White | B. BARNES

Chapter 31

📍 Leipzig/Halle Airport | June 2016

Steve and Sapphire in their uniform, strode through an underpass, then jogged onto a private runway, heading for a grounded chopper. An electro-disabler slam onto the chopper, and Steve looked up. Iron Man and War Machine descend.

"Wow, it's so weird how you run into people at the airport. Don't you think that's weird?" Tony said sarcastically.

"Definitely weird," Rhodey replied.

"Hear me out, Tony. That doctor, the psychiatrist, he's behind all of this," Steve explained.

T'Challa leaped over a truck, "Captain."

"Your highness," Steve acknowledged.

"Anyway, Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you in. That was 24 hours ago. Can you help a brother out?" Tony asked, rounding Rhodey.

"You're after the wrong guy," Sapphire spoke coldly.

"Your judgment is askew. Your boyfriend killed innocent people yesterday," Tony retorted.

"And there are five more super soldiers just like him. I can't let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can't," Steve replied.

"Steve... you know what's about to happen. Do you really wanna punch your way out of this one?" Natasha asked from behind.

"All right, I've run out of patience. Underoos!" Tony shouted.

Someone shot a web, stealing Steve's shield and binding his hands.

"Nice job, kid," Tony complimented.

"Thanks. Well, I could've stuck the landing a little better. It's just the new suit... Well, it's nothing, Mr. Stark. It's--it's perfect. Thank you," the red spandex-wearing man said.

"Yeah, we don't really need to start a conversation," Tony said.

"Okay. Cap... Captain. Big fan, I'm Spider-Man," he introduced. "Hey, lady. I like your hair. Are you from Outerspace?"

Sapphire furrowed her brows in question.

"I don't mean that as a bad thing. I find it cool, actually-"

"Yeah, we'll talk about it later. Just..." Tony interrupted him.

"Hey, everyone," Spider-man greeted.

"...Good job."

"You've been busy," Steve motioned to him, still with his hands tied.

"And you've been a complete idiot. Dragging in Clint. 'Rescuing' Wanda from a place she doesn't even want to leave, a safe place. I'm trying to keep..." Tony sighed, "I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart."

"You did that when you signed," Steve retorted.

"Alright, We're done. You're gonna turn Barnes over, you're gonna come with us. Now! Because it's us! Or a squad of J-SOC guys...with no compunction about being impolite," Tony exclaimed as Steve looked aside. "Come on."

"We found it. Their Quinjet's in hanger five, north runway," Sam spoke through the earpiece with Bucky.

Steve held his hands up, and Clint shot an arrow with Scott on it, cutting the web off, "Alright, Lang."

"Hey, guys, something..." Peter called in weary.

"Whoa. What--what the hell was that?"

Scott retrieved Steve's shield, growing in size, "I believe this is yours, Captain America."