Chapter Forty-Five:
Tyron knocked loudly on the door, waiting to be answered. Five minutes later, the door opened and Dr. Bek was on the other side. He looked slightly nervous and was surprised to see Tyron.
"You said you'd call," he said, almost accusatory.
"Tha' kinda fell through," Tyron said sheepishly, pulling his shattered phone out of his pocket. It was in his back pocket when Vision practically threw him.
"How'd you find me, then?" Dr. Bel asked, curiously.
"Phonebook," Tyron lied. Really, Clint had found his address by looking up his last name - there wasn't a lot of Francis Bekinghal's in the area, and especially those with his job title.
Tyron waved Rashaad over, who looked just as nervous. "'Ey, s'gonna be okay, a'ight?" Rashaad swallowed but nodded. Tyron looked at Dr. Bek. "Don' let 'im out of th' house. Make sure he stays away from windows. Don' take 'im to school either, they'll recognize 'im."
"What about you?" Dr. Bek asked, "Where are you going?"
Tyron made a face, then he heard Wanda in his head, urging him to hurry up. They went to go pick up the other guy while he dropped Rashaad off. They were on their way now.
"I... Can't tell ya tha'," Tyron said. "All I can say s'tha' nobody's gonna 'urt ya. I... I don' know how long I'll be gone, but m'gonna come back, a'ight? Jus' keep 'im safe, please."
"You could stay here too," Dr. Bek offered. "It wouldn't matter much to us."
Tyron gave a small smile, wishing that were the case. "I gotta go, Doc. Thanks for everythin'." Tyron gave Rashaad one last firm hug. Rashaad took Tyron's hand, placing a Lego man in it. He had coloured it silver, and wrote a big T on it's chest.
Tyron chuckled, rubbing his hair. "I'll see ya later, kid." Tyron promised, putting the man securely in his pocket. Rashaad nodded and Tyron finally left, heading downstairs with the others.
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The plane ride was long and exhausting. Tyron spent most of it sleeping. The other half, he drew and talked to the guy Clint went to go pick up. He said his name was Scott Lang, but his alias was Ant-Man. When Tyron asked him about it, he just grinned.
He began to go on a rant about how the suit worked, which involved a lot of science - something that was quite unpopular to him, according to his GPA. The jist of it was that he could shrink to the size of about an inch tall, which was impressive.
After the jet landed, they hijacked a van and began to drive. Tyron and Scott were dead asleep as Clint drove, seemingly unaffected by the time changes.
Tyron, who had been precariously balanced on a row of seats jumped when the door swung open. He was out of the seat and fell, slamming his forehead into the metal flooring.
"Fuck!" Tyron groaned, sitting up groggily and rubbing his head.
"Language." Tyron turned sharply to see Steve standing outside the door. Tyron grinned, "Hey, Tyron."
"'Ey! I saw wha' happened on the news." Beside Steve was Sam and a man Tyron recognized as James Barnes.
Scott, who had also woken up with a shock, scrambled to get up and began shaking Steve hand. "Captain America."
"Mr. Lang," Steve replied, but Scott had already began to talk, his mouth going a mile a minute.
"It's an honour. I'm shaking your hand too long. Wow! This is awesome! Captain America." He turned, letting go, and seemed to notice Wanda for the first time, even though she had been travelling with them. "Hey, I know you. You're great."
Scott turned back to Steve and felt his broad shoulders. Tyron turned away, barely keeping a snort in. "Jeez. Ah, look, I wanna say, I know you know a lot of super people, so... Thanks for thanking of me." He looked at Sam, "Hey, man!"
"What's up, Tic-Tac?" Sam replied.
"Uh, good to see you," Scott suddenly looked nervous. "Look, what happened last time when I..." He trailed off and Sam raised a hand to stop him.
"It was a great audition, but it'll... it'll never happen again," Sam deadpanned. He looked at Tyron, noticing that nobody else was coming out of the car. "Where's Rashaad?"
"Safe," Tyron replied, and he nodded.
"They tell you what we're up against?" Steve asked Scott, who gave a more serious, but confused and curious at the same time.
"Something about some... psycho-assassins?" Scott asked, raising an eyebrow.
"We're outside the law on this one. So, if you come with us, you're a wanted man," Tyron gave a light scoff. Why is he just now telling him this?
"Yeah, well, what else is new?" Scott asked, unconcerned.
"We should get moving," James said, and Tyron glanced around, as if Tony would come flying through any second now. However, instead of a flying metal suit coming through, a broadcast aired overhead. It, however, was in german, and they spoke too fast for Tyron to even guess at what it meant. The Winter Soldier seemed to understand and said, "They're evacuating the airport."
"Stark," Sam said with a hint of annoyance, and Scott rose an eyebrow, as if they hadn't just told him what he was signing up for.
"Stark?" He said and Steve gave a firm nod.
"Suit up."
Everyone flew into action, getting themselves ready to go and fight. Tyron looked a bit uneasy and glanced at Clint, "'Ey, Clint?" The man looked up. He was already suited and ready, so he didn't have to get dressed. "Do ya need this van?"
"Go ahead," Clint said with a wave of his hand, but Scott looked a bit confused.
"What are you going to use the van―?" He cut himself off, watching as Tyron placed a bare hand on the vehicle and rapidly absorbed it. The metal crawled up his skin and around his body, and in minutes, his arms and his lower face was made of metal. "Holy shit." Scott said, staring at Tyron as he rolled his shoulders.
"You're not going to take all of it?" Clint asked curiously.
"If I do, there'll be too much in m'system," Tyron explained. "Can I 'ave a gun?" James heard this, and tossed him a hand gun. Tyron nodded, "Thanks."
Within a few minutes, the entire group was armed and ready to fight. Tyron particularly enjoyed Scott's uniform and was even more amused when he shrunk to a nearly unrecognizable size. He was safely tucked along the interior of Steve's shield as Steve told him the plan and they all got into place.
Tyron stayed inside the terminal with Sam and Bucky. He was tasked with protecting the two. If any of the others came after either of them, his mutation was best equipped in order to deal with them. Tyron had to agree ― it was harder to kill him opposed to the Winter Soldier or Sam ― but he wasn't particularly keen at getting shot at either.
Steve was talking with Tony and the others, but since his earpiece only really picked up on Steve's words and no one elses, if was rather one sided and more of a distraction. Tyron tuned out his words, running up a flight of stairs.
Tyron and the two men ran, getting around the now empty building. It they got to James or if they didn't get out of the country soon enough and into Siberia, then all would be lost, and the other five 'Winter Soldiers' on standby could, and would, potentially destroy the world.
Tyron kept running, sometimes touching the metal bars around him, shifting the metal into his torso. If a bullet hit him, it wouldn't hurt as bad.
Suddenly, something in red crawled along the wall outside of the glass building. "What the hell is that?" James demanded, shocked.
"Everybody's got a gimmick now," Sam grumbled.
The red blur swung through a glass wall, kicking Sam in the face. Tyron stopped, throwing up his hands to stop the glass from entering his eyes. James threw a punch, but he caught it effortlessly in his hands.
"You have a metal arm? That is awesome, dude!" Tyron blanked, almost recognizing the voice. Sam jumped back into action, flying as he took the boy away.
"C'mon," Tyron said and the two began to run, as Sam fought the boy in the air. The boy jumped from rafter to rafter. James grabbed a metal sign at him. "Wait," he said, and touched it with his hand, fusing a thick bind to it. "Now go." Tyron grabbed his gun and shot at the roof, as Bucky threw the sign.
Tyron propelled forward, forcing himself with the sign and the metal from the bullet to propel forward. The boy caught it, but it didn't matter. Tyron grabbed his ankle and jumped, just as he threw the sign back at James effortlessly.
Tyron dragged him down just as Sam kicked him. He went flying, but righted himself, sending a white string to another rafter, and shooting one at Sam's thruster.
Sam crashed to the floor as Tyron jumped down, his grip slipping. He slowed his fall on a nearby pillar, but the boy shot his hands. Keeping him there, no matter how hard he pulled.
Sam began to pull himself up on the balcony, but he shot the white stuff at that too. "Those wings carbon fiber?" He asked curiously.
Sam made a face at the white gunk on his wrists. "Is this stuff coming out of you?" He asked, incredulously.
"That would explain the rigidity-flexibility ratio, which, gotta say, that's awesome, man," he continued and Tyron paled. That was Peter. As soon as he got out of this, he was going to kick his scrawny, pale ass!
"I don't know if you've been a fight before but there's usually not this much talking," Sam growled, annoyed.
"All right. Sorry. My bad," he swung down, ready to send Sam flying, but James jumped in front of him. He was probably planning on catching the boy, but instead they both ended up on the ground about ten feet below. The boy landed on another structure and secured them to the floor.
"Guys, look. I'd love to keep this up but I've only got one job here today and I gotta impress Mr. Stark, so, I'm really sorry-" his unnecessary words were cut short by Sam's little flying robot attaching itself to his wrist and taking him through the glass. There was a loud smack as he hit the metal pillar and then a rather undignified yelp as he fell to the ground.
Tyron focused on getting his hands released as the two men griped at each other. He forced his hand into a knife and eventually cut through the sticky web. He did the same on the other hand, then fell to the ground with a thump.
Tyron raced down the steps, his hand a long serrated blade as he cut through the webbing on James' metal arm. "How are you doing that?" The man asked curiously, looking at Tyron's now metal skin.
"M'a mutant," Tyron replied honestly, helping the man up. He went to Sam, and made a small face as he examined the webs, definitely not wanting to cut his hand.
Sam got the same idea and frowned skeptically. "If you filet my skin with that long-ass knife-hand, you'll feel my foot up your ass," he grumbled and Tyron snorted, making it significantly smaller for his expense.
Carefully, Tyron cut the webbing away, managing to not once scrape the man. He shook the rest off, rubbing it on his pants and muttering about Tony and recruiting kids.
"We've found the jet," Clint said through the earpiece. They nodded to each other and began to run, making it outside as they raced across the run away, somehow managing to fall in line with the others.
Tyron could see the jet across the runaway, but they were skidded to a stop when the a long, intimidating line was drawn between them.
Vision was overhead, hovering almost angelically above them. Tyron was almost surprised he didn't come sooner. "Captain Rogers," he said, coming to the ground as he spoke. "I know you believe what you're doing is right. But for the collective good you must surrender now." Tony's team arrived, barring them the quinjet.
"What do we do, Cap?" Sam asked, glancing at Steve. He began to walk and the others followed his lead.
"We fight." Nobody argued this as both sides walked, and then began to sprint at each other.
When they were merely feet apart, they clashed and utter chaos ensued.