Blood & Honor||Bucky Barnes FF

Escape

Amari jogged alongside Spider-Man as they watched Steve Rogers' team race toward the Quinjet, desperation etched across their faces. Just as the distance between them closed, a sudden, sizzling beam of energy sliced through the air, stopping them all in their tracks. Vision hovered above, his voice calm but firm.

"Captain Rogers," Vision announced. "I know you believe what you're doing is right. But for the collective good, you must surrender now."

Amari and the others gathered, forming a barrier in front of Steve's team, blocking their access to the hangar.

Sam Wilson glanced at Steve, his voice tense. "What do we do, Cap?"

Steve's expression hardened. "We fight."

Natasha Romanoff, standing nearby, sighed heavily. 

"This is gonna end well," she muttered, her sarcasm undercutting the seriousness of the situation.

Both teams sized each other up, each side grim and determined, before breaking into a full sprint toward each other. The air was thick with tension, and soon, chaos erupted as fists and weapons clashed. 

Amari swung her spear with precision, aiming at Scott Lang, while out of the corner of her eye, she caught glimpses of T'Challa locked in battle with Bucky Barnes.

Amari fought with skill and agility, but Scott suddenly shrank to his tiny size and disappeared from view. Her attention snapped to Clint Barton as she saw him fire an arrow at Tony Stark. 

Without hesitation, Amari rammed the blunt end of her spear into Clint's back, disrupting his aim and sending him stumbling forward.

Clint regained his footing and turned to face her, sizing her up. "And who are you?"

Amari stood her ground, her spear held ready. "Normally, I'd say I'm the princess of Wakanda. But right now, I'm fighting for justice for my father."

Clint smirked, preparing for the fight. "Good to know."

With that, they began to exchange blows. Clint swung his bow like a staff, while Amari used her spear to deflect and strike back. As they clashed, Scott suddenly grew to his towering form, as tall as a building, causing both Amari and Clint to briefly stop and look in disbelief. Scott grabbed James Rhodes, tossing him through the air like a ragdoll. 

Amari could hear the frantic voices in her earpiece.

"Holy shit!" Peter Parker shouted.

"Okay, tiny dude is big now. He's big now," Rhodes confirmed over comms.

Tony's voice followed, filled with frustration. "Give me back my Rhodey!"

Amari's heart pounded as she swung her spear in a sharp arc, blocking Clint Barton's relentless strikes. Every clash of their weapons echoed through the hangar, the intensity of the battle only growing as the fighting continued around them. Clint was nimble, using his bow like a staff, striking at her from every angle, but Amari held her ground, deflecting his blows with the precision of a warrior trained by the Dora Milaje.

Just as she parried one of his strikes, out of the corner of her eye, she saw her brother, T'Challa, sprinting toward them. Clint reacted quickly, drawing two arrows and firing them in a single fluid motion. Amari barely had time to shout a warning before T'Challa, unflinching, caught both arrows mid-flight, his reflexes faster than the explosions that followed. The arrowheads burst into fiery flashes, but her brother stood firm, dropping the remains of the projectiles as if they were nothing. His claws extended from his suit as he rose, his gaze fixed on Clint.

Clint smirked, flattening his bow and twirling it expertly. "We haven't met yet. I'm Clint."

T'Challa's voice was cold, dismissive. "I don't care."

In a blur of motion, Clint struck first, his bow swinging toward T'Challa. But T'Challa moved with the grace of a panther, ducking and weaving through the strikes with effortless agility. He countered with a high kick, sending Clint stumbling back, momentarily stunned. 

Amari stepped in beside her brother, her spear moving like an extension of herself, reinforcing his attacks and driving Clint further back.

But even as she fought, Amari's sharp gaze caught sight of Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes in the distance, sprinting toward the Quinjet parked near the hangar. Ant-Man,  towering over the battlefield, was faltering under the combined efforts of Tony, Vision, and the others. The chaos was everywhere, but she couldn't let them escape.

"T'Challa!" Amari called out, her voice cutting through the noise. She nodded toward the hangar, urgency lining her words. "Go after them! I've got this!"

T'Challa didn't hesitate. His eyes met hers for a brief moment, filled with understanding. With a swift nod, he broke off from the fight and raced toward Steve and Bucky, disappearing into the fray as he pursued his target. Amari turned her full attention back to Clint, blocking another of his strikes with the shaft of her spear.

Clint, his breath labored, grinned at her. "Gotta say, you're pretty good."

She didn't reply, her focus narrowing on every movement, waiting for an opening. She was trained for this—precision, endurance, strategy. And she wouldn't let him distract her.

Above them, Vision hovered, his eyes tracking Steve and Bucky's movements. Amari could see the energy gathering at the stone on his forehead, and in the next instant, a brilliant beam of energy shot out, slicing through the air and striking the control tower near the hangar. The tower groaned under the force, metal and concrete crumbling as it collapsed, cutting off Steve and Bucky's path to the Quinjet.

The ground shook beneath them as debris from the tower crashed down, sending a cloud of dust into the air. Amari didn't flinch. Her spear spun in her hands as she blocked another strike from Clint, their fight growing more intense as the battle around them raged on. But her mind remained sharp, her body in tune with every movement. 

Over comms, she heard Peter Parker's excited voice. "Hey, guys, you ever see that really old movie, Empire Strikes Back?"

"Jesus, Tony, how old is this kid?" Rhodes asked, slightly exasperated.

Tony sighed. "I don't know, I didn't carbon-date him. He's on the young side."

"You know that part where they're on the snow planet with the walking thingies?" Peter continued, as he swung webs around Scott's legs, trying to trip him.

Tony's voice suddenly brightened. "Maybe the kid's onto something."

"Go high now, Tony. Go high," Rhodes instructed, as he and Tony powered up toward Scott's head, landing synchronized blows that finally sent the massive Scott Lang toppling over. As Scott shrank back to his normal size, the battlefield briefly settled.

Amari, still grappling with Clint, knocked him to the ground, pointing her spear at his chest. But her attention was quickly drawn to the starting Quinjet, where she saw T'Challa leap, trying to catch hold. But it was too late—the Quinjet lifted off, escaping into the sky.

Stark and Rhodes took off after the jet, Falcon trailing behind him. Over her comms, she heard Rhodes' voice. "Vision, I've got a bandit on my six!"

Sam fired explosives at Rhodes, shaking his flight path. Then, in a fateful moment, Vision fired his laser, aiming at Falcon, but it overshot and hit War Machine square in the chest, severing the core of his suit.

"RHODEY!" Tony's scream echoed across the comms.

Amari's eyes widened in horror as she watched Rhodes lose power, plummeting uncontrollably toward the ground. His suit spewed black smoke as Tony and Sam dove after him, desperate to catch him, but it was too late. Rhodes crashed into the grassy field with a sickening impact.

Iron Man landed near his fallen friend, frantically pulling off Rhodes' faceplate. Tony looked shocked and angry, his expression distorted as he checked for vital. Falcon landed nearby, his wings retracting as he approached cautiously.

Before Sam could offer a word, Tony shot him back with a blast of energy, anger surging through him. Vision landed softly, his face filled with regret as he took in the scene. The weight of the battle's cost was suddenly clear to everyone. The colonel lay broken, and the fight, no matter who won, had already exacted a terrible price.