I'M SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK FOREVER.

So I don't own any existing Marvel characters.

I saw Civil War today. I cried once. SO MANY FEEEELS. If you go see it, there are TWO ending scenes, one where it usually is and one AFTER all of the credits. YOU MUST STAY FOR BOTH.

HERE WE GO.

Willow checks the typed coordinates on the paper. "Huh, that's not too far from here." She muses, heading into the house. "Papa, Dad! I'm heading out for a while, if I don't come home for dinner, call me!" She calls, finding her papa in the kitchen.

"Bye, sweetheart, I'll tell Dad for you, okay?" He asks, and she nods.

"Thanks Papa, love you!" Willow calls as she enters the garage. She folds up her suit using the amazing power of science, slips her riding gear on and hops on her trusty bike, attaching the briefcase to the back. She heads out of her garage, speaking into her helmet. "A.R.I.A. what building is the coordinates referencing to?" She asks her AI, whom she had created along with the suit.

"That would be 66 Sixth Street, Dubs." A.R.I.A responds in her typical teenage manner.

"Excellent."

Across the country, Hunter finds himself flying Jet Blue to New York City. He stared at the briefcase, wondering what was in it. "Excuse me, this seat taken?" A man asks, and Hunter looks up.

"No, it's open." Hunter replies, flipping over his briefcase.

"Mind if I?" the man asks and Hunter shakes his head. The man sits down and Hunter gets a good look at him. Blond hair, blue eyes darting around, rather fidgety… Captain America?

"You okay?" Hunter wonders, and the man he assumes to be Cap turns to face him. "You look like you're expecting someone to attack you or something."

"Oh, I'm fine, thanks for asking. It's been a long time since I've been on a plane, I guess I'm just nervous." Cap-man responds. "And you? You look a bit young to be traveling by yourself."

"Yeah, I just got a new job in the city." Hunter answers, feeling pretty guilty for half-lying to the man. "The name's Hunter. Hunter Pace."

"Steve Rogers, a pleasure to meet you, Hunter." Steve replies.

They continue to chat until the plane lands three hours later in LaGuardia airport. "Bye Hunter, I hope to see you again." Steve smiles.

"I have a feeling we will." Hunter nods and departs for the coordinates.

In Norway, Aida's mother Lejla receives a letter as well.

"Lejla,

I am sorry for not writing sooner. All will be explained in time. A flying machine will come to pick up Aida soon, and you have to let her go.

Please trust me.

-Dishonor Not"

"Aida, come here please!" Lejla calls, holding her six month old son Toma, and her daughter comes skipping into the kitchen.

"Yes, Mama?" Aida asks, pushing her glasses up.

"Some people are going to come for you soon, in a flying ship. You will have to go with them, okay sweetie?" Lejla explains and Aida nods.

"I got a letter from a Mr. Agent Coulson telling me. I'll miss you, Mommy, but I'll write every day." Aida hugged her mother.

A loud whirring sound splits the night air and Lejla, Toma and Aida rush outside to find out what it is. A Quinjet lands outside of their house in the middle of nowhere, and a woman with her hair pulled into a bun steps out. "Hello Mrs. Ulvestad. I take it this is Aida?" She asks, looking down at the beaming girl.

"Yes. I presume you are Agent Hill?" Lejla asks, crossing her arms.

"Yes, that's right. I've come to take Aida to the coordinates on her letter." Hill replies, bending down to Aida's level. "Hello Aida, I'm Agent Hill, but you can call me Maria. I've come to help you realize your potential, who you were meant to be." Aida smiles.

"I know, Miss. Maria." Aida replies, looking up at her.

Hill smiles and leads Aida onto the Quinjet.

"Bye Mama! Bye Toma!" Aida calls and Lejla waves, prompting the baby to wave as well.

"Set course for 66 Sixth."

Yukio Nakayama walks into the airport uneasily, looking around every few seconds as if he's being followed. He hastily checks his suitcase and boards the plane, glaring at anyone who looks at him funny.

As he sits down in his seat, a short redheaded woman takes the seat next to him. "You seem tense." She remarks and says nothing else.

"Yes. I am going to America for the first time." He nods in affirmation. The redhead nods.

They don't speak for the first half of the thirteen-hour plane ride. Yukio fidgets with his hands and a kunai slides into his hand from his sleeve with ease. The redhead looks at the kunai and shrugs. "Does the flight attendant know you have that?" She whispers, and Yukio glares at her.

"I do not suppose that he knows about the knives in your boots either." Yukio states. The redhead's eyes marginally widen.

"You're good. Almost too good. Natalie Romano." The redhead, Natalie, holds out a hand.

"Nakayama Yukio." He hesitantly takes her hand. The two exchange brief words about why the other has the weapons that they had.

"I'd love to tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." Is Natalie's response.

Yukio chuckles. "No disrespect, Romano-san, but I would like to see you try." Natalie allows herself a smirk.

"I like your spunk, kid." Natalie remarks as she departs from the plane. "Maybe we'll meet again."

"I have a feeling that it will be sooner than you think, Romano-san."

Yukio slides his kunai back into his sleeve and disembarks on his journey.

Angelique Sanchez runs from the lab, old coat on, carrying her books and her backpack. 'Run. Run and never look back.' The words ring loudly in her head, repeating with each pounding footstep. She runs to the nearest taxi and hands the driver some money. "Airport" is all she says and the driver floors it, sending gray fumes into the air.

As the cab pulls into the airport drop-off, Angelique rushes in and speed-walks over to the ticket machine. She purchases a ticket and gets on the plane as soon as her group begins boarding. She takes her seat and can feel nervous tension coming off of the man next to her, whom she found engrossed in a book on biochemistry.

A stray hair tickles her nose and she sneezes, causing the man to jolt in his seat. "Bless you." He manages to speak after gripping his book so tightly his knuckles turn white.

"Thank you." She takes a closer look at the man. "Díos mio, you're Doctor Banner. I'm a huge fan of your work in biochemistry." Angelique begins talking out of sheer nervousness.

Doctor Banner blushes and closes his book. "It's nice to see someone who appreciates science. Are you headed to New York as well, miss?" He asks, looking Angelique in her dark brown eyes.

"Angelique Sanchez. Ah, yes… an ECE chemistry program." Angelique instantly feels bad for lying to her biggest hero and inspiration. "I'm kind of nervous…"

"Well, I'm sure you'll do well." A few hours later, the two bid each other farewell and go their separate ways.

Chris Dare gets up slowly from his bed, a blanket wrapped loosely around him. Sweat rolls down his face as he stumbles down the hall, desperately clutching the briefcase in his hands. "Mom…? I have to… go." He coughs a bit and his mom is by his side.

"Sweetie… where did you get that?" Aurelia Dare asks her son, helping him over to the couch and and eyeing the suitcase warily.

"My room… it just… appeared." He explains, sitting down and looking up at his mom with fever-bright eyes. "Mom… did you… did you know?"

Aurelia sighs. "Yes. Your great uncle was in World War II with Captain America and Howard Stark… I knew something like this would happen eventually. Everybody he knew called him Jarvis." She explains.

Chris nods in acknowledgement of the information. "So, your father and I just knew it was going to be a matter of time before you'd get sucked into something. S.H.I.E.L.D. is coming to get you tomorrow. I've packed your bags already."

Chris nods and heads back to his room.

The six individuals were all heading to the same location…