Strings Attached

Secure Location

Steve glanced at his now blank phone. Tony had called him. He could barely wrap his mind around it. Tony freaking Stark needed his help.

"Oh, my Thor" Natasha groaned. Steve rolled his eyes at the ex-assassin.

"What is it this time. Romanoff" Steve asked crossing his arms.

"You're boggling over that phone, did you finally meet a lady" She quipped. Steve blinked.

"No, I'm not," he argued weakly. Scott walked in then, in his ant-man suit no less.

"Yeah, you are" Scott added staring at his phone. Steve noticed how mostly everyone had a small group going. The 'dads' Scott and Clint, Bucky, and Sam, Steve, and Natasha, Wanda joined them sometimes, but never stayed long enough to grow a strong relationship. Most of the time she was out and about maybe with Vision. She never talked about it though.

Steve liked to think they'd made this their home. However, they were limited in expenses, having survived for a while on Lang's 'gift' of stealing as he liked to call it. 2 months ago Tony came upon the not-so-abandoned warehouse and immediately insisted on funding their small home. Steve had jumped at the idea and Tony returned the next day with a construction team (who signed NDA's) and boxes upon boxes of IKEA furniture and Stark technology.

"'My old teammates can't live in this dump" Tony claimed, hands in his pockets as his team started building small walls, rooms they'd found out later.

"Thanks" Steve whispered. Tony gave him a tight-lipped smile and a jerky nod. Tony hadn't been back since.

"Tony called" Steve informed the team. He wants to meet at a secure location, and Wanda" Steve around at the small group of heroes before finding Wanda's red ish-brown hair, "Your presence was requested"

As much as he didn't want to force the young girl to come, he thought it would be good for her. She needed to understand that no one blamed her.

"Ok," she said nervously, twirling her around her finger. Steve smiled. Wanda refrained from using her powers unless there was an immediate danger, but he could tell she was getting sloppy. lacking practice and losing control. "When is it?"

"Tonight, Tony said it was urgent," Steve explained. The lot of them glanced around nervously. Steve only watched Wanda whose hands were surrounded by a red light. "Wanda?" Steve motioned towards the door as people started to talk louder. Wanda followed him.

"Are you sure you can do it?" Steve asked, Wanda, tilted her head.

"You don't think I can?" It was said like a question, but it was more like a statement. Steve's eyes widened.

"It's not that" Steve rushed to explain himself, "I want to make sure you can do it"

Wanda twirled her hair around again. ' 'I can" She insisted. Steve nodded, a determined look overtaking his once smiling face.

"Then suit up"

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Peter laid on his biege colored cot. In his hand was an iron man themed stress ball. In went up and down, rhythmic. Thoughts ran through his head. Flashing in and out of the present. A tap at the indestructible metal door knocked him out of it.

 "Mr. Stark?" Peter said confused. Tony barely reacted unlocking the door in mere seconds and putting the young boy in some sort of cuffs, but they didn't connect to each other. It allowed him all freedom of movement. "What are you doing''

"We are going to meet up with your buddy," Tony said, "but we don't have long..." Tony trailed off hurrying the two out of the room. More corridors, one after another, but he didn't feel fear, he felt excited, to go outside, and feel the warmth of the sun on his skin. Tony led him into an elevator.