Chasing the tesseract

Chapter 51

"We're back." I shout as my feet land back against the warm sand, a chorus of grunts coming from where Sam, Bucky and Zemo have landed behind me. Stephen glances towards me, a smirk plastered on both our faces as I bite my lip, attempting to hold back the laughter. I did warn them.

"Ugh, I'm never doing that again." Bucky complains, pulling himself up off the floor before dusting the sand from his jacket and shrugging his shoulders to release the tension in them. Sam, who landed a few feet from the rest of us, joins Bucky's side, nodding in agreement before covering his mouth as his face begins to try on slightly green.

Chucking to myself, I roll my eyes before scanning the area for the rest of the team, my eyes landing on Wanda who waves us over. "Are you two okay? You look a little motion sick." I mumble over my shoulder, everyone else following me whilst I make my way towards the team. A growl like sound comes from behind me, my smirk growing as I see Sam take a deep breath from the corner of my eye.

"You took your time." Wanda shouts, her voice echoing throughout the field just as we reach her. Whilst the slowcoaches behind me catch up, Wanda's eyes grow wider, her mouth opening as if to say something before it quickly closes again and her finger points towards Zemo.

"You broke him out of jail?!" Tony shouts from a few feet away, his tone showing me his fury before I can even see his face. His footsteps heavy, Tony stomps over to the five of us, his eyes briefly hovering on Sam and Bucky before they land on me and Stephen, wide and expectant.

"No." I assure him, holding my hands up in surrender simultaneously with Stephen who looks at me pleadingly from the corner of his eye. For once, I may actually help him. After all, it will help me. "Those two did." I admit as I point towards Sam and Bucky who just stare at me, their jaws clenched in frustration.

"Erm Mr Stark!" shouts Peter as he comes running towards us, stumbling and almost falling flat on his face. Once he's regained his balance again, Peter comes hurtling towards Tony, grabbing his arms and spinning him around to face the hill. "That guy who was staring at us is coming over."

Spinning around further, Tony is startled to see two men walking towards them. The taller male wears a long coat, the collar turned up against his cheekbones as a strand of his curly hair falls into his face. The smaller male to the right of him stuffs his hands in his brown jacket, his dirty blonde hair blowing in the breeze. The two men exchange a glance, the blonde one mumble something in audibly causing the dark haired one to roll his eyes.

"What Halloween party did you go to?" chuckles the taller male, his feet coming to a stop in front of us whilst the other man tries to keep up, his strides shorter. Exchange a glance with Tony, I shrug my shoulders just as he opens his mouth to say something only to quickly decide against it. "A wizard costume. I mean come on, Halloween isn't for another month." the male continues in a deep tone, similar to Stephen's which isn't bizarre considering they look like they're the same person.

"Are you insulting me?" Stephen asks, stepping closer to the man while he crosses his arms against his chest. Stephens eyes lock onto the mans as they stand a few feet from each other, every set of eyes in the team on their similar frames.

"No. What Sherlock means to say is that you look a bit lost." hisses the smaller man, stepping infront of the man he's called Sherlock and pushing him backwards slightly. "Is there anything we can do to help?" the man offers, a small smile plastered on his face whilst I scan his brain for his name. John. John Watson.

"No I think he was insulting the wizards outfit." Zemo laughs from the back of the group, his Sokovian accent still strong despite the years he's spent in prison.

"Why on earth did you bring him here Abi?" complains Thor, his eyes closed as he takes a deep, calming breath. Smiling sarcastically, I make my way over to Zemos side, wrapping my arm around his shoulders as I squeeze them tightly to my side.