Not Afraid To Die || "To The End" series

Civil War

Steve and I strode through an underpass, then jogged onto the runway, heading for the chopper Clint had found. An electro-disabler suddenly slammed onto the chopper and we looked up as Tony and Rhodey landed.

"Wow," Tony said, his helmet opening up, "it's so weird how you run into people at the airport." He looked at Rhodey. "Don't you think that's weird?"

"Definitely weird." Steve sighed.

"Hear me out, Tony," he said. "That doctor, the psychiatrist, he's behind all of this." A man in a black cat suit jumped over a truck, and I furrowed my brow. Who the hell was this guy?

"Captain," he acknowledged. He looked at me. "Miss Stark." I gritted my teeth at both the name and the fact that he knew who I was but I didn't know him.

"Your highness." Steve nodded.

"Anyway," Tony said, "Ross gave me thirty-six hours to bring you in. That was twenty-four hours ago. Can you help a brother out?"

"You're after the wrong guy."

"Your judgment is askew. Your old war buddy killed innocent people yesterday."

"And there are five more super soldiers just like him. I can't let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can't." Nat walked up, watching us carefully.

"Steve," she said, "you know what's about to happen. Do you really wanna punch your way out of this one?" Tony rolled his eyes.

"All right," he said, "I've run out of patience." He cupped his hands around his mouth. "Underoos!" Suddenly, Steve's shield was pulled from his hands and our wrists were both bound as a figure in a red and blue suit landed on top of a trailer. "Nice job, kid." I tilted my head, watching him.

"Thanks," the boy said. He shrugged. "Well, I could've stuck the landing a little better. It's just the new suit- Well, it's nothing, Mr. Stark. It's-it's perfect. Thank you."

"Yeah, we don't really need to start a conversation."

"Okay. Cap-Captain. Big fan, I'm Spider-Man." I snorted.

"Yeah, we'll talk about it later. Just..."

"Hey, everyone."

"Good job." Steve smiled.

"You've been busy."

"And you've been a complete idiot. Dragging in Clint. 'Rescuing' the kids from a place she doesn't even want to leave, a safe place." I scoffed.

"Oh yeah?" I asked. "That's funny. Remind me, what happened last time you tried to speak my mind for me?" He sighed.

"Chris, I'm trying to keep-" He took a deep breath. "I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart." Steve shook his head.

"You did that when you signed." Tony sighed again.

"Alright," he said. "We're done. You're gonna turn Barnes over, you're gonna come with us, now! Because it's us! Or a squad of J-SOC guys with no compunction about being impolite. Come on." Sam spoke through the earpieces.

"We found it," he said. "Their Quinjet's in hanger five, north runway." Steve smiled, holding up his hands. Clint shot through the webs around his wrists, and I phased out of mine.

"Alright, Lang," I said. Spider Man looked down at his arm.

"Hey, guys," he said, "something-" He was cut off as Scott grew to his full size, flipping the younger boy and grabbing the shield before jumping down to us.

"I believe this is yours, Captain America," he said, handing Steve the shield. Steve looked at me.

"Chris, go!" I nodded and ran off, meeting Bucky and Sam in the terminal.