(Guys I am editing the Chapters with Spidey/Peter because I just realized that they wouldn't work with the Civil War story line. So Peter will no longer be in this until Tony recruits him or the Airport battle. Some scenes I will be skipping because Percy isn't in them.)
Steve and Percy, and Sam were in a hotel with Sharon, talking. Well, more like Sharon and Steve were talking with Sam and Percy standing in the background awkwardly.
"My mom tried to talk me on enlisting, but... not aunt Peggy. She bought me my first knife holster." Sharon said, with a faint smile playing on her lips.
"Very practical." Steve said, nodding.
"And stylish." Sharon added, chuckling a bit.
"CIA has you stationed over here now?" Steve questioned, his eyes glittering.
"In Berlin, joint terrorist and task force." The niece of Peggy answered.
"Right. Sounds fun." Steve nodded. Percy was in the background his fingers tapping his leg, jacket, or Riptide. Sam was whispering to him, trying to get him to stop fidgeting. Steve glanced over and smiled, happy the pair was getting along. He turned back to Sharon, hearing her chipper tone.
"I know, right?" She said, slightly excited.
"I've been meaning to ask you. When you were spying on me from across the hall…" He started but Sharon cut him off.
"You mean when I was doing my job?" She corrected pointedly, smirking. Steve chuckled and shook his head. He stared at Sam and Percy for a moment before looking away.
"Did Peggy know?" He asked, staring down at the table. Sharon pursed her lips and looked anywhere but Steve. Percy put his hands behind his head.
"She kept so many secrets. I didn't want her to have to keep one from you." She explained sadly. Then noticing they were at an elevator, thanked the trio.
"Thanks for walking me back." She said. Percy glanced up at a television, looked away, then almost got whiplash looking back at it. He nudged Sam who in turned called to Steve.
"Steve. There's something you gotta see." Sam said, never taking his eyes of the news report. Steve and Sharon rushed over to see a blurred picture on screen with words rolling across the bottom.
"A bomb hidden in a news van blast through the UN building in Vienna. Who's coordinating? More than 70 people have been injured. At least 12 are dead. Including Wakanda's King T'Chaka. Officials have released a video of a suspect, identified as James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter soldier. The infamous HYDRA agent, linked to numerous acts of terrorism and political assassinations." The four stared at the blurred picture of 'James Buchanan Barnes' until Sharon broke the silence.
"I have to go to work." She said, grabbing her stuff and rushing out the door.
Steve and Percy stood across the street, watching as EMT's rushed in and out of the building. Natasha sat down on a bench next to T'Challa, whose father had been killed in the explosion.
"I'm very sorry." She started after a moment's hesitation.
"In my culture, death, is not the end. It's more of a... stepping off point. You reach out with both hands and bask in sunlight. They lead you into the green valley where you can run forever." T'Challa said, without turning to look at her.
"That sounds very peaceful." Natasha tried, in hopes of getting his spirits up.
"My father though do. I am not my father." He answered, turning his head to look at Natasha.
"T'Challa, task force will decide who brings in Barnes." She said.
"Don't bother, Miss. Romanoff. I'll kill him myself." T'Challa responded, grunting as he stood up and walked away. Natasha watched him until she felt a buzz in her pocket. The former Russian pulled the phone out and swipe dup on the screen, answering the call.
"Are you alright?" Two male voices asked, filled with concern. Natasha chuckled.
"Ah, yeah, thanks. I got lucky. I know how much Barnes mean to you. I really do. Stay at home. You'll only make this worse for all of us. Please." Natasha pleaded to Steve, Percy shaking his head at the phone.
"Are you saying you'll arrest him?" Percy asked her, his voice tinted with mirth. Natasha listened to the teen speak, noticing sirens in the background. She glanced around, seeing if she could spot them. Failing to see them, she returned to the call.
"No. Someone will, if you interfere. That's how it works now." Natasha said, a pleading undertone barely detectable in her voice.
"If he's this far gone, then... I should be the one to bring him in." Steve said. A worried look came over her face as she asked one word.
"Why?"
"Because he's the one leat likely to die trying." Percy answered for Steve. Natasha opened her mouth to say more when a beep signaled teh phone call had been ended. Natasha curse quietly and she sank onto the bench.