Thanos arrived to Notre Dame that very morning unexpectedly. All of the guards stood at attention, trying their best to stifle their yawns and fatigue from the boredom of their current job.
It has to be done, though.
He noticed something strange, walking through the halls, up the winding staircase.
She was silent. The bells were not ringing...and there were no sign of the gypsies, or...
"Anthony..." Thanos fumed. Ensuring his suspicions, he checked every nook and cranny of the entire building, growing more and more furious.
Shoving the doors open, stunning the guards, he stormed down the stairs and turned around to face him.
"The gypsies have escaped...no doubt with some skillful help. I believe the accomplice is none other than the Winter Soldier. I want to you to find them, and bring them to the Palace of Justice...alive."
Captain Thor showed up to the scene, only hearing the tail end of the order.
"Orders, sir?"
"Find the gypsies..." Thanos sternly commanded. "Do whatever it takes..."
He watched his superior get back into his carriage and disappear down the street. Sighing to himself, he turned to his men.
"You heard him. You men, stay here in case they're just hiding. Everyone else, scatter!"
He silently prayed that they were as far away from Paris as possible. Lord only knows what fate lay before them if Minister Thanos got a hold of them.
Why was he so desperate to capture them? What was the hatred for these gypsies?
The silence of the bells played out as an ominous warning to the citizens of Paris.
War had begun.
"Steve, wait!" Bucky halted the group. Everyone looked worried and he signaled to silently look ahead.
They could barely see it, especially Anthony, but their fears had come true.
Soldiers were spreading out...forming a blockade.
"Well, that's a setback..." Steve crouched down.
"We're still trapped." Carol said. "What are we going to do?"
Anthony thought out multiple possibilities, all of them ending badly. But he was not about to shatter all of their hope. They will think of something...
But it better be quickly...
"I've got an idea...but you're not gonna like it..."
"As long as it doesn't have anything to do with your last plan, I'm good." Bucky said.
"No, it's the exact opposite...we're going underground..."
"Oh...brilliant..."
"What, dig our way through to the other side of the earth? We going to China or something?" Steve asked, halfway serious.
"We'll get there one day, but I'm talking about these burial tunnels underground...they're not done, per say, but easy to travel fast and undetected."
"How do we get there?" Carol asked.
"Don't answer that..." Bucky deadpanned.
"...We have to go through the cemetery and-"
Bucky was done with this little adventure, just wishing he was helping everyone back at camp getting the hell out of here before they got hanged for being...gypsies.
"Bucky?" He came back to the present and saw they were all staring at him.
"Let's get going, unless you wanna become dog food."
"Steven Grant Rogers, you are a sick son of a bitch..."
"Can you watch your language, please?"
As they went back and forth, Carol gave Anthony a look of exasperation and they silently laughed to each other, moving on to their new destination where hopefully freedom awaited.
Thanos was trying to keep it together. Very rarely, did the man ever show his temper, but this was the last straw.
Not only had those vial and wicked gypsies escaped, but his own Anthony was the culprit who made it happen.
How could he do this to me? After all I have done for him.
He looked out the window of his carriage, praying for God to deliver them all to justice.
A lesson needs to be learned, young man.
"Woah!" The soldier driving the carriage suddenly stopped.
Thanos irritably got out to see what all of the fuss was about.
"What is the meaning of this?"