"Reports are just now coming in that the center of Sokovia has separated from the rest of the city, rising up at a rapid speed. We are told that the United States' Avengers arrived at the city just moments before and from our understanding tried to evacuate as many as they could before it took flight. There's no word on how many citizens are still on the city but it safe to assume the entire Avengers team are still onboard -"
"-Witnesses say they saw robots not unlike Iron Man's Iron Legion attacking the Avengers and other bystanders mere moments before the city took off in flight -"
"-From what we know, all the Avengers are still on the city-"
"-Our thoughts and prayers are with the team as they fight their way through this. Stay tuned for updates."
"Oh my god, just pick one already." Dawson groaned from his terminal. She stopped flipping through the news channels. She glanced over her shoulder to see Dawson's attention was solely focused on the three screens in front of him. Settling on the last one she had landed on, she dropped the remote to the couch, but stayed standing. Her arms crossed over her chest and she shifted her weight from foot to foot while her eyes returned back to the coverage of the flying city once more.
The aftershocks had been large enough to reach them all the way in the Ukraine. Sobering both of them up pretty quickly and sending them racing inside the beach house. While he promptly took to his computer, she turned on the news. Both of them were immediately faced with the knowledge and horror that Ultron had managed to break apart Sokovia and send it flying into the air like it was nothing more than a frisbee. A frisbee that seemed to have their friends and exes on board.
"Any sign of Marina?" she asked as the news faded into a commercial for diapers. She turned away from the television to grab the handle of alcohol on the coffee table. An empty glass was sitting right next to it which made her pause for a moment and think about pouring the alcohol into it but then she nixed that idea and lifted the bottle straight to her lips. Why dirty a glass?
"The last ping from her cell phone placed her right near the center of the city." he glanced over his screens at her, eyes full of what seemed to be worry for his quasi-friend. Deep down he cared for her, despite the years that had passed and the shit they had gotten up to. Rubbing his hands over his face, then shoving them through his hair, he groaned. "God, she's so stupid sometimes." he got up from his chair, looking down at his desk to gently push through some papers that were there. She hadn't told him or Q that she was leaving, nor gave them any reasoning as to why she left. Trying to keep his emotions in check, he didn't let on to the fact that he was just as scared for her as he was angry at her for going leaving.
One of the papers had Marina's chicken scratch handwriting all over it. All sorts of dashes and dots with letters underneath covered the page. A quick glance proved it was Morse code that she had translated.
"Q…" he started, having picked up the page and crossing over to where she was steadily drinking from the large handle of alcohol, "look at this." he came up next to her, exchanging the bottle in her hands for the paper he was holding.
"N-A-T." she spelled out aloud, brow furrowing a bit as her eyes traced over the other phrases and acronyms that Marina had translated. She was working the radio trying to find Bucky but had found someone else in trouble instead. "Oh my god, she went to Sokovia to rescue Nat." Q realized, with a glance over to Dawson, who was paling hard and fast. It was confirmed that Nat, along with the rest of the Avengers, and Marina were in - and now on, the city.
At the same time, both of their heads turned back to the television. The news was back on, showing live footage of the city moving higher and higher into the sky, with no intent on coming down anytime soon - or slowly.
It happened fast. The ground beneath her feet began to rumble. Feeling her entire self began to sway with the shifting ground beneath her, she glanced down at her feet in a slight panic. Loud cracking sounds chimed in with the general, low rumbling of the Earth, creating a harmony of chaos that made Marina's chest tighten. It was some sort of earthquake. And she was standing right in the middle of a bridge.
Another one of those weird robots came at her, making her swing the metal pipe she had grabbed the first time one had attacked her. It smashed against the side of its head at the same time a loud crack echoed through the air. Looking behind her, she could clearly see rocks crumbling over an edge as the bridge unwillingly separated from itself. Oh, this was much more than an earthquake.
"Shit!" she cursed loudly, taking off into a dead sprint as the separation line caught up with her. There was no way she could go back down the bridge, the gap was already too big to jump over. The sounds of rocks and cars falling into the void below was enough to propel her forward toward the part that was rising up into the sky.
With one final leap, she desperately tried to jump over to the other side of the bridge. Only to miss. Her hand just barely missing one of the structural pipes that were buried deep into the concrete under the bridge. Heart leaping to her throat, she lingered in the air for a split second before gravity took ahold of her.
Steve saw the woman jump across the gap between the bridge. An outstretched hand reaching for anything to grab hold of to anchor her, keep her from disappearing into the ever growing valley below. Tossing one of Ultron's robots over the edge like a rag doll, he sprinted to the edge of the bridge.
With a baseball slide the 1920's Yankees would be proud of, his hand shot out to grab hers in a valiant effort to save her. But he was just a moment too late. His fingers just grazed the tips of hers. Too late and too far. He had no choice but to watch as she disappeared into the gap of nothingness below.
Though she didn't scream, his brain filled the silence with the sound of Bucky's final screams of panic. The same ones he listened to as Bucky fell to his supposed death down into the snow abyss. Steve had tried to save him too. Hands just grazing each other before gravity took over. Just as what had happened with the woman on the bridge. Faces both contorting a sudden fear that the realization that there was nothing below them except air. Who knew how far down any sort of piece of land was. The only difference this time around was that he was pretty sure she wouldn't be "saved" by Hydra and turned into the super soldier of his nightmares. He had failed. Again.
The memory of the day on the train was suddenly brought to the forefront of his mind. Something he hadn't thought about in a long time, only to be triggered immediately after the woman fell. Gut twisting at the thought of that fateful day, he shut his eyes and tried to calm himself down. Now wasn't the time to have these feelings surface again. Not with everything going on. He had tried to save both of them. He had tried. That had to be enough. With a slow exhale, he reminded himself that it was enough.
When he opened his eyes, he let them linger on the spot where the woman fell. Committing her to memory, he vowed to find out more about her so he could give her family peace, so that she would never be forgotten. Just as he didn't forget Bucky.
After a moment, his eyes finally moved from the spot where the woman had disappeared. Shifting his gaze over to the city below, he noticed how it was becoming smaller and smaller. Sokovia was flying. And he suddenly realized the woman, with the fall to her death, had taken the only way off.
"They're not going to make it off." Q said matter of factly, interrupting whatever the news anchor was saying about the situation in Sokovia.
"You don't know that." her friend tried to placate her, knowing there wasn't enough alcohol in the world to help numb that pain, "They've gotten out of some worse situations." Hell, they didn't even have enough alcohol to deal with what was going on right then and there. The empty handles littering the coffee table confirmed that. Their supply was running scarce and after that day, there wouldn't be any alcohol left in the beach house at all.
"When?" she snapped out, head flicking over to Dawson. He thought about it for a moment, then shrugged with a noise that was universally used when someone didn't know the answer. She sighed heavily then took another generous chug out of the quickly emptying bottle of alcohol.
"They're gonna die." she said solemnly, eyes trained on the footage of the city, "They're gonna die and we're never gonna see them again." she realized, eyes going wide, "No, no, no they can't die. Steve's - Steve's still mad at me. I can't have him die being mad at me." she whirled around to face Dawson who had taken up residency horizontally on the couch while watching the news, "I have to apologize. Tell him I love him - I - I...what if this is the last time I'll be able to talk to him?" her emotions began to rise, taking over whatever logical thinking her brain was trying to accomplish. Thanks to the amount of alcohol she had been consuming, everything was both heightened and dulled.
"Stop being dramatic, Q." Dawson groaned, "It's going to be fine." he sighed before taking another drink from his own personal bottle. He didn't like the role reversal that was happening. Q was always supposed to be the level-headed one, not whatever mess and a half she was now and even more so since she was drunk. It was hard enough to watch a city rise into the clouds while knowing the only love of his life was stuck on it as it was - he didn't want to be worrying about Q's mental state too.
"I'm not being dramatic! I am reacting very appropriately given the situation!" she cried out, voice breaking a bit, "You're acting like nothing's wrong at all!" she gestured wildly to the television, enough to make some of the alcohol spill out of its bottle.
"Fuck you, Q." he scoffed, picking at the label of the handle and not even bothering with a glance to her.
"Fuck me?" she pointed at herself with raised eyebrows, swaying a bit as she did, "Fuck you." she seethed out with a point at him.
"No, fuck you, Q." he got to his feet rather suddenly, making Q pull back a bit, "Fuck you, alright? You think you're so good at reading people and knowing what's going on in their head, but you're not. You're not. Because if you were, you'd know that I am very much not okay with what's going on right now." he kept his voice calm at first, which scared her even more as he continued, "I am freaking out right now." he let out a desperate sounding laugh, "My fucking ex-girlfriend is on a flying city that's infested with killer robots while a girl that I've known since I was twelve went to go rescue her - for who the fuck knows why! Only to get stuck on said city." he raised his shoulders up a bit, "She's probably dead for all I know!" letting them drop he continued, "And you think just because I'm not breaking down about it like you, that I'm okay!?" a short scoff escaped him and he shook his head, "Fuck you, Q. Fuck you." he went to turn away but then double back, "You know, this is not all about you, Q!" he reminded her, raising both his voice and his eyebrows, pointing harshly at her, "I gave up everything! To follow you on this - this adventure or whatever the hell you wanna call it. Everything! My life, my friends, the love of my goddamn life…" his eyes shifted to the television screen behind her for a moment before locking back on to her, "I could've stopped all of this from happening if I didn't follow you to Fucksville, Ukraine!" the loudness and the aggressiveness of his voice was enough to make her flinch back, "But no! No!" she put her hands up a bit as if to defend herself from the sheer intensity of the yelling, "No, I had to come with you! And now, I'm probably gonna lose the only other person I care about as much as I care about you!" he gestured just as wildly as she had to the television screen, "And there's not a goddamn thing I can do but watch and listen to you whine! So fuck you!" he ended on a rather loud note. With his eyes boring into hers with a fire she had never seen on him before, he took a hard swallow from the bottle of alcohol, then turned and stormed out of the house. The slam of the door was hard enough to make her jump once more.
The sound of the news faded into the background as Q was left standing in the middle of the living room. Alone. All the air had been sucked out of the room once Dawson slammed the door behind him. She gasped for breath, trying not to drown even though there was no water around. There was a pressure in her head that pressed down hard, somehow aligning perfectly with the pulsing of her heart that filled her ears. A glance down at her hands proved that she was shaking just as the Earth had a few hours prior. Grip tightening on the handle of alcohol, she tried to steady herself but failed.
Her central nervous system was going haywire, trying to both understand and react to what just happened to her at the hands of someone she loved and trusted. Dawson had yelled at her before, sure, but out of annoyance. Frustration. Not pure, unadulterated anger like she had just seen. She had pushed him too far. He was right. It was her fault. She had already been aware of this - for a long while now, but hearing it confirmed was a much different story.
And she knew that he was worried. Knew that he was lonely and scared and freaking out about what could possibly happen to their friends and loved ones. She shouldn't have reacted like she had. God, she just couldn't do anything right these days, could she?
Another glance back to the television reminded her of what was currently going on. Her stomach rolled at the reminder of something he pointed out: that they really couldn't do anything but watch it happen. Another wave of nausea washed over her at the thought that, yes, she had already lost Steve, but with him stuck on a flying city fighting an army of robots, she could quite possibly lose him permanently. With zero chance of ever getting him back.
Stumbling over to the coffee table, she grabbed her phone with her free hand. She sloppily managed to get to his contact name and connect the call, only hoping that he somehow got service however many feet up in the sky he was. The first time went straight to voicemail, as did the second, and the third, fourth and fifth time she tried.
Desperation flooded her system. She just needed to hear his voice. Hear him say her name one last time. The thought of losing him permanently weighed down on her shoulders, forcing her to the ground. As she sunk down onto her ass, propping her back against the table, she tried again, this time listening to the robotic voice on the other line telling her to leave a message.
"Steve, baby, it's me. It's Q." she managed out, "I - I...fuck, I can't...I don't know what's going on but the city's flying and I can't - I can't lose you. I can't!" her voice broke a bit, "And I know I have no - no say in any of this and don't have any...right to say that considering…but I'm sorry." she sniffled, "God, I'm so sorry, Steve. I fucked up. I made a mistake and I hurt you. I know that. But I need you to forgive me. Please." she was fully crying now, knowing her face was contorting into the ugliest expression ever as it always did when she cried, "I love you. That hasn't changed. I love you so much and you - I don't know what I'd do with myself if I knew you were still mad at me. If you still hated me. And this was how things ended." she didn't bother to wipe her tears from her face, "I love you, Steve. I hope you get this before…" she trailed off for a moment, eyes trained on the television screen that was still steadily showing footage of Sokovia, "I love you. And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." her voice cracked again. She pressed the phone harder against her ear as if she would suddenly be able to hear Steve on the other line. But there was just silence, "I love you." she whispered, repeating herself several times until the voicemail ended itself.
Phone falling from her hand, she took in a shaky breath and tried to center herself. Eyes shifting back to the television screen, she took another swig from the last remaining handle of alcohol. She would try her hardest to numb the feelings flooding her system at the moment. Because there was nothing she could do but watch as the city climbed higher and higher into the sky.
As the city continued to climb higher and higher into the sky, the clouds began to surround them. If it were under any other circumstances, he would've marveled at the sheer beauty that came with being so high up. But the destruction around him reminded him that where they were wasn't a good thing. While there was still a bit of time before the next wave of Ultron bots attacked, it was becoming clearer that there was no way off the city. And, as Tony pointed out, the impact radius that would be affected whenever it ultimately dropped, was getting bigger every second. The people were going nowhere. And neither was he.
"I didn't say we should leave." Nat pointed out, pausing their argument over whether or not they should blow the city and save millions. He looked over to her with a heavy sigh, meeting her eyes for a moment before she started nodding, "There's worse ways to go." she said as if she had imagined the other possibilities.
"Are you sure?" he asked, the question having a weight to it that both of them were aware of. Reminding each other what they had lost and what they were going to lose permanently if they stayed.
Instinctively, Steve's thoughts turned to Q, wondering where she was, if she was okay and if she even knew what was happening. There was no way for him to contact her, what with being hundreds of thousands of feet in the air, but he just wanted to hear her voice one last time. His anger toward her lessened with each foot the city gained. That tended to happen when you were closest to death. He knew that much from previous experiences. All the things you wished you said, wished you did...he remembered every word he wished he said to Peggy before he went into the ice. And he thought of every word he wished he could've said to Q before the city feel. The anger, betrayal, hurt, nostalgia, heartbrokenness...all of that faded and was replaced with a need to know that she was okay and that she knew how much he still loved her. Despite it all.
The wind harshly blew Nat's red curls across her face. She moved one hand to brush them away, eyes leaving his for a moment. He wondered if she was thinking something similar toward Dawson. They had managed a quick conversation after the events at the homestead. When her eyes returned to meet his, there was a look of acceptance in them.
"Where else am I gonna get a view like this?" she asked, nodding to scene before them. She had come to terms with the fact that none of them were getting out of the situation alive. Steve wished he could feel the same.
"Glad you like the view, Agent Romanoff." Fury's voice crackled over their comm pieces, "It's about to get better."
Out of the clouds rose what could only be called a miracle. One of the helicarriers SHIELD used during the Battle of New York came into view, Fury obviously at the helm. Surprise crossed both of their faces as they watched lifeboats detach from the ship itself and fly over to the edges of the city. Placed perfectly to where the team had been crowding people together to keep them safe during the waves of Ultron attacks.
"Fury, you son of a bitch." Steve commented at the sight of their savoir. A slight rush of relief coursed through his veins at the realization that they could get everyone off the city without issue. They could save everyone above as they tried to figure out how to save everyone below.
"Oh! You owe a dollar to the jar, Captain." Fury teased, but it didn't even bother him in the slightest.
"This is SHIELD?" Pietro asked in what seemed to be awe at the sight of the rescue.
"This is what it's supposed to be." he agreed with a slight nod. He thought back to all the times he had discussed SHIELD with Q, how they had conversations about their thoughts regarding SHIELD and the actions it took. Before the Hydra infiltration came to light, Q had believed that SHIELD was something that protected its citizens, helped saved the world. And as badly as Steve wanted to believe that, at the time he didn't. Now, he could see what Q had believed in.
"This is not so bad." Pietro tilted his head at the helicarrier, accent lilting his words as one of the lifeboats docked near them.
Unfortunately, from there, it wasn't as easy as one, two, three. While they continued to load people onto the lifeboats, Ultron was still an issue that needed to be dealt with. Especially considering he was still threatening to drop the city early and cause an impact that would devastate everything below them. Leaving Rhodey and SHIELD to handle evacuating the city onto the lifeboats, Steve met the other Avengers in the center of the city where the core was. All of them were ready for the battle, though there seemed to only be a few, easily taken out, mini Ultron robots.
"Is that the best you can do!?" Thor taunted as Ultron appeared before them. The robot raised its hand up, like a signal for the rest of the mini Ultrons. A giant wave of them appeared, much larger than any of the other waves they had taken on prior.
"You had to ask." Steve sighed heavily, looking over to Thor in a rather unamused fashion. God, he was so tired of these fucking robots. He wasn't a science nerd like Bucky or Dawson. He just wanted them dead and gone.
"This is exactly what I wanted." Ultron gestured to them, "All of you, against all of me. How could you possibly hope to stop me?" it asked with a tilt of its head.
"Like the old man said," Tony's voice came from the Iron Man suit, head turning a bit to look at Steve, "together." At that, Hulk let out a massive war cry, starting the battle between the Avengers and the mini Ultrons.
Over the years, Steve's approach to a fight had both changed and stayed the same. For as long as he remembered, he had a shield - whether it be the fancy vibranium shield he fought with in the present or the shitty trash can lids he had picked up during alley fights in the 1940s. But the people he fought side by side with changed, developed over time. First it was just him and Bucky, then the Howling Commandos, before finally the Avengers. His approach changed based on who was by his side - both watching his back and taking out whatever came close. With the Howling Commandos, he could count on Bucky to be his eyes above. Much like he now did with Tony and Thor. The rest of the men flanked his side, letting him feel safe enough to only focus on the things in front of him. His closest comrades in arms. Just like Natasha, Clint, and the Hulk. After the past year, working together with them felt as natural as working with the Howling Commandos and he found himself truly trusting them in a fight.
The new team players came in the form of Wanda and Pietro, and Vision. The twins had proved themselves on the train in South Korea. He knew he could count on Pietro to - quite literally, quickly take out any robots he might have missed while Wanda could easily rip apart five or six of them with just a flick of her wrist. Vision was an added pair of eyes above, which made it easier for him to keep his attention on taking out the mini Ultrons that came charging at him on foot.
He alternated between kicking back the robots with his foot and hitting them with his shield, warding them off with Wanda by his side using her magic to crush them into pieces. One robot grabbed him around the throat, forcing him to wrestle with it for a moment before tearing it off of him and slamming it to the ground. Another, he managed to flip over himself and grab in a momentary choke hold, only to rip its head off its body with a fluid motion.
Launching himself up, he spun horizontally in the air to avoid one of the flying robots and used his shield to slam down on one below him as he landed - Vision taking care of the other flying one. He punched and kicked and hit and slammed any and every robot who came into his eyeline. The sounds of the others taking out the robots in their own way fueled him to contribute to the symphony of their defense.
There seemed to be no end to the onslaught of attack robots. He wasn't sure how much time had passed or how many robots he had actually disarmed, but at one point, all of them stopped in their tracks. Steve took the opportunity to punch one squarely in the face before noticing how the rest seemed to turn and run like they were fleeing the battle scene. Giving up.
While he wondered why, he didn't linger on it. The moment of pause was enough for everyone to catch their breath. Though it was harder to than it was before - the city was getting too high up.
"We gotta move out." he addressed Nat, Clint and Wanda, "Even I can tell the air is getting thin." he glanced at them, knowing that if it was tough for him to regulate his breathing, it was worse for them, "You guys get to the boats. I'll sweep for stragglers. Be right behind you." he shifted quickly into Captain mode, giving out orders as he saw fit.
"What about the core?" Clint asked with a glance what he mentioned. Even if the mini Ultrons fled the scene, it could've been a trick. There could still be a few of its minions that were left behind who still wanted to carry out its plan.
"I'll protect it." Wanda volunteered, "It's my job." she reminded all of them of the side she had chosen. Steve's eyes met Wanda's for a moment, silently understanding the choice she made and nodding once in response.
Going the opposite way of Clint and Nat, Steve did one final sweep of the city to make sure no one was left behind. By the end of it, he gathered a small group and led them to the last remaining lifeboat. Thor was there waiting for him to arrive so he could head back to the core to enact Tony's plan.
Suddenly, gunshots rained down from what was left of the sky above them. The quick successions of shots weren't aimed anywhere specific but also aimed everywhere. The force of the blasts sent Steve diving behind a statue, only just managing to raise his shield up to protect himself from whoever was shooting at them.
As quickly as the shots started, they stopped. An eerie silence slid over the city, taking the place of the gunfire. Steve moved from behind the statue just in time to see Pietro collapse onto the ground - body decorated with blossoming red spots of blood. He clipped his shield onto his back and leapt over various debris to get to where Pietro and Clint were.
Staring down at the body of their ally, he could tell that Pietro had used himself as a shield to protect Clint and the small child he had saved. For as fast as Pietro was, his body was too slow to save himself.
Picking up Pietro's limp body in his arms, he let his eyes linger on the man's face for a moment. Hell, he was really only a boy. Barely a man, thrown into a war at such a young age and had done what he thought was necessary to save his country. Just as Steve had many years before.
He had only known Pietro for a smattering of days, and there were only a couple where they were on the same side. Yet, he admired how he didn't pause to sacrifice himself in an effort to save someone else. It again reminded Steve of a time when he did the same. Pietro was a hero, and Steve would be damn sure history remembered him as such.
With a step off the lifeboat, he did a cursory glance around the square. There was nothing else in front of him that could be saved. And thank God for that because as soon as the thought left his brain, the city suddenly dropped at the same rate the Cyclone at Coney Island did.
Quickly reacting, Steve turned and leapt onto the lifeboat before it got too far away. His heart pounded with adrenaline at the near-death experience - though he figured his body would be used to that by now. Peering over the edge of the lifeboat, he watched the city of Sokovia plummet to the Earth below. There was truly nothing he could do but watch.
Q could only watch in silent horror as the city of Sokovia plunged down to the Earth below. No matter how much alcohol she had consumed over the hours, the footage she were seeing was sobering. Despite seeing the SHIELD helicarrier and lifeboats, she didn't know if Marina or Steve or Nat or any of the others had made it on board.
Once again, Q tried to call Steve. She turned away from the television, not being able to watch any more. Holding her breath, she listened to the phone ring once, twice, three times before there was an audible click.
"Hello?" Steve's confused voice came over the other side. At the sound of it, her knees gave out from under her and sent her sinking to the ground behind the couch. A broken sob escaped instead of any actual words, Q being so overcome with relief and emotion that she didn't even care how she was coming across.
"Thank God!" she cried out, "Oh thank God, Steve." she pressed her hand to her chest to calm her frantic heartbeat, "I...I was so worried." she took in big gulps of air, trying to calm herself down, "I - the news - Sokovia." she didn't know what she was trying to say - mostly everything at once, but it wasn't working.
"I'm okay, Q." he assured her. She ignored how the connection was a bit staticy and instead focused on the sound of his voice.
"You're okay." she breathed out, letting her head fall back against the back of the couch while a few tears escaped, "You're okay." she repeated again, "I was so worried. I kept calling-"
"Yeah, well, phone service is pretty shitty when you're hundred of thousands of feet in the air." he joked even though there was a tightness to his voice. She let out a breathless laugh, hand falling from her chest.
"Yeah, I guess so." she agreed, taking in a few more calming breaths before she continued, "I'm so glad you're okay. I don't - I don't know what I would've done if you weren't." she admitted.
"I'm glad I'm okay too." he paused for a moment before continuing, "It's good to hear your voice." he admitted, sounding like he truly meant it. And he probably did, considering what he had just gone through.
"It's good to hear yours too." she was still a bit breathless. The full realization that he was okay hadn't completely settled yet. There was a pregnant pause before she spoke again, "Can I see you?" she asked, heart longing to be with him again. To truly make sure he was okay and not just telling her what she wanted to hear. The silence on the other line was deafening enough to make her think that they had gotten disconnected, but when she pulled her phone away from her ear, she saw that he was still on the line, "Steve?" she placed the phone back against her ear, "Steve, please." she was about to start begging with him, "I..." she tried to come up with a good enough excuse to make him say yes, but everything her brain offered up seemed to be too weak.
"Okay." he agreed after another small moment of silence, "Where?" he put the ball in her court, letting her decide all the details.
She glanced to the side, seeing Dawson pacing outside the doors of the house. She couldn't bring Steve to the beach house; it would be too hard to see him leave. She couldn't very well go back to New York either; it would be too hard to leave the life she once had. It had to be somewhere in between. Somewhere neutral. Like Switzerland - except not literally Switzerland.
"Croatia." she answered, "In two days. Just you and me. I'll send you the exact location when I get there." she quickly outlined a general plan.
Before he could say anything else or before she could lose her nerve, she hung up the phone. She had a trip to Croatia to plan.
A/N: A reunion is happening! I really didn't want to do AoU, but I'm not that mad at how it turned out! I hope you liked it - please give me all of your thoughts and reactions and everything in between. I love hearing them! Thank you so much for reading this story! Love you all!
(Also how do we feel about Spidey being out of the MCU?!)