Marvel Short Stories

Chapter Five

"It's not good for you to use your voice," James tells me when I get back to him.

"I'm fine," I sign. "The swelling is going down."

"And I don't want you irritating it," Bucky scolds, and I sigh, resigning.

When we suit up, Steve runs out to distract while the others start looking for their quinjet, and I start trying to find a good spot to hide, my sniper gun in hand as I find a good position. When I see the scene below, Captain has his hands tied, a man in a red suit holding his shield. Negotiations don't appear to be going well.

"We found it," Sam tells us. "Their quinjet's in hangar five." And Steve holds his hands up.

When the man with the bow shoots, all hell breaks loose. "Time to go," James tells me, grabbing my hand.

"But I can-"

"I'm not letting you get hurt again," James warns, and I sigh, conceding. We start running with Sam, heading for the hangar when the man with the red suit lands on the window, chasing us. "What the hell is that!?" James asks, and Sam groans.

"Everyone's got a gimmick now." Red suit swings in, kicking Sam over and James goes in for the punch, the guy catching it.

"You have a metal arm?" a kid's voice asks, and I freeze, realizing this guy is just a teenager. They seriously brought a kid to this fight? "That is awesome, dude!" Sam flies in, knocking the kid back and the two fight mid air, but James and I just continue running, trying to get him off Sam. James ends up just throwing a sign at him, but he catches it with ease. "Hey buddy, I think you lost this!" he throws it back and I shove the two of us out of the way, the sign missing us by just a few inches. Sam get's the kid's attention again, but he shoots something on Sam's wings, causing him to fall and the kid pins him to the rail, Sam staring at him in shock.

"Those wings carbon fiber?" Kid Hero asks from the side of a plane terminal.

"This stuff coming out of you?" Sam asks, stunned, but the kid is hyperfocused on the wings.

"That would explain the rigidity-flexibility ratio, which, gotta say, that's awesome, man."

"I don't know if you've been in a fight before," Sam starts, ready to scold the kid. "But there's usually not this much talking."

"All right. Sorry, my bad," Kid Hero jumps up, swinging at Bucky and while James tries to block, ends up crashing both him and Sam down to the level below, and I jump onto the kid, holding onto him. "Hey!" He yells, not happy about the unwanted passenger. after gluing Sam and James to the ground, he starts trying to swing me off, and I hang on for dear life. "That's not nice!" Eventually just shoving me off, he pins me to the wall, using the same weird glue to keep me there. "Guys, look," Kid Hero starts, a little nervous about all this. "I'd love to keep this up, but I've only got one job here today and I've got to impress Mr. Stark. So, I'm really sorry." Unbeknownst to him, while he's talking I'm digging a knife out of my pocket, cutting myself lose.

Sam beats me to it, though, his little robot grabbing the kid and he is dragged out of the airport with a scream. "You couldn't have done that earlier?" James asks, stuck on the ground.

"I hate you," Sam mutters, and I chuckle, walking over to the ledge with knife in hand.

"Hey boys," I start, flipping the knife in my hand. "Looks like you could use a little help." The two chuckle as I jump down, cutting Sam open first before getting James.

"Thanks, Doll," James says, getting up.

"Of course. We have a job to do." Giving him a peck on the cheek, we continue running, eventually meeting up with the others and Steve yells at us, quinjet in sight.

A yellow beam stops us from moving any further, and looking up, I see a flying man with red skin. Red Martian? No, that's just a comic. "Captain Rogers," Red man announces. "I know you believe what your doing is right. But for the collective good, you must surrender now." James puts me behind him, our group facing their group and I internally sigh, feeling like this face-off won't end well. At all.

"What do we do, Cap?" Sam asks, and it's as if there's no question about it to the man in stripes.

"We fight." They start walking towards the others, and I follow close behind, the other group starting to do the same.

"Stay close to me," Bucky murmurs, and I nod.

Once the fighting reignites, there's too much going on as I'm avoiding strikes and attempting to hit someone, anyone, that I don't realize I've gotten split up from James until I'm hearing them talk about a diversion, and there's no way I can get to James.

"Alright, Sam, what's the play?" Steve asks in the comms.

"We need a diversion. Something big."

Scott gets excited. "I got something kinda big," he says. "But I can't hold it very long. On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half, don't come back for me."

"Don't tear yourself in half," I tell him, running to the kid under heavy equipment. He's struggling to keep himself from being crushed, so when I find nearby rope, I wrap it around his waist. "You ready?" I ask.

"Ready for what!?" he yells. Grinning, I yank him out from underneath the equipment, and he goes rolling towards me unharmed. "Woah," he says, surprised. "Thanks, your tough," he compliments, and I chuckle.

"Moms have to be tough," I tell him, and he freezes.

"Wait, you're a-" Using the distraction, I knock him out with a single punch.

"I don't want you getting hurt anymore kid," I murmur, shaking my hand. "Please stay down for now. Just until the fight's over." Next thing I know, I see a gigantic Scott grabbing one of the metal men, and he's having the time of his life. "Holy shit," I mumble, staring at him in awe. The fight gets even more dangerous now, and I'm doing everything I can to catch up to Steve and James.

They're almost to the hangar when the white haired man zips up to me. "Time to go, pretty lady," he states, picking me up without permission.

"Hey!" Before I can protest, he zips me up to the guys, setting me down.

"Thanks," James tells the man.

He grins, saluting. "Of course. Now go, we still have to keep everyone back." The man zips back to the fight and the three of us run, only for a yellow beam to cut a tower in half, said tower about to block the way.

"Shit!" I yell, trying to run faster.

"Language!" Steve scolds, and I roll my eyes.

A red barrier keeps the way open, and as I run, I look back to see the girl in red using her power to get us through. We barely make it on time when the red head who was interrogating me in the cell stops in front of us, blocking our path. Barnes is on my right, his left hand moving to my left hip as he stands defensively, and she stares at me for a second, connecting the dots. "You're not gonna stop," she sighs, looking at Steve now.

"You know I can't," he confirms, and she shakes her head.

"I'm gonna regret this," She mutters, bringing her arm up to aim. She fires, a yell from behind us alerting me to the Kitty who had followed us in, and I see him on the ground. "Go," she orders, and we don't have to be told twice. We make it to the quinjet and fly off, the ruins behind us showing the damage we did not only to the airport, but to the obvious friendships that these people had. I may not have known these people long, some not at all, but even I can see the heartbreak in Steve's eyes as he fought with his friends. Like I thought, this face-off did not end well.