The Soldat, The Captain and The Asset

3.10: The Airport

STEVE RUNS THROUGH THE UNDERPASS quickly, now dressed fully in his Captain America uniform. He jogs quickly over to where a private runway is hidden from the majority of sight, making sure that he isn't likely to be seen by others. He quickly makes his way over to a ground helicopter sitting on the tarmac, only for an electro-disabler to be hit at the chopper, frying the mechanisms. Steve skids to a halt, looking up at the two suits of armour hovering in the sky, descending to the ground. One red and gold - Iron Man - and the other silver and dark blue - War Machine.

"Wow, it's so weird how you run into people at the airport." Tony chuckles, looking at Rhodey, his feet hitting the ground and the helmet retracting. "Don't you think that's weird?"

"Definitely weird." Rhodey replies jokingly.

"Hear me out, Tony." Steve argues. "That doctor, the psychiatrist, he's behind all of this." He comes closer to Tony.

As he walks, suddenly T'Challa jumps down from a truck, the claws of his uniform extended. He looks over at Steve, his mask still fully on. "Captain." He greets, his voice even and formally, such a stark contrast from Tony's manner.

Steve nods his head slightly out of respect. "Your highness." He says before his eyes draw back to Tony in a harsh glare.

"Anyway, Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you in." Tony informs Steve, looking at the man in exacerbation. "That was 24 hours ago. Can you help a brother out?" He forces a smile.

"Your judgement is askew." Tony says harshly. "Your old war buddy killed innocent people yesterday."

Sasha goes to say something in response when Steve cuts her off with a hand. "And there are five more super soldiers just like him..." He points over to the girl. "...like her. I can't let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can't."

"Steve..." Natasha says softly. "...you know what's about to happen. Do you really wanna punch your way out of this one?" She tilts her head to the side.

"All right, I've run out of patience." He sighs before cupping his mouth. "Underoos!" He calls and suddenly a web shoots out and attaches to Steve's shield, flinging it away from him before another comes and binds his arms. Peter, dressed in a red and blue more updated Spider-Man suit flips down, the Shield held in his arm tightly. "Nice job, kid."

"Thanks." Peter answers. "Well, I could've stuck the landing a little better. It's just the new suit..." He trails off, his eyes widening. "Well, it's nothing, Mr. Stark. It's--it's perfect. Thank you." He rambles.

"Yeah, we don't really need to start a conversation." Tony cuts him off.

"Okay." Peter says quietly. "Cap... Captain. Big fan, I'm Spider-Man." He informs him, happiness in his voice, not really getting the whole context of staying quiet in such tense situations.

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

"Hey, everyone." Peter greets, his voice childish and gleeful.

"...Good job." Tony says softly before his eyes trace back over Steve.

"You've been busy." Steve remarks.

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

"You did that when you signed." Steve argues with him.

"Alright, We're done." Tony answers. "You're gonna turn Barnes over, you're gonna come with us. NOW! Because it's us! Or a squad of J-SOC guys..." He reminds him. "...with no compunction about being impolite." Steve looks aside, away from him." Steve looks away from him. "Come on."