Into the War || A Captain America Love Story

29

"Both of you and ASAP," he says.

I groan, glancing at the alarm clock on my nightstand. "It's five in the morning, Tony."

"Catastrophe doesn't have an agenda, now get up and meet me at HQ." And with that, he hangs up on me, leaving me to just follow his orders.

"But I'm in charge," I whine, getting up out of bed. I gently shake Tori's shoulder, forcing her to peel her eyes open. "Mission."

She moans and slowly gets out of bed. "Wear the stealth suit, it looks cute on you," she states, stepping into our closet behind me.

I snort. "Yes, ma'am."

Not long after, we're both in our suits and ready to go. I hold the helmet in my hand, making my way towards the garage.

"Steven!" Tori calls. I turn around, a shield almost smacking me in the face. I catch it just in time, nodding at her in thanks. She stands in her skintight Mystérieux uniform, the watch that commands her suit around her left wrist. "Ready to go?"

"Ye—" I reply, but a deafening whirling sound makes me stop. "What the hell is that?"

"Sounds like a— oh my god, Tony." Tori steps into the living room/dining room area, staring out the window. A chopper lands in our snowy backyard, a man stepping out of it. Damn it, Tony. We both step outside to greet him, still halfway between awestruck and absolutely pissed.

"Hey, kids!" Stark exclaims, waving enthusiastically.

"What the hell, Tony?" Tori snaps, probably on her way to smack him.

"Nice place, by the way. Too bad you haven't invited me yet," he growls at his sister. "I'm disappointed that I wasn't the first person you called."

"Oh I'm sorry, I was ticked off. I apologize that you held me in a padded cell. Really appreciate it, big brother."

"I've said I'm sorry a million times already! Now we need to get to France before more people die."

"People are already dead?" I ask in my Captain America voice, as Tori likes to call it.

"Well, duh," Tony replies petulantly. "I did say that there was HYDRA-like activity, right? Now let's go."

I decide to no longer question him and just get into the chopper. Tori hesitantly follows, and I'm just waiting for her to punch Tony. We take our seats and after a short five minute ride, we arrive at the Avengers HQ and transfer onto a quinjet. Tori and I greet the other Avengers who have decided to join us — Sam, Wanda, Natasha, and Vision. The ladies huddle in their little circle, Wanda begging to see Tori's ring and Nat telling the Sokovian about the plastic gun fight she composed the other night. Tony and I greet the guys, which is only Sam because Vision follows Wanda like he's her shadow.

"Dude, wedding. When? Where?" Sam instantly asks, begging for details.

I just laugh it off, answering his questions.

"I told you I heard wedding bells! I told you!" he shouts, doing a little victory dance.

"Bet you ten bucks that you'll cry," Tony remarks, putting his hands in his pockets.

Sam scoffs. "Bet you twenty that you'll bawl like a baby."

"You have yourself a deal," Tony declares, shaking hands with Sam to seal their deal.

I roll my eyes. "I'm happy to hear that you two are making bets that will occur on my wedding day."

"Anytime, brother," Sam says, smacking a hand on my shoulder. "I'm gonna make myself some money that day."

"Only fate will tell," Tony comments. His eyes light up randomly, and he eyes me. "And because of the fact that you're technically marrying my sister—"

I clench my jaw. "Don't you say it."

"You are going to be my brother-in-law."

"Don't remind me," I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

"Hey, boys," Tori calls, "you wanna stop gazing into each other's eyes and get going?"

"Yes please," I chime, stepping up into the quinjet. Everyone follows in, eventually taking off.

Tony orders for FRIDAY to take over, giving him time to explain what's going on in Paris. He puts up a projection in the center of the room so that we can all see it. In the midst of the city, based on the Eiffel Tower in the distance, there is a security camera that shows a man with a grenade, smashing it to the ground. It inevitably explodes, taking multiple victims and himself in the flames. By the time screams begin to echo from speakers and fill the quinjet, Tony pauses the video.

"A suicide bomber," he informs us. "What really makes the situation sound HYDRA-y is a survivor told one of our people that he screamed, 'Hail HYDRA' before he died himself. We can't hear that in the video, as you can tell, so this is really important."

"And this is near Arc de Triomphe?" Tori questions her brother, of course trying to get some more geographical details on the matter.

"Yes," Tony confirms. "I'm so glad you remember the place. Still know French, right?"

Tori takes a deep breath. "I'm a little rusty, but I think I'm good."

"Okay, good. So we need a plan." Tony eyes me, waiting for me to do my part.

"All right, everyone," I begin, standing up out of my seat. "The goal should be to save as many lives as we can. However, we need to find where their base is to do that. I'm thinking we should split up — half in the city to wait for the next attack (which is definitely gonna happen) and the others searching for the home base. But there's gonna be a problem because there are seven of us.

"Tori, Natasha, and Sam, you guys okay with handling the city?" I ask them.

Tori smirks. "Aww, Sam's stuck with us."

"I actually have no problem with that," Sam retorts, a grin on his face.

"Don't you get any ideas," I warn him, earning a snort from Victoria.

"Honey, please. I have Natasha Romanoff with me to hurt him," she tells me.

"Fair enough," I reply. "So that leaves me, Tony, Wanda, and Vision to finding the base.

"Oh, God, I'm stuck with you," I mutter, keeping Tony out of my sight.

"Aww, come on, brother. This should be fun," Tony sneers, slapping his hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, Wanda?" Tori asks the quietest Avenger, who perks up in response. "Kick their asses for me if they misbehave, or just call me and I'll do it."

"Okay," Wanda laughs.

After that, we just wait and plan strategies on how to get HYDRA until we fly into Paris.