AN: Here it is, the big fight between Team Captain America vs. Team Iron Man!
We all ran at each other with full force, nobody backing down or showing any sign of ever doing so. I ran at Peter who attempted to shoot me with a web barely skimming my left thigh. I go to kick him, but he caught my foot in his hand. I used my momentum and climbed on him and wrapping my legs around him using his strength against him and subdued him to the ground.
He quickly rose to he's feet, "Wow you gotta teach me that!"
"Look kid, I don't want to hurt you," I grunted out.
It was true, fighting this boy was like fighting my little sister and I didn't want to do that. I didn't want to hurt him or anyone. But I would, if it's absolutely necessary.
"Mr. Stark said you would try to place it nice," Spiderman said, as I dodged his punch only for him to kick me in my side.
I stumbled over my feet a little and placed my hand over the throbbing pain in my side. I breathed heavily and slowly lifted my head to look up at the boy.
"Did he tell you why?" I questioned forebodingly, preparing myself to inundate the boy with his own memories.
I didn't give him the chance to respond as the background around us suddenly changed, no longer were we at the airport, we were back in New York. I searched through the boy's memories, the most traumatic one's, and discovered that his name was Peter. That's when I found it, the memory that would incapacitate him for awhile.
I observed from a distance as Peter found himself back at his house where lived with his Aunt May. Police sirens were going off and there was yellow police tape around the area. Peter walked into the house, and that's when he heard a woman crying. He walked closer and saw Aunt May mourning his Uncle Ben. I watched as Peter dropped to the ground and his breathing becomes short, ragged gasps.
Suddenly, it felt like a truck hit me on my back, I shot forwards hitting a crate directly on my stomach. I screamed as I fell on the ground my head receiving the majority of the blow. I rolled over onto my back I saw Tony hovering in his suit above me, I could feel the disapproval radiating from him. I groaned in pain, but I gathered all my strength and recovered.
"Really? On a kid?" Tony asked, disgust evident in his voice.
I channeled my anger and pain, "You're the one who brought the kid here," I growled, unleashing a pulse of my emotions knocking Tony back.
He flipped backwards before righting himself and fired his blasters my way and I dived to the side. Tony was about to fire again, but he started having weapons malfunctions. It was the perfect opportunity for me to put some space between me an Tony and I teleported away focusing on the emotions of the person closest to me which was Clint. I hide behind a shipping crate to catch my breath. Fighting was everywhere, people throwing punches, metal on metal, and the sounds of people screaming and yelling at each other.
I overheard Bucky through the coms, "We gotta go. That guy is probably in Siberia by now,"
"We gotta draw out the flyers. I'll take Vision. You get to the jet," Steve said.
I'm shaking my head when Sam said what I was thinking while he flew overhead, "No, you get to the jet. Both of you! The rest of us aren't getting out of here,"
"As much as I hate to admit it. If we're gonna win this one, some of us might have to lose it," Clint added breathlessly, he nodded in my direction as I come to his side.
I glanced over at him, his face would have been unreadable to anyone who wasn't feeling the same thing. Fear, maybe, disappointment, yes, shame, completely. The thought of us getting captured by Tony and the government was not pleasant, but it had to be done.
"We can't just leave you here," Bucky said strained.
"Just come back for us, and everything will be fine," I stated, finally speaking as I spotted him from his position behind a crate and nod with certainty.
His lips thin out before nodding reluctantly. There was worry in his eyes, and concern lining his sharp features. We both knew in our hearts, this was the last we'd see of each other for some time.
Sam's rushed voice comes over the com, "This isn't the real fight, Steve," Sam reminded.
"Alright, Sam, what's the play here?" Steve asked.
"We need a diversion. Something big," Sam explained, as he flew through an opening, Rhodey following close behind.
Scott suddenly chimed in, "I got something kind of big. But I can't hold it for long," Scott offered. "On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half...don't come back for me,"
"He's gonna tear himself in half?" Bucky questioned confused.
"You sure about this, Scott?" Steve asked, with a tone of concern.
"Yeah I do it all the time. I mean ones in a lab. Then I passed out," He says strangely optimistic.
"Wow, that's reassuring," I stated sarcastically.
"I'm the boss, I'm the boss, I'm the boss," Scott chanted, probably thinking we couldn't hear him.
All of a sudden, I could see the familiar figure of Scott growing larger but instead of staying at normal size, he continued to get bigger, and bigger, and bigger. He was a behemoth. My eyes widened as he grabbed onto Rhodey's leg.
"Holy shit!" Peter yelled.
I took a step back in shock at the scene in front of me and huffed, unbelieving of my own eyes. I let out a little shocked laugh. I could not believe my eyes.
Scott laughed like the jolly green giant as he held onto Rhodey, "Okay tiny dude's big now. He's big now!" Rhodey yelled completely stunned.
"I guess that's the signal," Steve stated, he and Bucky began running out from their hiding spots.
"Yeah, no shit," I commented, still amazed at the sight of Scott.
I can practically see Sam beaming as he laughed, "Way to go, Tic Tac!" Sam cheered.
"Give me back my Rhodey!" Tony quipped, Sam flew feet first into Iron Man.
"I got him!" Peter. exclaimed, Scott sent Rhodey flying and Peter caught him with a web.
Scott kicked a bus towards T'Challa and Vision descended and braced himself, splitting the bus in two and protecting T'Challa from harm. T'Challa spotted Steve and Bucky sprinting past. Iron Man was chasing Sam and evaded Scott by swinging the wing of a plane at him.
"Okay, anybody on our side hiding any shocking and fantastic abilities they'd like to disclose, I'm open to suggestion," Tony called.
Sam aimed towards Iron Man, firing Red Wing while Scott blocked T'Challa's path.
"You wanna get to them... you gotta go through me," He swept his gigantic foot through the crates T'Challa was standing on, smashing them to pieces. Scott is engulfed in explosions as Rhodey swooped towards him with Peter clinging to a web stuck to Rhodey's back. He fired more webs and wrapped them around Scott' arms.
Clint fired arrows at T'Challa who catches two right in front of his face. After the arrowheads exploded he dropped them and rises extending his claws.
"We haven't met yet," Clint began. He flattened his bow and spun it around. "I'm Clint," He introduced, wielding the bow like a staff.
"I don't care," T'Challa hissed, and attacked Clint as Clint swung his bow and T'Challa acrobatically ducked then countered with a high kick.
That's when I stepped in blocking his way already dodging some of his blows as he tried to pass me. We stared daggers at each other.
"Move, Eryss," He ordered me. "I really don't want to hurt you," He added.
"Yeah, I know," I began. "But you might have to," I finished, and delivered a roundhouse kick to his jaw, knocking him down to the ground.
He sprang back up on his feet and unleashed a flurry of blows against me. Jesus, he was extremely quick and agile. I dodged and evaded his blows until he got me off kilter and landed a quick jab to my face followed by a hard kick in the chest making me land on my back so he could easily pass me while I was trying to catch my breath. I breathed heavily as slowly blood began dripping from my lip.
"That bastard busted my lip!" I thought.
"Something just flew in me!" Scott's alarmed voice boomed.
I quickly rolled over to my stomach and saw Steve and Bucky still running towards the Quinjet, and Vision firing a shining beam of energy from his mind stone and the control tower collapsed towards the entrance of the hangar. As it began to crumble, red wisps of energy appeared as Wanda struggled to slow its collapse. I pushed myself up from the concrete ground just as Tony floated above me and I lifted my head to look at him.
"Amara, stand down now and they may go easy on you in prison," Tony stated, trying to stop me from moving forward. "Don't make this worse on you, than already it is," he added.
"I can't, Tony. Not after everything that's happened over the past few days," I replied, shaking my head. "I just can't, and you know why,"
"I'm sorry kid," Tony apologized.
My eyebrows furrowed, "Wha-?" I began, but was cut off by Tony as he lifted his hand blasted me back.
Tony sent me flying towards a plane and I slammed into it, falling to the ground. My vision goes blurry, I probably broke a fair number of bones and bruises would litter my entire body. Before I went completely unconscious and everything going dark, I could see Steve and Bucky safely making it to the hanger.
AN: Steve and Bucky made it to the quinjet, but now Amara and the others are going to The Raft.