"Are you sure this is where he said to meet us? This place seems really shady."

Peter groaned.

"Of course it is, Jess. What'd you expect? It's not like we could've met up for coffee at the local Dunkin Donuts."

"Still—I don't know—this warehouse seems a little—"

"Smelly?"

"Not what I was going to say but that is true. What on Earth are they storing in here?"

"Fishing gear and bait and stuff like that. This is Boston, after all. Seafood is our specialty."

"I'm not sure I'll ever want to eat seafood again after this."

The warehouse they were to meet Steve in was far from empty . . . As far as Peter could tell, it was still in use. There were shelfs covered in large wooden boxes, which he could only assume were filled with everything a fisherman could possibly want. And it did smell. When he first stepped into the building, he almost gagged. His brain immediately searched for an excuse to tell Tony when he asked if they didn't have to eat seafood at HQ anymore. Tony was an enormous seafood fan and since he had the money to buy it with, the Avengers constantly found themselves eating fish, clams, squid, seaweed and other weird concoctions from the bottom of the ocean.

"Steve should be here by now," Jessica huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Since they were so near Boston Harbor, it was really chilly. The closer they had gotten to the water, the faster the wind blew and colder the temperature became. Jessica stuffed her hands inside of her hoodie pocket and shivered. She looked over at Peter, who was wandering around the warehouse, looking for a sign of Steve. He didn't seem very cold or just chose not to show it. Jessica shook her head and smiled. Peter was far from perfect, but his dedication and passion to their mission was extremely admirable.

"You're right," Peter finally answered "He should be here by now."

He turned around, a frown plastered on his face.

"Maybe he ditched," Jessica suggested "Because he thought you were trying to bring him in."

"Ugh!"

Peter stomped his foot impatiently and then ran his fingers through his hair.

"This is important! He needs to show up!"

"Maybe he got held up. It's probably hard for him to get here, since we're in a big city and all."

"He could've picked another location."

"Let's wait. He'll get here when he gets here."

She gestured to two overturned gallon buckets and sat down on one. Peter sighed and walked over to her. After he sat down, he looked up at the ceiling of the warehouse.

"It's pretty far up, huh?" he stated dumbly.

"I guess so."

After that, they said nothing. There wasn't much to say. Sure, maybe they could have talked about something, but the issue at hand weighed heavily on both of them to the point that talking about anything else seemed pointless. It was mind-consuming.

The silence was still unbearable.

Seconds dribbled into minutes and minutes spread themselves out into mini eternities.

Peter glanced at Jessica, who was rubbing her hands together to warm up her shaking fingers.

"You okay?"

Before she could respond, a loud cry sounded through the warehouse.

Peter and Jessica jumped to their feet and ran to the noise. When they reached the far side of the warehouse, they saw a man, standing under what appeared to be a leak through the ceiling. Not much was coming through . . . Only a few drops. Still, the man's dark brown hair was completely wet. He looked up at Peter and Jessica, his blue eyes twinkling.

"You guys don't have a towel or anything, do ya?"

"Um, no?" Jessica said slowly.

"Eh, oh well."

The man then pointed up to the ceiling.

"It's really coming down through that crack, huh? Or—well—it was. It seemed like a torrent when I was—smaller."

"I know you," Peter exclaimed, taking a few steps forward "You're the Ant Man."

"Wow! Someone actually knows who I am!"

He smiled and extended a hand.

"I'm Scott. Scott Lang."

As he stepped closer to great Peter, they could see he was wearing a red and silvery suit. There appeared to be a hood or a helmet or sorts, but it hung down his back. Jessica deduced that when he took his hood off, he walked under the leak and got his head wet.

"Peter Parker," Peter said slowly "And this is my friend, Jessica Drew."

"You guys are the Spider Twins, then? That's pretty cool, huh?"

"Oh and . . . No hard feelings about the airport thing, right?" Peter asked slowly.

"Can't be mad about that. It was pretty epic."

The three of them stood around, smiling awkwardly for a few seconds until Scott laughed.

"I forgot. I was supposed to scout out the area to make sure you two weren't working in some crazy ass scheme to bring the Captain in to custody. Shrinking down can seem a little lame but it's actually helpful sometimes."

"So Captain Rogers is here?" Peter asked.

"Yeah. He's right outside."

Scott reached up and touched his ear.

"Captain Rogers, you are clear to come in."

Scott smiled and wiggled his eyebrows in a similar fashion to the class clown at Peter's school. He lifted his finger from his ear and turned to look at the enormous sliding doors that Peter and Jessica had come through. They opened slowly, clanking softly as they went. As the light seeped through the door, the dark form of a figure walked through. As the figure came closer and closer, his features were easier to see. It was the same man from Uncle Ben's grave . . . Tall, broad shouldered and muscular with short strands of golden hair tucked under a baseball cap. A pair of glasses were perched on his nose to serve as a disguise along with his torn blue jeans and navy blue flannel shirt. His lips were pressed in a hard line and even though he had the Super Soldier Serum within him, small stress lines appeared around his intelligent greenish-blue eyes. His hands were casually tucked into his pockets and he seemed unbothered by the gust of cold wind that circled through the warehouse.

Jessica gaped. She wasn't sure what else to do. Pictures of the man did not do justice for he seemed a million times stronger and—well—indescribable than she imagined. Peter tensed up, unsure of how this vital conversation would go. He couldn't imagine it going perfectly. After all, it was constructed on madness. However, he cleared his throat and tried to stand up straight so that the super soldier would not pick up on the intense feeling of fear settling on his shoulders.

"Uh, hi!" Peter said awkwardly.

He extended his hand, which the older man shook.

"I—I'm Peter. It's good to see you again."

"It's been awhile, hasn't it?" Steve replied "I hope you haven't forgotten what I told you the last time we met."

"Never. And you were right. It worked."

Steve smiled.

"This is my friend, Jessica Drew," Peter said, turning to Jessica "She's Rhodey's step-daughter."

She waved and smiled. Steve nodded politely, then turned to Scott and asked him to leave.

"Oh, he can stay," Peter vocalized.

Scott grinned happily, then grabbed another gallon bucket for him to sit on.

"So, I guess we should just jump into it," Peter mumbled.

He turned to Jessica, who nodded in encouragement.

"You see, the Avengers are in a bit of a mess right now. As you know, we—uh—downsized considerably. It's just Natasha, Tony, Vision, me and sometimes Jess. Rhodey would love to be an Avengers, but he's currently out of the game. We're trying to help him recover, but who knows when that'll happen."

"That's one of the issues with the Accords," Steve vocalized "It divides."

"The thing is that since we're smaller now, we're aren't sent out on as many missions. Ross himself said so."

He handed Steve his phone, which had the screen shots on it.

"The one Tony was really made about were some of the things happening in Syria with the chemical attacks. Even if we couldn't have stopped it from happening, we could have helped with evacuation. The United Nations disagrees though . . . They think that we're useless."

"It sounds like Tony is six feet under," Scott quipped, causing Jessica to smile faintly.

"We need to convince Ross and the rest of the people at the United Nations that the world needs the Avengers more than anything right now. Sure, we might not be battling aliens that are coming through a portal in the sky, but we still can save the world from things caused by people living here. Jess and I were thinking and we thought you might be able to help us. We know you've been seeing everything going on and that you want to help. Maybe we could find a way to have you pardoned so that you could rejoin the team or something like that . . . Knowing Tony, he could hook you up with one of the best lawyers the world has ever seen and we could build a case for you. We could do it for Wanda, and Scott and Clint and Sam as well so our team can be a full capacity again. I know you probably don't like it, but everyone has to put aside our feelings because the world as at stake."

Peter took a deep breath and held it for a split second. All he could do was wait for Steve to respond. The Super Solider hesitated, his face void of any emotion. Peter silently whispered a prayer to himself. Steve sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

"You've got a lot of heart, kid. I can see you really care, but things are never that simple."

"Of course they aren't!" Jessica responded.

"That doesn't mean we shouldn't try," Peter exclaimed "We can't give up."

"Who said anything about giving up?" Steve questioned " However, the likelihood of us working together for the United Nations is very small."

"Very small," Scott added.

"But don't think that I have given up. We're working behind the scenes in ways I don't think you guys realize. It will be a while before we can all work together again. We need to let things settle down before that happens."

"But—"

"Peter, I will always try to protect the world from harm. That is a part of who I am, but things have changed and so must we. Don't worry, we will work together again at some point. That's why I gave Tony the phone. It will just be at a time where the world has no choice but to see us unite again."

Peter glanced at Jessica, whose face was contorted into an unpleasant scowl.

"It sounds like you're giving up to me," Jessica said "We know things are complicated, but we want to help. Tony wants to help."

"You've told him about this?"

"Well—uh—no but—"

"Sometimes having the title of a team does not make a group of people a team. It can destroy more than help. It will take a real push to make everyone put aside their own agendas and work together."

"Like what?" Peter demanded "The things happening in the world right now aren't enough?"

"They are, but even I have limits, Peter. You, however, do not."

"I signed the Accords. I have limits just like you."

"But you have yet to push those limits. That is why the Avengers are weak right now."

"Peter, you don't think you're capable. You need to believe you are and push every wall in your way."

"So you're not going to help right now?"

"I'll always help, just not in the way you chose."

The buzzing of a cellphone suddenly erupted. Steve fished through his pocket and pulled out a flip phone and pressed it to his ear. The faint noise of a voice on the other end of the line could be heard.

"Excuse me," Steve mumbled.

He walked a few feet away and started talking to whoever was on the other end.

"Sorry about all the vagueness," Scott said "He likes to roll that way sometimes."

Jessica laughed softly.

"Things are going to get us all back together soon though. I promise ya. In fact, Steve and King T'Challa believe that—"

"Wait. You're with King T'Challa?"

Scott's mouth clamped shut.

"Steve's gonna kill me."

"We won't tell," Peter reasoned "Keep going."

"There's some kind of a threat looming over us. We're not sure what it is, but it has something to do with those creepy ass rocks that keep showing up on Earth. You know, the Tesseract and the Aether. They're all linked together somehow and not in a good way. We think Tony might have caught a whiff of this also. Not that Steve's talked to him at all . . . It's just a hunch."

Peter's stomach flipped nervously inside of him. Something about those stones worried him. He wasn't an expert on them and had not even come into contact with one before. Tony had mentioned the Tesseract and Vision had one placed in his forehead, but Peter had always been too scared to ask about it. Quite honestly, he wasn't even sure Vision knew what it was. It did make sense that they were all linked together, but what for? What on Earth could be accomplished with them? The stone Vision had possessed indescribable abilities, kind of like the Tesseract, which, to Peter's knowledge, was the cause of the portal that had opened up in the sky.

"Tony never mentioned that," Jessica reasoned "I think he would have if he was aware of these stones."

"He didn't tell us about the emails with Ross," Peter snapped "Who knows what else he isn't telling us."

Jessica opened her mouth to respond, but was interrupted by Steve, who had just finished his phone conversation.

"We need to go, Scott," he enunciated.

"Did someone catch our trail?"

"No, it's Sergeant Barnes."

"The Winter Soldier," Jessica whispered in fascination.

Steve turned to the two teenagers and smiled.

"If the world never sees me again, it will be alright, especially since you two are here to keep an eye on it."

Peter blushed and Jessica smiled proudly.

"We have to go. I hope you push yourselves. The world can never have enough heroes."

He playfully saluted, then turned towards the door, his hands stuffed into his pockets again. Scott pulled his hood back over his head and shrank down, so small that Jessica and Peter could not see him. Steve slowly sauntered over to the door, almost as if he didn't have a care in the world. When he reached the doors, he pulled them open and disappeared into the blinding light streaking in.

"Wow," Jessica muttered "Just wow."

Peter didn't respond. Instead. He idly kicked at the ground.

"That didn't accomplish much," Jessica added.

"Not in the way we wanted it to," Peter replied "But what about those stones? You didn't know much about them, did you?"

"I actually still don't know much about them. All I know is that Vision has one and he seems fine, so they couldn't be that bad."

"But one brought the Chitauri in."

"I thought Loki did."

"Yeah, but he couldn't have done it without the Tesseract."

"This talk of magical rocks that can disrupt the space time continuum is making me really nervous."

"Sorry."

"Nah, it's just not what we were hoping to accomplish."

Peter sighed and shook his head.

"You're right, but we got to keep looking for a way to resolve this issue," he said, his voice filling with confidence "but we have to tackle each battle one at a time."

"We don't have any other battles. We literally just sit around all day."

"I know, but we'll figure out something."
They walked towards the door, shivering as they went. When Steve left, the warehouse seemed to get a million times colder. It was as if his presence warmed the place up for a little bit.

"That was Captain Freaking America though," Jessica spluttered "That's pretty cool."

"Yeah."

"He's also a lot hotter in person."

"Ew!"

"What?"

They both laughed as Jessica pulled the door open. After shutting it behind them, they looked out at the vast Boston Harbor, filled with bustling boats, covered with people, raising sails and steering them to the shore.

"You ready to go home?" Peter asked.

Jessica nodded.

Hey Everyone! What's up?

Here is yet another mediocre chapter for you guys. This one I am probably going to edit in a little bit. The thing is that I might not be able to publish in a week or so, so I wanted to go ahead and get this out. Yes, you got to meet Scott. I hope I did him justice. he'll probably come back at some point since he's hilarious and I adore Paul Rudd.

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