"I'm not sure you understand what a getaway car is." Sharon said, raising her eyes at the car Steve had just climbed out of.
"It's low profile." Steve defended. Percy shook his head at him as he almost tripped getting out.
"It may be but it's a tight squeeze." He said, stretching his arms and legs.
"Hope you have enough room for this stuff. It tends to draw a crowd." Sharon smirked and popped open her trunk, revealing Steve and Sam's suits. Percy grabbed the stuff and threw it in their car while Steve thanks Peggy's niece.
"Thank you Sharon. I owe you" Steve said. He looked at her, noticing all the similarities she had to Peggy. Sharon glanced behind him at Sam and Bucky bickering in the car while Percy walked back up to the pair.
"I'm starting a list. You know, he tried to kill me." She commented, no real heat in her voice. Percy laughed and shrugged.
"He tried to kill all of us." He told her.
"They'll come looking for you." Steve told her, his voice sounding concerned as someone would be for a sibling. (AN: Sorry. I don't like that ship. It's his dead ex-girlfriends niece.)
"You don't think I can protect myself?" Sharon asked. Steve chuckled and shook his head.
"I know you can." Steve said softly. Percy out his hand on Steve's shoulder.
"C'mon. We gotta go meet Clint and Wanda." Percy muttered and walked towards the car, climbing in the back beside Bucky. Steve thanked Sharon one last time and walked back to the car, watching her drive away.
"Cap." Clint nodded as he saw the four climb out of their car. Bucky leaned on the roof of the car, watching the others from a distance.
"You know I wouldn't have called you if I had any other choice." Steve started, his voice apologetic. Clint held a hand out, shaking his head.
"Hey man, you're doing me a favor. Besides... I'm on your team. Thanks for having my back." Clint answered, grinning. Percy looked at Wanda with a raised eyebrow.
"Thought Tony confined you to the Compound." He asked. Wanda smiled.
"It was time to get off my ass." She told him, her sokovian accent slipping into her words.
"How's our other recruit?" Percy asked, turning to Clint.
"He's raring to go. I had to put a little coffee in him, but he should be good." Clint answered, tapping the white van's door with his fist. The sliding door opened to reveal a young looking man sleeping, using his arm as a pillow. He jumped as Clint opened the door and climbed out, blinking in the light.
"What time zone is this?" Scott asked rubbing his eyes and stretching.
"Come one, come one." Clint muttered as he pulled Scott out of the van.
"Captain America." Scott said, awe and disbelief evident in his voice. Steve internally sighed.
"Mr. Lang." He said, shaking the man's hand.
"It's an honor. I'm shaking your hand too long. Wow. This is awesome. Captain America. I know you too, you're great." The eager man said, turning to Wanda. Wanda smiled and Percy chuckled. "Jeez. Look, I wanted to say. I know you know a lot of super people, so... Thanks for thinking of me. Hey, man." Scott finished turning to Sam.
"What's up tic-tac?" Sam chuckled.
"Look man about what happened last time it was a…" Scott stated rubbing the back of his head, slightly embarrassed.
"It was a great audition but it will never happen again." Sam chuckled. Percy and Scott looked at him confused. The demigod shook his head and turned to older man, a slight serious and humorous expression on his face.
"Did the birdy over here tell you what we're up against?" He asked, sticking his tongue at Sam's protests.
"Something about psycho assassins?" Scott asked, rubbing a hand over his face. Percy chuckled and let Steve take over.
"We're outside the law on this one. So, if you come with us, you're a wanted man." Steve said, his face serious.
"Yeah well what else is knew." Scott said indifferently while Percy laughed quietly.
"We should get going!" Bucky called to the group. Clint turned to Steve.
"I've got a chopper lined up." He told him.
"They're evacuating the airport." Bucky said, cursing under his breath.
"Tony." Percy said softly. He grabbed his pen and tossed it from hand to hand. The teen pressed a button on his watch, expanding it into a celestial bronze shield, suddenly more grateful for Tyson making him a new one.
"Stark?" Scott asked, looking a bit confused. Steve looked over the group of assembled misfits. No, heroes. He looked at Sam and Bucky, his best friends. Wanda and Percy, the youngest, but some of the most powerful and kind. Scott the eager new recruit, and Clint, the man who had come out of retirement, left his family to help him.
"Suit up."