Okay, so I wanted this chapter to be longer. But it isn't. I think it's still readable, and that's what counts, right?

Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean

"All right, Vision, you're up." Steve had taken Natasha, Vision, and Wanda (begrudgingly) out in another Quinjet to confront the would-be attackers before they got to Genosha. The island of Genosha was, on a whole, not a friendly place to be and it harbored lots of people like those mercenaries.

Vision phased out of the Quinjet, leaving not a scratch. He floated towards where the enemy jet was flying and fired a beam of energy from the Mind Gem to get their attention. The beam struck one of the wings, causing a fire to occur. The jet turned itself around and began firing on Vision. However, even at several hundred rounds a minute, the bullets did nothing to the synthetic android, passing through his body harmlessly.

"Surrender now," said Vision loud enough so that Forson could hear him, "and no one will be harmed."

A middle finger, from who appeared to be Forson, emerged. The minigun began firing on Steve's jet, in an attempt to bring it down. Vision went for the minigun and tore it off, but a good number of bullets hit their mark.

Steve and Natasha struggled to keep their jet in the air. A number of flashing warnings had come up, and the jet was slowly losing elevation. Wanda, for her part, began to attempt to keep the jet up by herself. It required all of her mental telepathy, but eventually she got the Quinjet stabilized at a point. Steve got out of the pilot's seat to check on her.

"You think you can handle this?" he asked her. Despite her protests, he still was going to keep her in his range at all times and places.

"Yes, Steve, I can. Just get Vision to take them down."

"Already on it," replied Natasha, speaking while ordering Vision to attack again. The android disliked conflict, but he'd grown attached to the team and would do anything to keep them from harm.

Vision phased through the glass of the enemy Quinjet, and was able to grab Andrew Forson with little effort. Forson screamed as he was grabbed through the glass and hoisted up in the air.

"Tell your men to stand down or I will have little choice to use you as a human shield when they fire again," the android said coldly.

Forson looked around in terror, then finally said "Alright, I'll do it. Neptune, Charon? Land the jet somewhere. This isn't worth fighting over."

"But boss-"

"None of that shit. I prefer living."

Fifteen minutes and an abandoned beach later, Forson, Neptune, and Charon were all captured and placed flat on the floor. Steve thought it to be suspicious, but as long as he and his team were out of danger, he was fine with it.

"Time for prison, pals. Was going after Wanda really worth it anyhow?" asked Steve.

"Maybe, maybe not," was Neptune's reply. "If we'd taken the offer from Mr. Lensherr to get his daughter back-"

"Can it!" snapped Forson.

"Daughter?" asked Wanda, sensing that the two were talking about her. "My father is no longer alive."

Forson laughed. "I wouldn't have brought it up, but what the hell. You really think that you and your twin brother survived Strucker's tests by sheer willpower alone? Wrong. You were born different."

"My parents were Sokovian Roma."

"So you thought. But you were dropped off at their home by Erik Lensherr. He only wanted what was best for you."

"Look," said Charon, who seemed annoyed, "this is fun and all, but can we switch to Plan B yet?"

"Ah yes, Plan B."

And then it happened.

The Quinjet that belonged to Forson and his men exploded in several fireballs. While the four Avengers there all braced themselves. Forson got up and pulled out a small pistol. He aimed it at Natasha Romanoff, the closest target. He knew it was near-suicide, but if he was going to be killed or captured, he wanted at least one kill on his record for it.

Wanda, however, saw the gun come out. Without thinking, she pushed Natasha away –and in the process, exposed herself to attack. The bullet entered just below her shoulder, and she fell back, cringing in pain.

"NO!" Steve was quick to punch Forson as hard as he possibly could, knocking the AIM leader to the ground. The two mercenaries attempted to get out their own weapons, but Vision swiftly knocked both of them back on their feet, and pinned them to the ground once more.

After beating Forson to a pulp, Steve rushed to check on Wanda. The blood was oozing out of the exit wound, and she was fading into unconsciousness fast. Steve grabbed her hand and squeezed it hard. "You're going to be alright Wanda. Just hang in there."

"I'm trying… Cap." Her voice was weak, but she still managed to evict a small smile.

That got a smile from Steve as well. "The bullet went through clean, thank God. Do you need something for the pain?"

"I don't…" She groaned again, as if something had just stung her. "Ok, maybe I do."

"Here's some morphine." Steve quickly injected a shot of morphine in Wanda's arm, and she relaxed before passing out. That being taken care of, Steve went back to beating up Forson.

"Listen to me. I'll bet you thought that was really smart of you. You're wrong, and you're going to find out just how wrong you were. But first I suspect you'll bleed. A lot."

Forson spit out some blood in his mouth. "Go ahead, Do your worst."

In other news, I'm starting college this week. That means I'll only be posting stuff maybe 2-3 times a week. This work has one more chapter, and from there you can read Enemy of the Nation to follow. It features both Punisher/Maria as well as Steve/Wanda and focuses on Civil War, so I hope you'll enjoy.

-Jokerang