Steve in his uniform strides through an underpass, then jogs onto a private runway, heading for a grounded chopper. I come up behind him and catch up to him. An electro-disabler slams onto the chopper and Steve looks up. Iron Man and War Machine decent.
Me: Shit that was our ride.
Tony : Wow, it's so weird how you run into people at the airport. Don't you think that's weird?
Rhodey: Definitely weird.
Steve : Hear me out, Tony. That doctor, the psychiatrist, he's behind all of this.
T'Challa leaps over a truck.
T'challa: Captain. Y/n.
Me: T'challa.
Steve: Your highness.
Tony: Anyway, Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you in. That was 24 hours ago. Can you help a brother out?
Me: Brother?
Steve: You're after the wrong guy.
Tony: Your judgment is askew. Your old war buddy killed innocent people yesterday.
Steve: And there are five more super soldiers just like him. I can't let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can't.
Nat: Steve, Y/n. . . you know what's about to happen. Do you really wanna punch your way out of this one?
Me: More like kick, blast, stab ohhh and burn.
I said sarcastically.
Tony: All right, I've run out of patience. Underoos!
Peter shoots a web, stealing Steve's shield and binding his hands.
Tony: Nice job, kid.
Peter: 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
Tony Stark: Yeah, we don't really need to start a conversation.
Me: Hey Spidey!
Peter: Hey y/n!
Me: How's MJ?
Peter: Mj's great. Still hasn't noticed me though, I think.......
Tony: Yeah, we'll talk about it later. Just . . .
Peter: Hey, everyone.
Tony: . . . Good job.
Me: Wow you finally said it. Kid has been waiting for that. You've been working on your reassurance.
Tony: 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 . . . I'm trying to keep you guys from tearing the Avengers apart.
Me: You did that when you signed.
Tony: 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. Come on.
Sam Wilson: [He radios Steve.] We found it. Their Quinjet's in hanger five, north runway.
Steve holds his hands up and I shoot I burn the web.
Me: Kid those webs are disgusting. Alright, Lang.
Peter Parker: Hey, guys, something . . .
Rhodey: Whoa. What--what the hell was that?
Scott retrieves Steve's shield.
Scott: I believe this is yours, Captain America.
Tony: Oh, great. Alright, there's two on the parking deck. One of them's Maximoff, I'm gonna grab her. Rhodey, you want to take Cap?
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FanfictionA seemingly ordinary girl, life is changed when she is mysteriously kidnapped by Odin, the ruler of Asgard. Imbued with newfound superpowers, Y/n's life takes a darker turn as she becomes entangled with the shadowy organization Hydra. As Y/n grapple...
