This is War

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Peter swung past and Steve snapped the web with his shield.

"That thing does not obey the laws of physics at all," Peter said.

"Look kid. There's a lot going on here that you don't understand," Steve told him.

"Mr. Stark said you'd say that, that you and Michaela would tell me similar. Wow." He fired webs which stuck to Steve's shield and ankle. He pulled and Steve slid towards him. Peter kicked him backwards, then rolled clear. "He also said to go for your legs." As Steve ran to get his shield, Peter webbed his hands and pulled. Steve grit his teeth, spun and somersaulted, propelling Peter through the air.

Sam evaded fire from Iron Man and asked, "Clint, can you get him off me?"

"Buckled in?" Clint questioned.

"Yeah," Scott replied. "No, I'm good. I'm good, Arrow Guy. Let's go. Let's go!" Miniaturized, Scott was on the tip of Clint's arrow. As he fired it, the head split and Iron Man shot the shards. Scott dove between Iron Man's splayed fingers and slipped inside the Iron Man Suit at the shoulder joint.

Steve caught a web and tugged Peter towards him, knocking him down with the shield. Peter recovered and pulled himself up on top of a gangway.

"Stark tell you anything else?" Steve asked.

"That you and Mick are wrong," Peter answered. "You two think you're right. That makes you two dangerous." He swung down and Steve leapt to kick him backwards onto the gangway's leg.

"Guess he had a point." He threw his shield at the leg and the gangway fell. Peter held it up. "You got heart, kid. Where're you from?"

"Queens."

"Brooklyn." Steve left Peter holding the gangway.

As Clint fired arrows at hovering Iron Man whose arm-lasers malfunctioned, Tony called, "F.R.I.D.A.Y.?"

F.R.I.D.A.Y. informed, "We have some weapon systems offline."

"What?"

"Oh, you're gonna have to take this into the shop," Scott said.

"Who's speaking?"

"It's your conscience. We don't talk a lot these days."

"F.R.I.D.A.Y.?"

F.R.I.D.A.Y. replied, "Deploying fire suppression system."

"Uh-oh," Scott said. "Oh boy. Whoa!" Inside the suit, Scott sprinted through narrow banks of components, chased by a rolling cloud of CO2. He was ejected from the suit.

Bucky said to Steve and Michaela, "We gotta go. That guy's probably in Siberia by now."

"We gotta draw out the flyers," Steve told him. "I'll take Vision. You and Mick get to the jet."

"No, you get to the jet!" Sam yelled. "Each of you!" He was being chased by War Machine. "The rest of us aren't getting out of here."

"As much as I hate to admit it, if we're gonna win this one, some of us might have to lose it," Clint said.

"This isn't the real fight, Steve, Mick."

"All right, Sam, what's the play?" Steve and Michaela asked.

"We need a diversion, something big."

"I got something kind of big, but I can't hold it very long," Scott told them. "On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half... don't come back for me."

"He's gonna tear himself in half?" Bucky asked.

Michaela glanced at Bucky. "Hopefully not."

"You're sure about this, Scott?" Steve questioned.