AN: I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas that celebrates it and to those don't I hope the holidays have been treating you well!
Steve pulled the car under a bridge and he exited out the car. I followed him with my eyes as he walked up to Sharon. The rest of us remained in the small vehicle, crammed and uncomfortable. I moved over slightly, Sam was in the passenger seat as Bucky was right next to me in the back. We were in a very old bug that Steve and I borrowed from a junkyard. I had the window cranked down slightly so I could hear them.
"Not sure you understand the concept of a getaway car," Sharon chuckled, at the sight of the Volkswagen beetle.
"It's low profile," Steve shrugged.
"Good, because this stuff tends to draw a crowd," She sighed, popping open the trunk and revealing all our weapons and armor.
"Can you move your seat up?" Bucky asked.
"No," Sam answered flatly.
"You guys are acting like toddlers" I muttered, as Bucky scooted over. "Sam, you're a brat," I added flatly.
"I owe you again," Steve stated, staring down at Sharon with a half smile.
"Keepin a list," She retorted flirtatiously, while Bucky moves over closer to me to get more leg room.
"There gonna come looking for you," Steve said, and Sharon nodded.
"I know," She agreed with a small smile.
"Thank you, Sharon," Steve said graciously.
Sharon nodded at him again as if to say "you're welcome". Steve looked down then back up at her, suddenly he pulled her hips to his, and their lips meet. Bucky and I glanced at each other, before looking back at them. They pulled away as a half smile graced Sharon's features.
"That was-" She began.
"Late," Steve finished with a slight laugh.
"Damn right," Sharon inhaled. "I should go," They both nod at each other in agreement.
Sharon walked to get into her car as Steve looked back at us, giddy like a schoolgirl. All three of us smirked and nodded at him as he rolled his eyes sighing and Steve hopped back into the driver seat of the car.
"The old man has still got it," I commented chuckling.
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The car pulled into the airport car garage, all of us got out of the car and walked over to where Clint and Wanda had just pulled up in their van minutes before us. I made my way over to her, hugging her tightly and she returned the embrace. I pulled back slightly and began scanning my eyes over her body checking for any bodily harm.
"How are you?" I asked concernedly, holding her arms gently.
"Better now," Wanda replied, a small smile appearing on her face and I mirrored her smile.
"You know I wouldn't have called. If I had any other choice," Steve explained, shaking Clint's hand.
"Hey man, I'm on your team," Clint shrugged, before Steve directed his attention to Wanda.
"Thanks for having my back." Steve said, looking at Wanda.
"It was time to get off my ass," She replied with a smirk.
"Hey kid," Clint greeted me as I smiled.
"Old man," I retorted chuckling, as he pulled me in for a hug and we separated.
Steve looked back to Clint, "How about our other recruit?" Steve mused, as Clint walked over to the van and pressed his hand to the door handle.
"He's rearing to go. I had to put a little coffee in him, but...he should be good," Clint explained, as he pulled the door back allowing it to bang loudly.
I furrowed my eyebrows as the man jolted awake. This was Scott Lang? I looked over to Sam with a what the hell look. But Sam only shrugged saying this is all I got. Were we ever in desperate times.
"What time zone is this?" Scott asked still half asleep, standing up and jumping out of the van, then he looked over at us and a shocked and almost starstruck look formed on his tired face.
"Come on. Go," Clint ordered closing the van, and pushing him towards us.
"Captain America!" He smiled shaking Steve's hand.
"Mr. Lang," Steve nodded with a friendly smile.
"It's an honor," Scott nodded, still shaking his hand.
"You know you can let go, right?" I hinted with raised a brow.
"Oh, yeah." He nodded, letting go quickly. "Wow! This is awesome!" he commented enthusiastically. "Eryss, looking good!" He complimented winking at me, and I laughed slightly. He turned to Wanda and pointed at Steve. "Captain America," he named. "I know you too, you're great," He added and Wanda smiled. Scott looked back at Steve, taking a deep breath, he places his hands on Steve, feeling his muscles...did he just grab Steve's chest? "Jeez, uh, look I wanna say, I know you know a lot of super people, so, thanks for thanking of me," Scott said, making Steve nod as he looked at him a little amused. While I burst out laughing at his accidental muck-up. "Hey man!" He greeted pointing at Sam.
"What's up, tic-tac?" Sam asked.
"Ah good to see you. Look, what happened last time-" Scott began
"It was a great audition but, it'll never happen again," Sam interrupted Scott.
"Did they tell you what we're up against?" I asked curiously, crossing my arms.
"Something about some psycho assassins," Scott answered, looking at everyone in the group, questioning his own answer.
"Were outside the law on this one, you come with us, you're a wanted man," Steve warned.
"Yeah, well, what else is new," Scott stated, with a slight laugh.
"We should get moving," Bucky suggested from behind the car.
"I gotta chopper lined up," Clint began, getting interrupted by a blaring siren and a voice began speaking in German.
"Their evacuating the airport," I stated, looking around.
"Stark," Sam said to Steve.
"Stark?" Scott questioned.
"Suit up!" Steve told us.
I zipped my catsuit behind the van, and placed my batons into my back holsters along with holstering my many knives. I tied my hair into a low ponytail behind my back and took a deep breath, to calm and ready myself for the fight that lay ahead of us. This fight changes everything. This is big.
We're fighting each other now.
AN: Sorry for the short chapter, but I wanted the big fight scene to be a chapter of its own. It's well worth the wait, I promise.