Lol sorry for the late chapter. Anyways, enjoy and be prepared for the following madness.

T. Rycbar is a bitch because they refuse to update.

IDon'tOwnMarvel

As soon as the helicopter touched down on the raft, Tony took quick notice of the flashing red lights and alarm that didn't look like they directly involved him. No one was running to him with guns. His first thoughts on this- locking up Lincoln had not gone as planned.

"This is not a regular welcome, is it?" Natasha guessed, stepping out with Tony as he looked around to gauge the situation.

"No," He agreed, catching a worker's arm as she tried to rush by. "What's happening?"

"There was a breach." The lady waved for some others in uniform to move his helicopter on its platform out of the way of the entrance. "No one leaves until-"

She was interrupted by the sound of a helicopter flipping on and starting up fast.

"Shit!" She broke out of his grasp and ran towards it.

"Found the breach." Natasha frowned slightly, pulling Tony back a few steps to move out of the way as the helicopter picked up off the ground.

"SHUT THE GATE!" The lady from earlier ordered.

Tony flipped Edith on to get a reading on the helicopter and who was driving. It took him all of four seconds to identify Zemo in the driver's seat as he shot up towards the entrance.

"Put a bug on that." Tony tapped his glasses twice before pulling them off again and turning to walk in the direction he knew would lead him to Lincoln.

He did design the place, after all. If anyone knew how to get around the raft, it would be him. It was a little dumb if he did think about it too. The UN asked him to create a place capable of holding super humans and expected that he wouldn't know who else they might want to lock up there. Wanda, Steve, Barnes- the list went on. It was effective, of course, it just also had fail-safes just for him as well. Tony never made anything that he couldn't control.

At least, he tried his best not to.

He stopped in front of the control panel to the cell room with a frown, taking full advantage of the raft-wide panic that extended to this lower floor. Typing in the override password took him a moment with Nat watching over his shoulder. It wasn't going to be a big deal- get in, get the kid, get out again with her, and then refuse to let them take her again until he could track Zemo down again. It wasn't like they could argue with him now that he found the stolen SHIELD disguise mask in Zemo's hide-out.

The alarms shut down at the same time he opened the door to the cell room. Regular lights flipped on then, revealing a lifeless room with shattered glass leading to one cell on the far left wall. Left in the cell was a dark scorched patch on the padded bottom with what looked like the remains of a straight jacket and metal cuffs.

Tony huffed an annoyed sigh to himself at that, looking around the rest of the room before approaching the cell.

"Was she with Zemo?" Natasha asked, following him and peering into the cell too. "Do you think he broke her out?"

"No, it was only him on the helicopter." Tony furrowed his brow at the mess and flicked his glasses on a second time to get a reading on Lincoln's personal effects. "Her things are still in the lock box room. She might still be here-"

"She's gone." Secretary Ross informed him in an annoyed manner. "She and some vigilante left together."

"What vigilante?" Natasha narrowed her eyes back at him.

"That's what you need to tell us." Secretary Ross nodded at his guard to show them a tablet with a photo on it. "A man in a black cat suit took her. And your power dampening collar did nothing."

Tony snorted, looking back at the cell. "Yeah, I never got around to perfecting it. Just didn't seem important."

His eyes eventually fell on the tablet with Lincoln running through the halls after someone he had yet to know. She had to know him though. Lincoln didn't just follow strange people out of prison on a whim. Standing around and wondering wasn't going to get him anywhere, though.

He had a helicopter to catch.

"Excuse me?!" I shouted over the howling of the wind.

"Jump!" T'Challa pointed, getting me to blink at him in shock before looking back down at the ocean below us.

My eyes went up next to the helicopter speeding away in the distance too. I bounced on my heels and bit my lip, looking back to the prince. "Are you serious?"

I swear, there was the smallest shift in the mask of his suit that indicated an amused smile before he nodded towards the open water again. Mist jumped up from the waves, almost thoroughly soaking my clothes as I hesitated. Maybe this was a ploy to kill me?

I took a deep breath over the harsh smell of salty air swirling around us and shook my head. The metal prison lurched below me then, starting a slow descent with another helicopter shooting up into the air from the open entrance. The added wind was deafening and T'Challa grabbed my shoulder with the waves coming and lapping up closer.

"Jump, Lincoln." He ordered again over the wind. "Or I will push you."

Taking that as a promise, I stopped thinking and nodded. I ignored every bit of instinct telling me not to jump off the giant hunk of metal in the ocean and threw myself feet first off the side. My foot caught something midair and I tripped, falling face-first onto something hard. A door shut behind me and I looked below my hands at a metal floor, pulling myself upright quickly as T'Challa hopped on easily beside me and walked on in. the door shut behind us, and with it, the whipping wind and mist.

I blinked before taking a relieved breath and pushing myself to my feet like I didn't just do that.

T'Challa smirked to himself after pulling off the mask, very proud of his joke. "No need to jump so far."

"Ha," I snipped back sarcastically, fixing my hair and looking around at the jet I'd landed in as we left the raft. "Good one."

"I couldn't resist." He smiled up towards the cockpit. "Okoye never falls for my jokes."

"They are all terrible, that's why." She called back at us, making me smile and shake my head.

"Are you calling me gullible?"

She turned to look back at me with a smile. "Would you like me to replay? I'm sure we have it on video."

I held up a hand. "I'm all set. Thank you."

She and T'Challa sniggered at that with the former speaking up again. "Where are we going, Wisteria? After the helicopter?"

"Yeah, it's a dumb…name." I huffed a small sigh, running my fingers through my hair and stopping short when I stared directly at a purple energy flow on the floor.

It was…familiar looking. Like that crack in the earth with purple and black billowing up from below-

"Lincoln." T'challa interrupted my memory, making me pick my head up again.

"Yes?" I looked between him and the cockpit quickly with the question still hanging in the air. "Oh, uh, Zemo said something about a Siberian Hydra Facility. I don't really know the exact location of that though."

"They have only one in Siberia." Okoye relayed back from the front while I could just barely see her typing something into a high-tech screen. "That should be it. We're seven hours out, your highness."

"Fun." I whispered, looking around more. "Can I sit down?"

"Please." T'Challa held out a hand as if to give me access before he wandered towards the back of the ship. "Make yourself comfortable."

I did find myself a seat pretty easily since half the wall behind me was a bench of sorts. T'Challa returned after a moment and sat down too on the opposite wall, tossing me something that he'd gotten.

I caught the granola bar and frowned at it. "Thanks."

"My father," He started carefully, looking at me from across the ship. "Was he to die on that day?"

Honestly, I had no idea how to answer that and kept my eyes on the granola bar. I didn't want him thinking that I put his father at any risk in the first place. Not to mention, I didn't know the shit that would come of him even being alive still. His death was a very pivotal point in T'Challa's life and I had yet to address what that might do to him as he developed. It could change time- decisions even. Sure, his father was supposed to die, but him living might be a bit more trouble than I anticipated when I was acting impulsively.

"Thank you." T'Challa added, continuing to watch me as I looked back at the door. "Wakanda owes you a debt for that."

"If it makes you less grateful," I mumbled back, "I don't know the full extent of that choice yet."

"Either way. I owe you a debt." He continued, "For the life of my father."

"Please don't do that." I shook my head, "Pietro found out he was supposed to be dead and he acted all weird for weeks."

T'Challa didn't respond then. He just went quiet and leaned back in his seat. I think I expected something else out of him, but the silence was enough to let me know that he was sure of what he said. That was my least favorite part of T'Challa now- his inability to care about my modest input.

The silence of the first two hours was kind of boring too, so I may have caught myself mumbling my thoughts out loud more than once. T'Challa just sat silently as if he didn't know what boredom was. Typical, really.

Hour three had me needing to bother him though.

"Have you ever, like, had a nemesis?" I started, getting him to look over at me finally. "I had one of those, I think."

"Past tense?" T'Challa cracked a small smile, "I don't suppose you reasoned with him?"

"Uh, no, he was a Nazi." I shook my head, looking away nervously and playing with my hands on my lap. "He kinda just died. I didn't kill him. I didn't…contribute…either. It was someone else."

"I would call that a blessing, Lincoln." He replied, watching me carefully. "Grief is no easy weight."

"I just wanted him to hurt." I admitted, "I've never wanted that for someone before. And you're, like, wicked smart or something, so I thought it might make sense to you."

"Believe me, I am feeling a similar displeasure." T'Challa looked away, "Today my patience is being tested."

I cracked a smile at that and almost laughed despite the rough topic. "Oh, wow, sorry."

He shook his head, wearing a tiny smile before he looked towards the front. "I want Zemo to hurt for his act of violence against my family."

"You won't kill him." I shook my head too. "At least, you didn't. And even there, he'd killed your dad. I'm sure you'll do fine."

T'Challa gave me a look that could be mistaken for sympathy.

"Whatever," I shrugged it off finally, "I'm sure 'dead dad' T'Challa would get it better."

"He might." T'Challa sat back a little, "I suppose I'm grateful I don't understand then."

So elusive, that guy, and not super helpful in the end. I mean, the whole Winnie thing still sat weird with me, but I was going to have to categorize it until later with the Zemo issue still on the rise.

On top of that, I'd debated bringing up Bucky with T'Challa. Sure, we knew Bucky was pretty stable these days, but I had no idea how he'd react if that red book was dug up and used on him. Then he might be back at square one, and I'd have to risk not only plot changes, but also- and much more importantly- Bucky himself. Believe it or not, I did care about those around me just as much as I cared about the time-line. Maybe a little more if I was willing to safe King T'Chaka from his plot-centered death.

Though, I could argue that had been a panic move.

The trip was pretty long and boring, so I had a lot of time to meditate or think about asking about Bucky. I never did ask either and decided to drop it for the time being when we finally landed in the frigid cold. Another thing I neglected to ask for was a change of clothes as I stood around in some bland gray shirt and pants with no bra because it was a 'potential hazard'. Next time I have to refer to my chest, I'll have to remember to warn people of their hazardous state.

"You want to go into a fight dressed in pajamas." Okoye snipped, shoving a bundle of clothes into my arms after wandering back in the cabin upon our arrival. "You might as well surrender."

"I don't think he's gonna fight us." I muttered back, looking over the clothes in my arms before searching the room around me with my eyes for a place to change. "He's got a…gun though."

I mimicked a gun to my chin with my fingers for T'Challa as he stood by the door.

He held up his hand back. "I understand. No need to elaborate."

"Yeah, just, ah-" I watched him opened up the doors and took a step back with cold air rushing in. "Wh- Hold on. I'm gonna get changed."

T'Challa smiled slightly at that before pulling the mask over his head and face. "Allow me the liberty of some headstart, Lincoln."

Okoye shut the door behind him and watched me expectantly then before I huffed a sigh and turned on my heel to go look back around where T'Challa had visited before in the back of the ship. Sure enough, there was a bathroom that I could use instead of just holding it while confronting Zemo. I also managed to shove myself into the new clothes with what felt like built in bra support on the fitted muscle shirt with a halter top. The leggings with built in booties were well appreciated when I skipped out the door after T'challa in the snow too, but I really could've done with some sleeves in the cold. Or, at the very least, for my powers to pop up like when I was in space all that time ago so I didn't feel the cold. But, alas, it was not quite seen as life threatening as I made a mad dash for the open door where it wasn't much warmer inside.

As I navigated down the halls, I ended up picking up a song to sing to myself. The echoing and shadows and lurking T'Challa was enough to put me on edge. Not to mention the frigid cold that was only kept at bay by some warming feature on my clothes. I kept my arms across my chest (I know, bad for defense) to keep warm then as I marched.

"Ah, ah ah ah, stayin' alive, stayin' alive." I sang almost at a whisper to make up for the shitty singing voice in case T'Challa was listening, "Well, now I get low, and I get high-"

I turned a corner to look down another long hall and perked up upon noticing the ajar door down at the end.

"And if I can't get either, I really try." I continued, taking barely two steps down the big hall before I was interrupted.

"It's actually, 'ha ha ha'," A metal hand came down on my shoulder. "Like laughing."

I screamed and jumped back with my power flaring up immediately to shoot a ball at him. Steve brought up his shield fast to deflect it and I took the relieved sigh that followed my panic.

"Jesus," I held a hand over my heart. "Asshole."

Tony shrugged in his suit, folding the helmet back. "I've been called worse."

Steve shot Tony a look. "You had to scare her, didn't you?"

"Oh so she's a weapon to you?" Tony challenged, raising an eyebrow with Natasha coming into view behind them too.

"That's not what I said." Steve glared a little back, "I'm just saying the scaring is counterproductive."

Nat smacked them both upside the head before nodding at me. "You set?"

"I'm fine." I took a careful breath, trying to steady myself. "Just you guys? Really?"

"The accords," Tony waved a hand absently. "We wanted to keep it low profile with the other big guys. Figured, uh, Hit-woman and Steverino were good choices."

"Honestly, awful choices given your track record where I'm from." I deadpanned, "You might as well have brought Bucky with you too to just tie up the ribbon and gift wrap the avengers downfall for Zemo. What's wrong with you?"

"Absolutely nothing. I'm good today." Tony chipped back with a smile. "How are you?"

I rolled my eyes and turned to walk down the hall, only grateful that it wasn't so spooky with people around. They followed after me down the hall and through the big metal doors. There laid a room with five capsules that were shattered, and not unlike the movie. I recognized them as the failed Hydra Experiment to make more Winter Soldiers. They all stood or slouched dead in the capsules with a hole in their head, just between the eyes. It wasn't exactly the easiest thing to look at, even if they were hand-selected psychopaths before they started the program.

Shortly after looking between them, I turned my eyes away and up to a control room where a very smug little rich man sat and watched. Steve raised his shield, ready to throw, only for me to stop him with my hand out.

"It's reinforced." I looked back at Tony for confirmation and got a nod. "It'll probably take you the better part of a few hours to hack through it, even with vibranium. Besides, that's not how this goes."

"And how do you expect it to go?" Zemo asked, coming in over the intercom. "Surely you cannot predict where you don't exist."

"Fair." I nodded, noticing the dark screen two yards in front of me where Tony had watched his parents get murdered. "Where I'm from, you pissed off the Iron Giant here. He got all mad. You had two leaders turning on each other and it ended with the accords separating them for good."

"Complicated." He replied with a small frown while Tony and Steve exchanged a small glance. "Not awful, but I would argue that your Zemo did not have the trigger that I do."

"Am I the trigger?" I frowned back at him with Natasha giving me looks on my left. I made a face back at her. "Relax, I've got nothing to be mad about right now. I mean, what's he gonna do? Show me the outtakes of being tortured?"

"You and I are not so different, Lincoln." Zemo mentioned before I could go on a nervous ramble.

I pointed between us, "No. We're very different. I don't try to kill superheroes."

"But you would." He insisted very confidently, "We both lost our family. Our home."

"You don't know what I lost." I snapped back quickly, making Steve take a step closer. "Don't do that."

"Don't do what?" Zemo tilted his head a little. "I know you feel that loss that I do. Displacement. You're afraid and lost. I know that."

"I don't suppose you're going to ask her to join your side?" Tony chimed in then. "We've all lost things. It's not that hard to sympathize here."

"No, it is hard to sympathize." I felt the stress affecting me then as I was hurt by Tony's words for the first time in a while. "Both of you shut up about it. What do you want, Zemo?"

"I need you to understand me." He continued, making me sigh a little.

"Yeah, I understand." I gestured wildly back at tony. "You want him dead or suffering because he created the murder-bot that ended with your…loss. What else is there to get?"

"What else?" He almost scoffed, shaking his head. "'What else' is that you understand the anger I feel- the lengths I would go to for my family so their killers were laying in the dust. And you stand there like it's not the same."

I opened and shut my mouth, at a loss for words. It wasn't the same.

"Dormammu is a monster." I lowered my voice. "Don't compare what happened to my home to a casualty."

The three around me looked over too before i registered exactly the words I'd used to describe his family.

"Was your family not…a casualty?" Zemo replied, looking like he was boiling under the surface of that still expression.

"I didn't mean it like that." I whispered back, backing down a step. "Look, I-I get it. I know now. But Dormammu was different. He was malicious. He does everything for himself with no regard for any life around him. It's like…"

"Like what?"

"Like candy to him." I shook my head, "Tony didn't know what he was making. If he knew it would hurt people he wouldn't have. That's the same for the rest of them."

"You think them to be saints." Zemo looked to his left briefly before turning back to us. "Moral gods."

"Well, I mean," I patted Steve's chest beside me, "Golden Boy might as well carry a book of 'Mr. Nice Guy' around. Sure, he killed people, but those guys were Nazis, so it doesn't count."

"Lives are still lives, Lincoln." Steve reminded me gently, making me roll my eyes.

"They were Nazis, Man," I guestured at him with a thumb. "See?"

"It's funny that you think so highly of him." Zemo hummed, holding out a hand as if to get me to look at something. "You see him as a father figure in your life. Perhaps a role model?"

"He was safe, I guess." I shrugged, my eyes falling on the screen a few feet in front of me as it flickered on and started to play.

"Time to go." Tony grabbed my arm, getting a funny look from me.

"Why?"

"Why?" Tony laughed out loud. "'Why' is because he has something that might make you a little pissy."

"We seem to have a bit of a collective problem." Fury's voice came from the screen then, loud and clear. "That problem being the human weapon and info bank sitting in a room down the hall."

I planted my feet then, holding my ground as I looked back at the screen. "I don't remember that."

"You weren't there." Tony pulled at me again, but I held fast to the ground with my arm heating up to burn his suit a little. He flipped the mask back then. "Hey, let's go. Now. We can talk about it later."

"Please don't refer to her as a weapon." Tony's voice replied back, annoyed, "Just seems a bit outlandish when she looks like she's a day over thirteen."

"It's not a person, Stark." Fury snapped, "At best, it's an alien with immeasurable power and if I can help it, I'd like to deal with this situation without having to call for someone who can handle her."

Steve looked like he was just as stressed out about this, but frozen in his place as if he was waiting for something. I just had a short thought come to mind.

"Woah, Carol." I whispered before noticing Tony and frowning at his desperate expression. "What don't you want me to see? Tell me."

"So what are you saying?" Steve asked next.

"I'm saying that I have some options to review-"

"Options." I repeated back, listening carefully, "What options?"

"It's not important." Tony reached out again, only for me to grab his arm back.

"What did you say?" I asked, staring him down. "What did you say, Tony? Tell me before the computer does."

"Let's go and we can explain." He tried desperately, "It was so long ago."

"Asgard was an option, but Thor vetoed that," Fury explained, getting the god to speak up, shockingly enough as I hadn't remembered him being there since he left with Loki.

This had to be after.

"My father wouldn't allow it." Thor said, "Loki believes her to be more than we could handle too."

"Agent Romanoff suggests we keep her here."

I looked at Natasha. "What's worth killing over that? Child soldier, a weapon for Shield- whatever, man. Not a big deal. Was that it?"

"Lincoln, please," Tony pleaded then, giving me a look I didn't recognize on his face. "You're being irrational. Let's talk about this back at the compound."

"No, I don't want to." I let go of him and took a step back. "Because you lied about something. You kept it a secret for…well, as long as I've been here. How do I know you're not just gonna lie more when I walk away with you?"

"You want to, what, enslave a kid? Build a child super soldier?"

"It's not enslavement, Tony," Natasha intoned back over the monitor. "It's a safe environment to measure and train her."

"Yeah, but, Nat, she's a kid." Clint defended me easily, seemingly taking the same side as Tony, which…confused me further.

I looked back at the screen, seeing some of the security images on it of them in a conference room.

"Well, I was less enthusiastic about option three." Nat cocked her head at him, standing nearby the table while Tony and Clint were the only two that sat.

Bruce Banner was nowhere to be found, so I assumed they must've left him out of the decision-making on what to do with me. Sure, the conversation was a little hurtful since I was a kid at the time, but it wasn't worth killing over. It was…expected that they would spend some time figuring it out together. What I wanted to know was what had Tony all jumpy.

"Option number three-" Fury continued, setting a familiar paper on the table, "The execution order of one so-called Lincoln Patel. We have an agent in order, but we need you all around in case things go south and she gets mad."

My heart sank a little before I looked back at them. "Oh, uh."

"Are you fucked?" Clint laughed, "You want to kill a sixteen year old right after we rescued her?"

"It wasn't considered, alright." Steve chimed in finally, looking on edge. "No one took it seriously. It was just an option."

"Come on." Tony waved me along. "You got it. Can we go now and talk about it? I'm planning on pouring my heart out and it's your favorite thing."

"No, it-" I looked back at the screen, mostly just annoyed with Fury for wanting me dead. "I get it. It's Fury. It's what he does, really. Just…awkward. Thanks for defending me."

Tony shrugged haphazardly, "We're not psychopaths. Whoop de do. Can we go now?"

"Spangles, you've been awfully quiet."

Tony shot his repulsor at the screen then, singing the sides then as I frowned harder and stilled instead of following him.

"What was that for?" I asked, a voice coming up behind me that made a cold shiver run up my spine.

"Oh my god, you're agreeing." Tony scoffed disbelievingly over the tape. "Take note, Legolas- The Golden Boy wants her dead after she helped him track down his long lost war buddy."

I felt myself getting almost physically sick to the stomach with my eyes turning to a pitiful expression on Steve's face.

Tony shot the screen again then, doing nothing a second time while I could only just stare.

"Lincoln, I didn't know any better." He started to speak before he was cut off by his own voice over the screen.

"I'm not saying that." Steve sounded angry on the recording too. "I'm saying that we shouldn't dismiss it. I mean, you want to end up having to clean something like that up later on when we could've just taken care of the problem before it started?"

"No one took it seriously?" I repeated his own words back to him, making Steve take a step back. "I was a kid!"

"I didn't know, Lincoln, I was scared."

"Stop saying my name." I took a step closer to him. "Are you fucking serious?! I trusted you! You were the one person I could trust!"

"Friday, call for ABE." Tony put his helmet on like I was the problem here.

"Oh, so you think I'm a threat too?" I shouted at him before gesturing at Steve. "You let me follow him around knowing that he wanted me dead!"

"I think you're a threat because you're coming at me and you're glowing purple." Tony matched my energy. "Calm down. I said we can talk about it. It was years ago."

"I'm not the one who needs to be calm!" I had tears coming to my eyes. "I'm a threat?! So I just break everything around me, don't I? You think I'm gonna kill you, Tony? The big scary teenager is gonna blow up the people she gave her life for?"

"Lincoln-"

"I gave you everything!" I turned my anger on Steve, marching closer and making him take several steps back before I was on him. "I gave my life and my best friend, and my f-fucking sanity for this god forsaken world! Tortured, chased, yelled at, and wanted dead for it all."

It felt like something broke in my head and just about every emotion poured down all at once. Everything that happened- the bombs, hydra, Tony's anger, losing TC- it all gripped me by the throat, making it hard to breath even as I threw a punch at Steve with the power knocking him harder than my fist. He didn't try to block it, and I think Tony was coming in to grab my second hit right before it all went quiet.

The whoosh of gold dropped me on the ground leaving the echo of a thud. The moment I looked up, I descended into thick sobs with the images burning past my eyes. I drew my legs up to my chest and hid my face against my knees, breathing hard to suck in oxygen that didn't seem to be making it to my lungs. I was scared. That much I knew.

And trapped in a room that looked fragmented with the illusion of the glass dimension, I felt like I was dying.

"What happened?" Nat asked, helping Steve to his feet. "Where'd she go?"

Tony shook his head, looking around. "Don't know. Friday, can I get a location?"

"I don't have a location, Boss. She's out of range."

"Out of range of the planet?" Tony asked back incredulously, "You cover the entire earth. So, what? She left?"

"Sorcerers, Tony." Steve stood back upright, holding a hand to his bloody nose. "I recognized the gold stuff. They probably grabbed her."

"Why?" Nat frowned a little. "To save you? Lincoln wouldn't actually kill you. You're important."

Tony hesitated, looking back up to where Zemo had since disappeared. He stared for a moment before looking back at Steve. "You're a piece of shit, you know that?"

"So are you." Nat reminded him without skipping a beat. "You haven't exactly been the perfect role model either."

Tony shook his head. "Doesn't matter. We need to find her before the United Nations has something else to use to lock us away. My lawyers are this close to getting us out of the accords."

"I don't think that's a good idea." Steve stepped in again, getting both to look at him. "They're wizards. If they want to stay hidden, they will. I know them better than you do. They know what they're doing, so if anyone can handle her when she's upset, it's them."

Nat looked to Tony too. "Maybe he's right. They could've taken her for a good reason and I don't exactly want to let her around Cap if she was so mad that someone else got involved. I think we should leave her. It's not like they're strangers."

Tony eyed between them carefully before huffing in annoyance and turning to walk away. "Fine, but we're not leaving without Zemo."