"You want me to leave the car?" Happy asked, concerned.

"Why don't you grab Peter's case out of the trunk?" He asked. And with that, the driver climbed out the front and made his way to the back of the car.

Slowly, Peter (who was still holding up his little video camera), lowered it to reveal his face full of shock and awe. "I can keep the suit?"

Tony smiled. There was something about how people looked at him after he did something as small as just letting them keep certain things or be apart of a certain group or work under a certain branch. The billionaire appreciated the recognition, but enjoyed the way the people looked at him like he was a Godsend. Just like Peter was staring at him now.

"Yes, we were just talking about that," Tony explained, clearing his throat before lowering the sunglasses back over his black eye Barnes had given him earlier the day before. "Do me a favor, though. Happy's kind of your point guy on this. Don't stress him out. Don't do anything stupid. I've seen his cardiogram. Alright?"

Peter nodded. "Yes." Tony could tell the kid was trying his hardest to suppress the biggest smile in the world. A small part of the genius wished he wouldn't.

"Don't do anything I would do, and definitely don't do anything I wouldn't do," he explained. He saw Peter give him a small confused look. "There's a... There's a little gray area in there, and that's where you operate."

Tony watched as Peter's eyes lit up before he asked, "Wait, does that mean that I'm an Avenger?"

"No," the billionaire told him bluntly. No need to get the kid's hopes up. Tony knew from the moment he recruited Peter into the fight in Leipzig that he would be on Ross's radar. So, why drag him into the Accords situation when he could just let him go back to being the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man of New York City? Not to mention, Tony was also leaving him with a very reliable supervisor and a Multi-million dollar suit. He felt that was a pretty great deal.

"This it?" Happy abruptly appeared, knocking on Peter's window holding up the case his new suit was held in.

"Seventh floor," the billionaire called back through the door.

"I can take that. You don't have to," the teenager assured his driver. Tony assumed it was because he would rather not have to explain to his surprisingly good-looking Aunt May about why a strange man is carrying a large, expensive-looking box into their apartment.

"You're gonna take it?" Happy asked.

"Yeah, I can take that."

"Thank you," the driver shouted back before setting the case on the ground outside the car door.

After he had left, Peter turned back to his new mentor with wide eyes. "So, when's- when's our next "retreat", you know? Like..." He trailed off.

Tony refrained from rolling his eyes at the kid's antics. But, he couldn't hold it against him. The kid was still new at this professional superhero thing. "What, next missions?"

"Yeah, the mission. The missions." Tony could tell the kid was already getting all excited after just saying that word out loud.

"We'll call you," the billionaire explained simply.

"Do you have my numbers?"

Okay, Tony had to roll his eyes at that one. Then again, he kind of had it coming.

"No, I mean, we'll call you," Tony clarified. "Like, someone will call you."

"Oh..."

"Alright?"

Then, just before Tony had began to reach for the kid's door, he heard the teenager ask, "What's going to happen to Danielle?"

Tony froze.

Slowly, he turned to meet Peter's nervous glance. Thank goodness those sunglasses were in place. If they weren't, Tony knew his eyes would give away how shocked he was right now.

The kid knew Danielle. More specifically, the kid knew who she was... what she was.

"You... You, uh, know about her, huh?" He asked.

Peter nodded. "She's my..." he cleared his throat. "She was my friend. We... we got into some argument and now..." the kid trailed off. "I just- I just want to know if she's alright. I saw what happened at the airport, and I-"

"No, I get it. I get it," the billionaire quickly assured him. This was bad, this was really bad. How was he going to fix this one? Tony hadn't exactly made a device that erased anybody's memories, but now would be a great time to start planning for making one. There had to be another option, though. "Uh... She'll be fine. Try not to worry about it."

Peter nodded. "O-okay."

Tony pursed his lips and nodded, an awkward and tense silence filling the car. Tony had to get out. Or, rather, get HIM out.

The billionaire then reached out to grab the door handle on the kid's door when he felt Peter begin to war his arms around him. He must've mistaken him grabbing the handle for a hug. "It's not a hug," the billionaire told him. "I'm just grabbing the door for you. We're not there yet."

Peter then quickly retracted his arms and awkwardly climbed out of the vehicle.

"Bye," the billionaire shouts after him before the door shuts. Happy then follows up by climbing into the driver's seat and stepping in the gas. Tony watches through the back window as Peter watches them drive away, his bags and case in hand.

"Something bothering you, boss?" Happy called from the front seat.

Tony didn't reply at first as he slowly turned back in his seat, rubbing his arm from where he'd gotten hurt sometime during the fight yesterday. "Yeah, I just..." Tony paused again. How was he supposed to say this? He was still processing the information. "He knows about Harper," the genius finally explained.

Tony watched through the rear view mirror as realization crossed Happy's face as he drove. "He... He knows her? Or... he knows about her...?"

"Both."

There was a prolonged pause before Happy spoke up again. "You think he'll tell anyone?"

Tony shook his head. "No," he replied. "He's got his own secret to keep. I doubt he'd tell anyone about hers, risking his own identity."

Happy sighed from the seat. "I hope you're right."

Me, too... Tony thought to himself as Happy drove him back to the airport.

And, now, he found himself back at the Compound a few hours later, standing over a small balcony overlooking the fields surrounding the Compound and the outer lying forests behind them. It wasn't long before Natasha came up beside him after they had made eye contact while she was standing outside of Rhodey's room in the Med Floor.

The genius and the ex-assassin remained silent before she finally spoke. "How is he?"

He didn't need to ask who she was talking about. "The doctors say he shattered L4 through S1. Extreme laceration in the spinal cord. Probably looking at some form of paralysis," he listed off.

She was silent before following up with another question, "And Jack?"

Tony nearly scoffed. "I wouldn't know," he answered truthfully. "After he found out where Ross's men took his sisters, he locked himself down in the Lab and blacked the door. No one can get in."

Natasha let out a sigh. "Steve's not gonna stop," she told him. "If you don't either, Rhodey and Danielle are going to be the best case scenarios."

Tony clenched his jaw and shook his head. "You let them go, Nat."

The redhead turned to look up at him. "We played this wrong."

"'We'?" Tony scoffed this time. "Boy, it must be hard to shake the whole double agent thing, huh? It sticks in the DNA." The billionaire almost regretted saying anything when he turned to see the ex-assassin's fixated glare she now had on him.

"Are you incapable of letting go of your ego for one goddamn second?" She growled.

Tony turned away, unable to meet her gaze as he replied, "T'Challa told Ross what you did, so... they're coming for you." He delivered his last statement looking her dead in the eyes this time. He wanted her to know the he wasn't screwing around. That she had screwed up and was about to pay the price for it. He knew he'd feel like shit for it afterwards, but what could he do? He could fix it by turning Barnes in and getting some leverage in Ross to get the rest of the team out of Raft. That was the priority.

"I'm not the one that needs to watch their back," she retorted with a sharp tone before storming off. He knew he probably wouldn't see her again after that. He warned her about Ross and she would be sure to disappear for good. Maybe it was for the best...

Just then, his wrist watch began to buzz. Tony glanced down and noticed a notification had appeared. He pulled it up to reveal the image of a dead man in a bath tub, it seemed. "What am I looking at, FRIDAY?"

"Priority upload from Berlin police," his AI replied.

A feeling in his gut suddenly sprung up and into his chest. Something was wrong. Whoever this man was... whatever this was... something was wrong. "Fire up the chopper," he ordered before quickly making his way out to the heli-pad downstairs.

Tony didn't bother with trying to check on Jack as he passed the Lab, knowing full well he didn't have the time nor the patience to try and get through to the kid. He notified the doctors looking after Rhodey about where he was headed and that if his friend needed him, just to call. And after that, he was boarding the chopper already ready for him and headed out to sea.

The ride wasn't the best. Clear skies was what the billionaire was hoping for, but the storms and harsh winds we're kind of fitting for the situation as he went through the files uploaded by the Berlin police with FRIDAY.

"The Task Force called for a psychiatrist as soon as Barnes was captured. The UN dispatched Dr. Theo Broussard from Geneva within the hour. He was met by this man." The surveillance in what Tony could only assume to be the airport parking lot showed the real Dr. Theo Broussard walking towards his car only when some man walked over. Short build, rough facial features. He could tell by his determinate walk and precise actions that this man was one on a mission.

Tony sat up in his chair slightly. "Did you run facial recognition yet?" He asked.

"What do I look like?"

Tony blinked in surprise at his AI's overly-sassy response. She was no JARVIS, but she was pretty great, if he (the designer) did say so hisself. "Uh, I don't know. I've been picturing a red head," he answered back, equally as sassy.

"You must be thinking of someone else," she replied smoothly.

"Must be."

"The fake doctor is actually Colonel Helmut Zemo. Sokovian Intelligence." Tony couldn't help but roll his eyes as if it were the mot obvious thing in the world. Sokovian. Of course. A badass with a vengeance. Just what he needed in this boiling pot of chaos and complicated mess he had to clean up.

The billionaire pushed himself out of his chair and maneuvered himself to better see the screen he'd just projected from off his phone screen. On the screen was an image of Helmut Zemo. He definitely had the cheekbones to a badass... the suit and skill set, too, apparently.

"Zemo ran Echo Skorpion, a Sokovian covert kill squad," FRIDAY explained.

"So, what happened to the real Broussard?" Tony asked her. Just then, the previous image FRIDAY had projected of the dead man in the bath tub appeared. Well, shit...

"He was found dead in a Berlin hotel room. Where police also found a wig and facial prosthesis approximating the appearance of one James Buchanan Barnes." On the side of the projector, a new little blip appeared. It was the image the press had released of the surveillance video showing Steve's best bud from 1920-something sneaking into one of those news vans to plant the bomb in Vienna. And on the second screen was the real picture of Barnes from during his war days, along with his old army files. Well, shit, indeed...

Cap had been right, as much as Tony hated to admit it. Barnes had been framed, and the real bomber was this Zemo guy, whoever he was. Now, all Tony needed to find out was what he wanted, where he was, and what he planned on doing next.

"Son of a bitch," Tony muttered aloud. "Get this to Ross."

"Yes, Boss."

After a few more stressful and anxiety-filled minutes, the chopper arrived at the Raft Prison. Tony sat back in his chair as he listened to one f the guards working the security system grant him access. Not the he needed it, but he did prefer being allowed into a super-max floating prison in the middle of the ocean rather than breaking in and risking dying while on board.

He watched from above as the large, dome-like prison arose from the swelling sea. The only thing differentiating the black ocean waves and the prison were the lights lining all around the top and the large steel door opening for him to land inside.

Once the chopper was safely on the ground, Tony was greeted by Secretary Ross the moment he stepped outside. "So, you got the files?" He prompted the Secretary as he approached him. "Let's reroute the satellites, start facial scanning for this Zemo guy."

Ross gave him a stern look as he replied, "You seriously think I'm gonna listen to you after that fiasco in Leipzig?" He scoffed. "You're lucky you're not in one of these cells." Well, there went that idea of getting some sort of help from Ross. Time for Plan A... because Tony kind of counted on Ross being a dick.

The genius kept close to the Secretary as he led him through the large doors and padlocks until they reached the main quarters where cameras and screens were monitoring every prisoner in every cell. As Tony walked through, he couldn't help but notice a screen that caught his eye. It was a camera placed in the corner of Wanda's cell. She was hunched up and pressed against the back wall. Her skin was a sickly pale and her eyes were slightly bloodshot. The billionaire then noticed the reasons why. She was in a straight jacket... with a shock collar on her neck.

Tony really wanted to punch Ross now...

After studying Wanda, he felt guilt churn in his stomach and a shudder roll down his spine. It wasn't a very comforting sight. So, he kept walking.

Ross allowed him to enter the seperate wing where he was keeping his former teammates. When he entered, there was a seperate cell at each end of the room. In each, he could make out a figure of who it belonged to. Clint, sitting at the edge of his bed with his head down. Then, there was the Lang guy. Sam, who was pacing his cell. Wanda, still hunched at the edge of hers, her head turned away from him. And then, the last cell. He assumed Danielle was inside, but he couldn't make out her exact figure in there.

Tony was suddenly side tracked when clapping broke him out of his trance.

"The Futurist, gentlemen!" Clint exclaimed from behind his glass wall and bars. "Futurist is here! He sees all! He knows what's best for you, whether you like it or not."

Tony frowned as he began to approach the cell. "Give me a break, Barton. I had no idea they'd put you in here. Come on," he told his former teammate.

Clint, his expression still unconvinced and unamused, spit on the ground before turning to glare at him through the glass. "Yeah, well, you knew they'd put us somewhere, Tony." He had a point.

"Yeah, but not some super-max floating ocean pokey," the billionaire exclaimed. "You know, this place is for maniacs. This is a place for-"

"Criminals?" Clint finished for him as he jumped to his feet. "Criminals, Tony. Think that's the word you're looking for. Right?" He prompted as he stood face-to-face to him, only separated by the thick glass and bars between them. "That didn't use to mean me. Or Sam, or Wanda, or Dani. But here we are."

Tony nodded in agreement. "Because you broke the law."

Clint scoffed lightly. "Yeah."

"I didn't make you."

"La, la, la, la, la..." Clint began to prattle on, pretending to block him out like a child Ashe slowly turned his back on him.

"You read it, you broke it," Tony continued to try and speak over Clint's mumbles. "Alright, you're all grown up, you got a wife and kids... I don't understand, why didn't you think about them before you chose the wrong side?" It was a low blow, even for him, but from the way the archer spun around on his heel to glare daggers into the genius made Tony believe he'd finally gotten through to him.

But, before Tony could walk away, he heard Clint call back from behind him. "You gotta watch your back with this guy!" He shouted as he slammed his palms into the glass, creating an echo throughout the area. "There's a chance he's gonna break it!"

Tony tried not to dwell too much on the fact that he'd pissed of a former colleague. Right now, he had a job to do. He'd mend wounds and burned bridges after the job was done.

As the billionaire continued his trek down the row of cells, he happened upon the guy known as Scott Lang. Apparently, he'd taken tech from one Mr. Pym, founder of Pym Technologies, which managed to create a suit that shrinks... and apparently grows.

Tony watched as the man made his way to the glass and glared at him. "Hank Pym always said, you never can trust a Stark," he huffed.

Tony merely spared the man a glance. "Who are you?" He asked, quipping at the man before walking away. He was barely able to make out Lang's response, "Come on, man."

After passing Clint and Scott, he approached Sam's cell. He knew if anyone were willing to talk to him, it was Wilson. Sure, he was pretty much Cap's bestie – aside from Barnes – but, he'd also been a factor in what had happened with Rhodes and Tony knew he would somehow be able to get him to talk out of guilt, or at least hear him out.

Sure enough, as soon as he reached Wilson's cell, he asked, "How's Rhodes?" There was that guilt.

"They're flying him to Columbia Medical tomorrow. So... fingers crossed," the genius explained, Sam shaking his head in minor disbelief. This wasn't going to be easy. "What do you need? They feed you yet?" Might as well get it out there that Tony needed something from the guy.

The pilot turned to face him with a raised eyebrow. "You're the good cop now?"

Tony sighed. "I'm just the guy who needs to know where Steve went," he stated simply.

Sam glared at the man through the glass as he exclaimed, "Well, you better go get a bad cop, because yourenfinna have to go Mark Fuhrman on my ass-" Tony rolled his eyes. Always so difficult. Well, it looked like he was going to have to prove himself a bit better. But, for that to happen...

The billionaire pulled up his free hand – the one that wasn't currently restrained in a sling – and began to tap a few buttons in his watch. Once he was ready, he pressed the two sides, deactivate aging the Raft's sound system in their cameras. He knew if he disabled the cameras as a whole, they'd send a whole squadron down thinking Tony might've broken any of his former team out. But, just the sound and he was probably good.

"Oh, I just knocked the 'A' out of their 'AV'. We got about 30 seconds before they realize it's not their equipment," Tony told the pilot, cutting him off slightly. Sam looked perplexed and shocked as he glanced around and up at the cameras in the corner of his cell.

Tony then used his watch again, pulling up the Berlin police report FRIDA had forwarded to him. "Just look," he instructed the pilot as he showed him the image of the dead Dr. Theo Broussard. "Because that is the fellow who was supposed to interrogate Barnes. Clearly, I made a mistake. Sam... I was wrong." God, that felt weird saying. And Sam commented about it.

"That's a first."

Tony refrained from rolling his eyes as he turned his watch off and got back on topic. "Cap is definitely off the reservation, but he's about to need all the help he can get," he explained, hoping that Sam would drop the loyal-guard-dog act for one moment to try and see he was a good guy right now nd they were on the same side for the moment. "We don't know each other very well. You don't have to-" He was about to continue to beg nd make a fool out of himself when Sam abruptly shook his head. Oh, now they were getting somewhere.

"Hey, it's alright," he told the billionaire honestly. Tony began to lean closer as the pilot grew uneasy about the decision he was about to make. Until, finally, he relented. "Look, I'll tell you... but you have to go alone and as a friend."

Tony nodded, "Easy."

After Sam explained the whole ordeal, who the Zemo guy was, what Barnes had been brainwashed to tell the guy, where he was going, why, and who they were up against. A few killer super soldier assassin guys, and one psycho with a vengeance and lots of knowledge. Great.

So, it had turned out Sharon Carter had been right about Siberia. Probably should've listened to her and out this whole ordeal behind him, but at least now he knew the truth of where Steve and Barnes were.

The genius had left Sam and the others, trying not to let the feeling that he was being glared at as he got to walk out a free man and the rest had to stay behind as locked up felons. It was hard, but manageable if he focused on the bigger problem. Focus on the bigger problem, that was the key.

Tony finally made his way back the helicopter pad where his chopper was already ready for him to leave. There was no doubt in his mind Ross had out some sortif tracking device on it while he was away after the audio in his cameras went out.

"Stark," the Secretary called after him as he had begun to board the chopper. "Did he give you anything on Rogers?"

Tony had to stop himself from laughing out loud as he replied, "Nope. Told me to go to Hell. I'm going back to the Compound instead, but you can call me anytime... I'll put you on hold, I like to watch the line blink." After delivering his last line, he couldn't help but let a large grin show as the chopper pulled up off the ground and began it's departure from the Raft Prison. Boy, he loved screwing with the guy.

Down on the ground, Secretary Ross glared at the departing chopper, watching it carefully as Tony left inside. He wasn't dumb enough to believe the fact that Sam Wilson hadn't told him anything. He really wouldn't put anything past Stark. But, he also couldn't touch the guy due to the fact that he was so damn smart and could weasel his way out of practically anything... even jail time, unfortunately for Ross.

But, he couldn't worry about Tony Stark's childlike habits right now. He had bigger issues.

After watching the helicopter leave the Raft, Ross held his chin high and his chest boasted as he made his way back to the main directory. Inside, he passed by all the screens displaying all the other prisoners. He didn't care about them, not really.

When he finally stopped, he tapped the gaurd's shoulder that he stood behind. "Pull up Cell E68," he ordered.

The guard complied, pressing a few keys on his keypad, clicking on a few buttons, until the screen finally tuned into the camera and sound system of Cell E68. Inside, it was lit up a bright white light, cement walls on three ends and glass and metal bars at the front. And right in the middle of it all was a small figure thrashing and crying out on the floor.

Danielle Harper, a.k.a Eris, thrashing and screeching her head off in the containment of her cell. Just like Wanda Maximoff, Miss Harper had a shock collar around her neck as precaution. And it was good thing too. Each time she got shocked after attempting to use her powers or try to yank the thing off, she'd just try again and keep screaming and trashing. It was an endless cycle.

"Still going at it," the guard remarked matter-of-factly as they both watched the live feed of the self-destructive girl. "Her neck's gotta have some pretty bad burns right now... How she isn't dead, I have no idea."

Ross merely sat up straight, crossing his arms and using one hand to set underneath his chin as he watched the screaming child through the screen. He had an idea of how she wasn't dead... he just wanted to figure of how to manifest it.

"What do you plan on doing with her?" The guard asked, breaking the Secretary out of his moment of silence and study.

"You're not paid to ask questions, Melendez," Ross retorted with a cold glare. "Keep me updated on if her status changes." And with that, the man walked away without a care. The sounds of Danielle Harper screaming following him as he left.

A/N: Celebratory early chapter because I'm going out of town for Spring Break and won't have Internet for when I normally update. Here you guys go, enjoy, lemme know what you think.

This chapter was a lot shorter than the last, but, hey, they can't all be monsters. Anyway, not a lot of Danielle in this one, but we do get a peek into Homecoming, lots of Tony POV (which was really fun to write), a bit of Peter, and a peek at where Danielle and Jack are right now. Not looking too good as we can see.

Also, on a completely different note, I've been binging the new Netflix series The Umbrella Academy and HOLY. SHIT. It is AMAZING. I remember hearing about Gerard Way's comic book he had written, but I never had the time to find and read it, but the show is amazing so I think I may have to track it down and read it. I 10/10 recommend watching it. Vanya reminds me so much of Danielle and Klaus reminds me a lot of Jack... in a sense.

Chapter song is WHEN I WAS OLDER by Billie Eilish. Love that amazing woman.

Reviews:

Hyraeth: Four times? My God, the dedication, I love it. Thanks. Well, here is your next chapter a whole two days early. Hope you enjoy. Oh, man, me neither I have so much stuff I want to write for that Arc but there's also just so much stuff in between. Yeah, I wanted to kind of show the side of Civil War that not only was Tony kind of at fault for bringing Peter there, but also Peter for kind of blindly following him. Sort of like how Danielle blindly follows Steve. See the little reflecting going on there?

ArsenicAssassin: Oh wow, that's a huge compliment thank you so much. Glad you liked it. Lol, yeah. I'm probably going to have her mention that later on when she eventually finds out that Peter's Spiderman (because we all know she can't be kept in the dark for long). Oh, yeah, I wasn't prepared for the amount of angst I included in this Arc either, but it's there, get ready.

amrawo: Thank you, glad you liked it. The Civil War arc is unfortunately coming to a close, but thankfully, directly after is Homecoming. Prepare.

daeb: Oh, yeah, lots of things being revealed. There wasn't a lot of Peter POV for after he finds out, but there will be in the near future. I'd say two or three chapters from now (don't quote me). Glad you liked it, enjoy this next chapter.

GhostRyder13: Generally, yes. Its what keeps me sane and i usually update very Monday or late Sunday. But, today is an exception due to my little Spring Break adventure cross country. One thing you'll learn about me is I like traveling whenever I have vacations. Enjoy!

Guest: Aw, glad you liked it. Here s the next chapter!

Incorrect Quote of the Chapter:

[Back at the Raft]

Jack: Number One, can you please sing the opening to 'I Want It That Way'?

Sam: Really? Okay... You are... my fire-

Jack: Number Two.

Clint: The one... desire.

Jack: Number Three!

Wanda: Believe... when I say-

Jack: Number Four!

Steve: That I want it that way.

Jack: TELL ME WHY!

Everyone: Ain't nothing but a heartache.

Jack: TEEEELL ME WHY!

Everyone: Ain't nothing but a mistake.

Jack: Now, Number Five.

Bucky: I never want to hear you say-

Jack: WHOOO!

Everyone: That I want it that way...

Jack: *clapping* Chills. Literal chills.

Tony: *crying* It was Number Five. Number Five killed my parents.

Jack: Oh, I forgot about that part...