I've decided to finish Shattering Relations before I start Everlasting Bond, my mind kept getting confused when I bounced between the two, lol. I hope you like this chapter because it's been a while since the first was uploaded.

It's snowing buckets outside where I'm living … nooo! Not until Christmas, please!

Enjoy the long-awaited chapter …

Captain America: Civil War Fanfic | Shattering Relations | Lagos, Nigeria

6 Months Later

Sitting in an outside coffee shop, was Wanda Maximoff, stirring a teaspoon through a warm cup of tea. The sound of the spoon bounced at the insides as she surveyed the surroundings as she was taught. Tapping the utensil on the edge twice, she placed it on the plate underneath the cup. She lifted the cup to her lips and took a sip.

"All right," A voice appeared in the small speaker in her ear, asking her a question, "What do you see?" It was Steve's voice. This was technically both a test for Wanda and a mission at the same time. The Avengers had a job to do today but it wasn't every day they had chances like this. The usual things they dealt with on a daily basis were actually stopping the usual crimes, nothing out of the ordinary. This time was different because they were dealing with past Hydra Agents and a possible nuclear event that could happen if it isn't stopped in time.

But it wasn't just that.

It's been three months … three months since a certain someone disappeared without a trace. The disappearance of that someone put all the Avengers on high alert. Not in a really bad way, just a worried way. Avery Lola Rogers. She was last seen with Bucky and he was the last to see her from what anyone could tell. He didn't know what happened and even now, he still didn't really understand what went on that morning. It was a mystery but mostly, they just needed to know she was okay. The Avengers were hoping today would also bring some answers to them regarding her whereabouts.

One of the ideas and fears included the fact that the leftover Hydra Agents may have done something to her, broken all that had been repaired since her finding.

They just needed to find her.

Wanda placed the cup back on the saucer before replying, "Standard beat cops." She tried to be inconspicuous, just as she was taught, but she also didn't want to look like a complete loony who talked to herself. She kept her head down and her lips facing the table as much as she could when it came to speaking into the radio. "Small station. Quiet Street." She glanced over her shoulder to briefly watch the two male cops leaning against their squad car. They were eating their lunch while conversing with each other, but it was obvious they were still currently on duty at the same time.

"It's a good target."

"There's an ATM on the south corner, which means?" Bucky questioned this time, sounding ready.

Wanda discreetly brushed her thumb on the top of her lip, pretending to be scratching the area, "Cameras."

Bucky nodded to himself from where he was hiding across the street, inside an empty apartment. He was currently looking out the window, surveying the area with a bird's eye view, just as Steve and Sam were. "Both cross streets are one-way."

"So compromised escape routes," If the roads were one way, these Hydra agents wouldn't be able to go down that direction if traffic was coming the other way. Also, it applies if they needed an escape route themselves.

Wanda glanced down at the papers she had been gazing through as she waited for everyone to get into position. All of them were showing one story in particular. It was the person/group they were hunting down today and stopping. A dozen or so police stations had been robbed as of late, and now they believed that something more detrimental was about to be stolen from Lagos. One of the main suspects was Brock Rumlow, the Hydra agent that should have died under the collapse of Shield's headquarters.

"Which means our guy doesn't care about being seen and he's not afraid to make a mess on the way out." Steve inputted, following along just as everyone else was. He pushed the curtains aside just a touch, his head just poking through, "Alright, you see that Range Rover halfway up the block?"

"The red one?" Wanda questioned but knew it was the one he was talking about anyway – there was only one down this road. "It's cute."

"It's also bulletproof." Natasha finally made an input into the conversation as she casually leaned back in her chair. She was just a few meters away from where Wanda was sitting, playing with her own coffee that hadn't been touched since the waitress made it for her. "And that means private security … which also means more guns … and finally, it'll give more headaches for somebody." She paused, "Probably us." It made sense.

Finally, she took that sip of that coffee – she was sure going to need it sooner rather than later.

Wanda's features shifted into a look that couldn't quite tell something, "You guys do remember I can move things with my mind, right?" Double checking but it was mostly just a sarcastic comment.

"You need to remember that looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature, Wanda," Natasha replied, knowing for a fact that the young girl had been told multiple times already. Mostly by Ava, but occasionally from her. "Just like in the event of having to use the hand-to-hand skills Ava and I taught you." Bucky and Steve's heart clenched at the use of Avery's nickname but didn't say anything. Natasha felt it too, but she had learned a long time ago to push aside her feelings and focus on the job.

A small chuckle resonated from the earpieces, "Has anyone ever told you you're a little paranoid?" Sam finally spoke and you could tell there was a grin on his lips just by the tone of his voice. On the top of a ten-story, he started walking towards the siding of the roof. He was looking over the edge from where he was stationed – he was just a few blocks away from where the others were.

Natasha raised her eyebrows, "Not to my face." She countered, and just for kicks, she added some dare to her voice, almost as if she were going to tease the bird man. "Why? Did you hear something?"

As much as Steve would have loved to hear a good banter from the two, now was not the time to be playing around. They had a very important job to do – a mission to complete without any mess. "Eyes on target, folks." He advised, getting them back on task, much like a leader would do. "This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months and I don't want us to lose him this time." They couldn't afford to lose him again, lets put it that way.

Sam scoffed, his eyes darting across all the streets he could see and not see thanks to his specialized goggles. "If he sees us coming, that won't be a problem." He commented, "He kind of hates us."

"Well, we hate his guts too," Bucky couldn't help but say, a little anger mixed in with his tone, "So I guess we're even." Ever since Ava had gone missing that day, he's never really been the same man, and it wasn't even back to the person everyone knew before anyone knew Ava was alive. Bucky was more distant, less fun, and all he did was focus on the work and training. Steve could still see his best friend in there on any given day, but the James he knew was starting to slip away. Losing Ava, the way they did, it was taking a toll on him.

The sound of instinctive voices and a lot of cars honking were suddenly taken notice by the two American heroes. Looking out the window towards the source of the noise, they each noticed a red garbage truck that was jam-packed full of rubbish. People were shouting and honking at the vehicle because it was barging through all the cars that were horrendously parked. Steve's eyes narrowed with suspicion, "Sam…" He prompted, "See that garbage truck? Tag it."

Sam followed his order and initiated one of his many little devices. It was like a little mechanical bird as it detached itself from his backpack and started flying over the buildings. He used the machine attached to his arm to control the bird, guiding it towards the truck he was going to tag and check out. As he positioned it underneath the vehicle, he used a voice command to give him an x-ray view of what or who was inside. The weight analysis was extremely over its maximum capability and the sensor picked up just one human being inside. But this man was holding a gun to his hip, he was obviously not a simple garbage collector.

"That truck's loaded for max weight." He revealed the findings to his team members. "And the driver's armed."

Natasha felt a small frown lift on her lips, and things within her head quickly clicked into place. "It's a battering ram." She stated, having seen this method more than a couple of times in her days. A battering ram was an efficient way of breaking into somewhere, especially if the place holds a maximum security. A very heavy garbage truck would do the trick.

The American heroes had the same line of thought.

"Go now," Bucky ordered, twisting in his place, starting to sprint out of the apartment he had been squatting in for the observation.

Wanda had to make a double-take, hearing the order in surprise, "What?" Their line of thought hadn't exactly caught up to her yet.

"He's not hitting the police," Steve told her, doing the same as Bucky was and rushing out of his own hiding spot.

Across town, Sam jumped off the building and started falling downwards, thanks to gravity. However, before he could hit the ground and turn into a splattered pancake, he initiated his mechanical wings and efficiently, he glided back up into the air, feeling the wind brushing against his face as he flew.

Wanda nearly scrambled to her feet when she noticed Natasha also getting to her feet. She had to keep up as they headed towards the place the garbage truck seemed to be heading towards. Now was the time to be getting ready for a fight.

…

INSTITUTE FOR INFECTIOUS DISEASES

Inside a small security cubical by the front entrance of the Institute for Infectious Diseases, a young man was sitting in his chair, a gun strapped to his chest, leaning back as the world went by. He didn't think anything would happen, nothing ever did with this job. It was becoming kind of boring. Maybe he should quit?

He had been thinking about what he could get for lunch when his hearing picked up a low rumbling that started getting closer and closer. With his brows furrowed, he turned towards the noise down the road. Beforehand, he hadn't been alert and thought nothing of it when a garbage truck was heading towards him. It was going a little too fast, but he still didn't think anything of it.

That was until a man suddenly jumped out of the driver's seat and the truck seemed to pick up the speed somehow.

That garbage truck was going to drive through the entrance.

With widened eyes, the man's fight or flight instincts kicked in and he practically dove out of his seat and ran out of the cubical. Away from where the truck was going to hit. He had gotten out of the way just in time as the overweight vehicle collided with a barrier. This caused it to flip upside down, getting thrown into the institute's general direction. It caused a lot of damage because the thick concrete barrier was broken in two. There were large chunks of it scattered throughout the lot after the booming noise went down.

No one had the chance to react in time because suddenly, two sunshine colored trucks sped into the lot that had silver bars attached to each trim. It was obviously a part of their plan since they completely ignored the damaged littered across the ground. The fact that it was in a quick and timely fashion was also another pointer. Wheels skidded across the gravel as they turned sharply, following them while being surrounded by a thick cloud of dust from the broken concrete underneath. The tires were throwing the particles up into the air and fogging up the air a little.

One of the trucks continued into the inner grounds where one would assume was for people walking into the building. The other truck halted just outside the interior gate, the one that hadn't been smashed to smithereens. Not even a millisecond had passed when the backside of the trucks opened and several men with guns jumped out. They were all dressed in black uniforms with no tags whatsoever, and clearly, they were wearing gas masks on their faces too.

They were intending to do something that would make them needed.

They knew what they were doing. It's what they were trained to do and it's what they've planned for weeks before this day even came.

Bullets started firing in all directions and the people who still hadn't figured out what was happening just yet, dropped. Multiple gunshot wounds to various parts of their bodies. The men who had just jumped out of the trucks did not stop, not even for a second pause. All but one of the men were now out of the vehicle. They had a mission to complete and nothing could get in the way of it. Nothing.

There was one man still lingering in the back of the truck but he looked different from the rest. He had different accessories covering his uniform and more weapons with higher grades. The stature of his posture was more prominent - it was dominant, powerful, and he spread out an aura of authority.

He was clearly the leader of this operation.

Jumping out of the truck, finally, he started moving forwards towards the five-story building with his men huddled around him, almost as if they were protecting him in a fortified cocoon. He lifted his gun, almost as if he were ready to shoot if need be as they approached about ten feet away from the building. Everyone who had been outside before was running away, knowing they stood no chance against these people, especially with no guns on them themselves. The uniformed men who guard the institution tried their best but ended up with a bullet in their chest for the reward.

The men in black turned towards the building and five different style guns suddenly aimed up towards the windows of the third floor. They weren't machine guns but looked to be something that can shoot cans of something.

The shots fired simultaneously. Flying through the windows on the third floor were gas bombs. Inside the buildings, the gas started working immediately, the air started to thicken into a deep ashy green smoke that began covering every inch of the floor. Some of the employees were able to stumble out in time, but many of the others began dropping to the floor, coughing as if their lungs were on fire.

Outside, the leader smirked under his shielded face.

…

A team of men made their way up to the third floor while nine individuals stayed outside to cover. Their guns were still drawn, their eyes and ear peeled and ready to notice anything coming their way. The men stationed outside were no longer wearing gas masks but were now wearing helmets that similarly resembled a motorcyclist's helmet. One of the men was hidden behind a now-damaged pick-up truck, and that's when something sparked his senses.

There was a whooshing sound coming from somewhere above, near enough above him.

His gun followed the motion of his body as he turned the other way, but it was too late because something flat and metal collided with his face. The last thing he felt was his body smashing back into the pickup truck he had been hiding.

Bullets started firing around the newest member to the party and a fight broke out.

Captain America had been the new arrival and dropping to the ground just beside him was Lieutenant America. He came down with a rougher landing than his partner did. Wanda had used her powers to fling them over to the short distance and barriers so it made an effectively quicker way in getting inside.

Steve withdrew his shield back before shooting it off towards one of the gunmen that were firing bullets at them. He started picking them off one by one from the ground. Bucky, however, went higher and started taking out the ones standing on cars or hiding in the furthest of places.

The men were knocked out within less than twenty seconds.

"They have body armor," Bucky spoke with a deep breath, speaking into the receiver connected with his ear. He was letting the others know what they were in for as they approach them, "AR-15s." He could see a couple more of those soldiers running up to their position and some were even appearing on the roof. They had done a solid count as they were chucked over the wall.

"I make seven hostiles." Steve followed on the subject, not including the men they had just knocked out.

On the roof, Sam arrived in his usual style of grace and kicked two of the hostiles in the chest. Given their surprise to see him, it was easy to get in the first punch. As they both got up, each grabbed their handguns and were about to fire, until Sam beat them to the chase. He emptied his round into them both.

"I make five." Sam corrected them, essentially letting them know that he had taken out two from the roof.

At this point, Wanda had finally made her appearance from the sky with a mist of red energy surrounding her body. It was more prominent as she approached the ground beneath her feet. She had to use her powers to ensure she wouldn't end up like a pancake. As she touched the ground, a uniformed man came out of nowhere and pointed a gun at her. Instinctually, she guarded herself with a barrier of red mist and the bullets that came towards her suddenly dissipated into nothing. At the earliest convenience, she shot a pulse of energy towards the man trying to kill her and wrapped it around him like a rope.

"Sam." She prompted the man to finish the job. He knew what to do as soon as she threw the hostile towards him in the air – he flew down and knocked him out with one single kick. It wasn't that she couldn't simply knock the man out, it's just that she'd rather not. Everything that's happened over the past year or so was still weighing on her, especially everything that happened during Ultron's destruction of Sokovia. It didn't really help that Pietro wasn't with them and that he was halfway across the world. She felt sad and alone because she didn't really have anyone to talk to anymore.

There was Natasha, but she didn't see the woman as the talking about normal things type of girl. The only woman she knew she could really talk to was Ava/Winter. That woman had been the only female she was in contact with since the experiments had begun all those years ago. Now that Ava's not here, she didn't really know what to do anymore other than just followed the orders of the Avengers.

"Four," Sam stated, touching his feet to the ground just a couple of feet away from Wanda. He was making both a mental and verbal tally of how many they had left to take down.

Sam used his flying metal bird to detect how many people were inside the building, specifically on the third floor where all the smoke was pouring out. A red ID laser filtered through the floor and counted how many were in there. "Rumlow's on the third floor." He told Bucky and Steve, knowing it was their part to go up there anyway. The gas wouldn't likely affect them as it would for him, Wanda, or Natasha. They were simply more human than they were, and that's just stating an unsaid fact.

"Wanda." Bucky looked over to the young girl, "Just like we practiced." Knowing it would take her powers to get them up to that level without having to sprint up a load of stairs. It really helped to have someone with Wanda's kind of skill on the team, it just sucked that her brother wasn't currently here right now. It would have helped a ton. And the fight would have most likely been over by now.

Wanda nodded, knowing what she had to do, but there was another pressing issue on her mind. "What about the gas?" She inquired, thinking it would be up to her anyway to get it out of the building. She could do that.

"Get it out," Steve answered for him, confirming her thoughts.

Wanda didn't waste any time getting them up there because just as easily as she walked, she threw the American heroes towards the shattered windows on the side of the building. Well, Steve made it through an already broken window, Bucky had to endure smashing through a pane of it to get in. His shield did a good job propelling the shattered fragments in the opposite direction on himself.

"Uh, oops." Wanda winced guiltily to herself with a cringe, seeing Bucky go through the unbroken pane instead. The one that had already been smashed was right next door it.

She couldn't dwell on it for too long because then she realized the gas was still built up inside and possibly growing. Shaking her head, she got herself into gear. Building up enough power, she started projecting it to surround the edges of where the smoke had reached. As quickly as she could, she started drawing it out towards her outside and without really meaning it, every single window in the building shattered into a million pieces.

The gas was everywhere by the looks of it and had reached every floor by the time she had gotten to it.

Behind, Sam protected her by taking on the remaining guards on the grounds. There were two of them left and they were hiding behind cars while taking the shots.

Wimps. Sam scoffed in his head because here he was, out in the open, while they were hiding behind a large object for projection. Having had enough of using his gun and seeing that there was no likely way that the two would come out and play, he quickly twisted around to where Wanda was standing and had his wings create a shield behind him. Looking down at the device wrapped around his wrist, he tapped on two little red dots before pressing a small button that said 'launch'.

Two small missiles shot out of his metal wings and hit the exact two spots the men had been hiding in, effectively eliminating them.

As soon as Wanda had assessed that all the gas was out of the building, she shot her arms up and the direction of the gas went straight up into the air like a funnel. She made sure to raise it as far as she could so it couldn't affect anyone from the ground level. There were townspeople to think about.

…

As Rumlow stepped out the third floor of the building and onto one of the balconies. He looked up and noticed the tornado of smoke. Under his mask, he smirked again but there was a bit of irritation in his hidden facial expressions, "They're here." He muttered to himself, but also to the two left behind him who had survived. He had wondered who was storming in on their operation.

This was going to be fun but it's a shame he's here on a mission.

…

Inside the building, Steve let out a puff of frustration, mirroring exactly how Bucky had been feeling for the past couple of weeks. The vial that was in the containment area was missing. It's a biological weapon, one that was now presumably in the hands of Rumlow, the former Hydra agent they needed to catch before any more life could be lost.

"Rumlow has a biological weapon," Bucky told everyone over the earpiece connection. He started following Steve out of the glass room as they headed towards a place the man could have escaped from.

…

"I'm on it," Natasha replied over the radio, the sound of a rumbling engine backing her voice. She was on a motorcycle, heading straight for the truck that was now being filled with the men in black uniforms. As she got closer, she made the bike make a sudden turn and dragged it towards the ground. Because of this, the bike eventually started sliding towards the truck, the engine still running so that the tires kept spinning.

The bike cut one of the men down before he even had a chance to realize what was happening.

Natasha got straight to work without any playtime. The men that were left standing started shooting at her, but somehow, much to their dismay, she seemed to have luck on her side because none of them seemed to touch her. Natasha threw an electrifying device at the one man she was running up to, sending him down as if she had tasered him with a high-voltage stun gun.

The soldiers went down one by one and each was going to leave today with a different brutal mark on their body. They tried to take the Black Widow down, but none succeeded, not even remotely close. Natasha had been on a roll until the last guy grabbed her hair and pulled her head back with a snap of his wrist. She grunted, feeling the pressure ringing her neck. Briefly, she looked up at the man who dared take her on but she noticed he wore different things to the other guys and suddenly, it clicked. She knew who this was.

Brock Rumlow.

She tried to fight him through the thick armor he wore but as she tried to finish him off just as she had with the others, using her electrifying bracelet to his neck – she was shocked to see that it hadn't worked. They were on top of the truck, facing each other face to face.

You could almost see the smirk playing on the man's face under that mask, "I don't work like that no more." He growled in a deep and deadly tone. He had once again grabbed her by the hair again after having lost his grip before. Not even giving her a second to make the next move, he shoved her downwards into the manhole, situated on top of the vehicle the men were supposed to be retreating out of.

Before Natasha could react, she only heard four more words until the hole closed behind her falling body.

"Fire in the hole."

Rumlow had dropped a grenade into the truck with her and the two men that were all seated and ready to go. They seemed to jump up in surprise when they saw this little ball drop, including Natasha. Their instincts kicked in immediately. They tried going for the hatch above, the one that had just been closed and locked from the outside, but Natasha was quicker in kicking them back, acting out on her own instincts. Within the last few seconds, before the grenade went off, she grabbed the second soldier and used him as a shield, just in time for the small explosion to go off.

Both men were either severely injured, or they were dead, Natasha wasn't too sure. All she could do was cough as the smoke traveled down her lungs. She was lying on the grass after having been blasted out of the back door of the truck. Knowing there was still the mission to complete, she started to get up on her hands and knees, still coughing to get some clear air back into her body.

…

Steve and Bucky ran out of one of the third floor's balcony's and looked over the side, hoping to see where Rumlow could have gone. Before they even got a chance to look, they suddenly saw a large gun pointed towards their direction from another truck that extended from the top.

A large grenade shot out of it, heading straight towards them.

They had just enough time to throw up their shield to protect themselves before the exploding device hit Steve's shield rather than Bucky's. They both went flying backward from the blast as it exploded on impact.

Bucky was the first to scramble to his feet, knowing that wouldn't be the only grenade being thrown at them today. He helped Steve up just before he heard the gun go off again. They moved out of the way just in time before another bomb blasted behind, narrowly missing them but the heat was terrible hot against their backs.

They had been sprinting for the stairs but the next thing they knew, another blast hit them from behind and because it was so close, the impact threw them off their feet and their bodies shot forwards. There was nothing to stop them as they deseeded out of the building itself, falling out of one of the previously broken windows.

Both experienced quite the tumble before they finally hit the pavement.

Painfully, they hit edges of lower level roofs during their decent. But finally, the concrete ground. "Ah, crap." Bucky grinded his teeth before starting to cough. The breath in his lungs having been punched out by the impact. "Now that hurt."

"Yeah, let's not try that again." Steve agreed with a pained groan, feeling a dull pain resonating from his left shoulder. He had landed on his side, without his shield protecting his bones from the fall. Knowing his mic was still on, he started speaking specifically to someone on the other side, "Sam, he's in an AFV heading north."

Bucky was the first to stumble to his feet, moving over to help his best friend out, "Come on," He held out a hand, placing his other on a bended knee. "We gotta get going and catch the bastard." Anger was clearly in his voice when he called the man a bastard.

He really didn't like Rumlow - not one bit.

…

Inside the moving truck that was trying hard to get out of town; Rumlow inserted the biological weapon into a small secure flask and handed it to one of the four people still left from his team. The lucky four who have survived so far during this mission.

"Take this to the airstrip." He instructed, knowing he wouldn't be following them after all. He had a debt to repay with either one of the two certain American heroes – Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. The two bastards that literally dropped a building on him and ruined his entire life and career. "We're not going to outrun them." He turned to the driver, "Lose the truck."

"Where are you going to meet us?"

"I'm not."

…

Sam caught up with the truck just a few seconds after it crashed into one of the fruit stands in town. There were stands all over the place, each selling different things from each other. It was like a market, and all the townspeople were there buying what they needed from just those specific places. They had no idea what was happening or what was about to happen around them.

He flew in and stood himself on top of a car. He used his specialized glasses to find the people they were looking for within the dense crowd. "There's six of them, they're splitting up." He found the targets, pairs each going separately different ways from each other.

...

Natasha had recovered from the blast at this point and was riding in on a stolen motorcycle in order to catch up with the truck. She knew exactly which where she was going because she saw two of the men heading left. "I got the ones on the left." She told Sam and the others, signaling them to go after the other four targets. She started jumping over obstacles and running past anything else that got in her way, trying to catch up to her own two runaways.

…

Bucky turned his head towards Steve as they ran side by side. They were also running through the market at this point in time, dodging both people and objects. "Steve, you go after the last two." He told him, "I've got Rumlow." Steve didn't argue and started receiving directions from Sam on whereabouts he should go.

…

Sam was flying, unlike the other who were running, to catch up with the two he had picked for chasing after.

…

Bucky had to barge through a multiple amount of people, but finally, he came across a small space where he saw gear littered across the ground. Parts of the accessories and uniform that he had seen Rumlow wearing. He started cursing to himself, thinking Rumlow had stripped down and taken off in another completely different direction.

"He ditched the gear," Bucky said out loud, not caring if anyone over the radio had heard or not. The next part he said was direct to the others because he knew Rumlow couldn't have had the biological weapon on him after all. They were playing a game of cat and mouse by the looks of it, and that pissed him off to no end. "It's a shell game now." He told them, "One of Rumlow's lackeys has the payload."

Suddenly, a clink sounded in the air and Bucky felt something attach itself to the shield he held by his side. Looking down, he quickly took notice in the fact that there was a ticking bomb now strapped to his shield, beeping away with a blinking red light. Everyone around him gasped in horror as the device appearing out of nowhere. Driving on reflexes, he did what needed to be done and threw the shield up into the air. He threw it high enough so that when it did go off, it didn't hurt anyone within the nearest vicinity.

People screamed as the small bomb went off and others just simply started to run away from the alarming sight.

Out of nowhere; Bucky suddenly found himself grunting as his body was punched forwards, by a force connecting hard with his back. He was thrown through a couple of the stands until he crashed to the ground with a pain ricocheting around his back muscles. His body rolled a couple of times before it finally came to a stop. He looked up from his position to see someone marching up to him with tense shoulders, and a guarded uniform still covering himself.

It was Rumlow – the man he had been looking for.

"There you are, you son of a bitch," Rumlow growled underneath the mask that was still covering his facial features. He re-activated another device on his hand, the one he had used to punch Bucky away with a single powerful punch. With the help of everything covering his body, he felt and looked more powerful than Bucky was. "I've been waiting for this."

This time, people around the area weren't sticking around to find out what was going to happen – they were all running away as fast as they could, adrenaline and fear coursing throughout their bodies.

Bucky couldn't get up in time before the next hit came at him. The next thing he knew, another solid punch was slammed into his face, throwing him even further away by a couple of meters. He crashed through several picnic tables and chairs on his way back to the ground level.

He could see Rumlow striding after him again.

This time, though, he was able to get out of the way just in time for the next attack to come. He rolled away and jumped to his feet, ignoring any pain he had gained during just this mission alone. Between the two men, they started throwing heavy punches, most of which Bucky did avoid before throwing his own.

Rumlow just seemed to enjoy egging the hero on as they continued.

"This is for dropping a building on my face," Rumlow said into Bucky's face at one point during the fight, before getting in another shot to the stomach.

Bucky barely heard it but he was sure Natasha's voice over the intercom had told everyone that she had the merchandise Rumlow had been trying to sell off to the highest bidder.

At one point, he ripped off one of the mechanical arms Rumlow had been using to beat him to a pulp. But, unfortunately, it didn't really do much good.

The criminal just activated the secondary arm that looked just as worse than the first because it had a long metal blade sticking out of it. Bucky narrowly missed it but did get in a nasty punch of his own – this caused Rumlow's body to fly this time and land on the ground with his own thump. The Lieutenant was breathing heavy at this point, feeling a little out of breath by the encounter, but was clearly nowhere near done with this fight if need be.

Bucky had reached Rumlow just as the man crawled up into a kneeling position. He also looking tired by the fight but he was still smiling as if there was a plan still running around in his head. Bucky grabbed onto the man's uniform, even as shock appeared in his features when he took in what Rumlow actually looked like underneath that hood. There was no mask covering his face anymore and everyone around can now see what he truly looked like and what past damage had been done to his face.

"I think I look pretty good, all things considered," Rumlow commented on his own appearance, smirking. It didn't really bother him anymore as much as it used to, especially since he was currently on a revenge streak as it was.

Bucky ignored the damage done to the man's face but didn't feel any remorse for technically causing it – the man deserved it as far as he was concerned. "Who's your buyer?" He questioned with a hard tone, wanting to know who would want a biological weapon and who would want to go to these great lengths to get it.

Rumlow started to laugh, but it wasn't one of just amusement, there was glee in it too, "You know, she knew you." He started, grinning like a maniac, "That lovely chick of yours - Avery." Bucky's face went still and so did the rest of his body. Rumlow enjoyed every bit of it. That man knew which spots to press in just the right way.

"What did you just say?" Bucky's tone started to turn deadly, leaving no room for messing around. When it came to anything with Ava, especially this time, he was not letting anyone get away if they knew something that may have happened to her. He tightened the grip around Rumlow's uniform even though the man didn't seem to struggle out of the hold, not one bit. He looked comfortable where he was on the ground, looking up at one of the American heroes.

"Oh, she's a pretty dame, isn't she?" Rumlow continued, wanting to hype up Bucky as much as he could. "She remembered you of course when they took her again. I was there. She got all weepy, pretty pathetic if you ask me." He tried to act serious, but there was that mad grin still forming on his lips, "They put her brain back into the blender and before they did, she wanted you to know something."

Bucky couldn't tell if he was telling the truth, but he prayed these words were all just rubbish. If he was telling the truth, it meant that Hydra had gotten their claws back into her, after everything she had been through in order to get away from them. It would have all meant nothing.

"She said to me…" Rumlow continued, playing through his words, "...Please tell Barnes, 'When you gotta go, you gotta go'…" At this point, his hand was slowly reaching for something attached to his side. His eyes finally narrowed as they stared up at Bucky, "And you're coming with me." He finally growled, showing off what he was really planning to do.

Bucky didn't even get a chance to realize what was happening until Rumlow pressed the button. He had a bomb attached to himself, wrapped around his entire body, underneath the uniform he wore. This was his plan all along. Bucky had thought he'd be going down with him as the blast set off, but something blocked him from getting hurt. A red mist suddenly appeared out of nowhere and covered Rumlow's entire exploding body with it – it formed around him like an egg that kept the blast contained within.

Rumlow hollowed in pain inside it, feeling the agonizing heat slowly burning away at his skin and melting down his organs. Bucky's head snapped behind him to see Wanda standing there, using her powers to keep the blast contained. She was struggling, though, you could see it on her face and the ways she was moving.

Wanda tried to control it, but it was too much, it was more powerful than anything she's had to contain before. She had meant to just throw Rumlow and the explosion up into the air but she completely forgot about one thing, there was a tall building just there – she tried to stop it, but it was too late.

BOOOM.

Everyone down below gasped in fright as the impact of the explosion hit several higher floors in the building, igniting a fire across three sections. Wanda herself stumbled back in horror, realizing what she had just done, what she had just caused. All those people. She thought with pain. Oh god, what have I done? She felt her eyes welling up with tears as a hand reached to cover her mouth.

Smoke started streaming out of the building and parts of it started falling to the ground. Everyone began screaming, running away again but even faster than when Bucky and Rumlow were fighting each other. They were racing away from Wanda, the one who had most likely ended many lives with just one action. Whether she meant to or not, it didn't matter to them.

"Oh, no." Bucky breathed to himself, staring up at the carnage they had created. He knew this wouldn't end well but he also knew it wasn't Wanda's complete fault. She's just a kid, and she had saved his life and the others on the ground. He just prayed that were either none or not many people that had been up in the blasted sections of the buildings, for everyone's sake.

Breathing heavy, he tapped the earpiece, "Sam…" He started, still staring upwards as the fire started to ravage through the three floors. Debris continued coming down in a steady stream. "… we need Fire and Rescue, on the south side of the building."

All they could do now is anything they could to minimize the damage that was caused and hope for the best.

X – Author's Note – X

Well, this is officially the start of the movie and I'm hoping it was worth the very long wait?

I actually do a lot of procrastinating when it comes to chapters with fighting scenes. I feel like I'm crap at them so it takes me longer to write them than I want to. It was just one of the multiple reasons why I haven't been able to get this chapter up months ago like I wanted.

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