Avengers Preferences and Imagines

Desperate Measures | T. Stark

Desperate Measures

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The covers were up to your chin, yet you still felt the cold wrap your body as if the blanket wasn't doing anything to preserve your warmth. Sighing, you turned over to look at Tony. Maybe his peaceful features would lull you into some sort of light sleep.

But even through the darkness, you saw his side of the bed empty. Your hand numbly reached out and ran over the bare mattress and your eyes shut harshly.

Something you could do since the age of 14 was sense pain.

You could feel the nightmare he had, it shook in your skull and hurt to even curl your toes. What you saw managed to break a sob from your throat.

"Buck," Steve spoke. "Do you remember me?"

Bucky slowly peeled his gaze from the ground. His face was dirtied and his hair was a curtain over his eyes that refused to be drawn back.

"Your mom's name is Sarah. You used to wear newspapers in your shoes."

Sam raised his eyebrows and Steve smiled. He remembered.

"You're a wanted man." Steve explained as people began to run amok in the city. Buildings tumbled and their windows had been blown out, replaced with clouds of smoke and fire.

"I don't do that anymore." Bucky insisted.

"Well people who think you did are coming right now. And they're not planning on taking you alive."

Bucky's eyes widened, and Steve could read him like a book. Bucky new this wasn't going to end well for anyone. Steve did too. He removed the shield from his back and rammed it into five people at once.

"Captain, while great many see you as a hero, there are some who prefer the word vigilante."

Steve's head rested in his palm, wanting to say so much at once, yet his red cheeks were signifying that he was holding back. Sam stared directly forward, refusing eye contact with anyone while Natasha furrowed her eyebrows incredulously.

"You've operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That's something the world can no longer toletrate."

Steve's eyes closed, trying to sort out what is to come. But he could not. What was supposed to happen would happen and he knew wether he was ready or not, the world is going to tumble at his feet, with only one man by his side. And he would have to fight that man. Possibly to the death.

"I know how much Bucky means to you," Natasha began and Bucky clenched his teeth. "Stay out of this one. Please. You'll only make this worse."

"There will be consequences."

Steve latched his shield on his back and stood, watching.

Guns cocked foward, men on their knees, shouting.

The doors were forced open and Steve walked forward shield facing outwards.

"Captain, you seem a little defensive." Tony spoke walking forward as well.

"Well it's been a long day."

"If you can't except limitations, you're no better than the bad guys." Tony spat.

Sam stepped forward through the bustling crowd next to Steve as Bucky grabbed a gun with clenched teeth.

"That's not the way I see it."

Steve looked towards Bucky and placed his hand on his shoulder, forcing a smile. It wasn't going to be a clear night until this was all over. No lucky stars for a long time.

"Sometimes I want to punch you in your perfect teeth." Tony cocked his head to the side.

Steve averted his gaze away from the man and shook his head.

"I just want to make sure we consider all our options. 'Cause people who shoot at you usually wind up shooting at me too." Sam explained launching himself from the top of a building. The wings spread as he dodged bullets from a copter hidden somewhere in the clouds.

Bullets rained down on Steve as well, and he covered himself with his arms, crouching behind an overturned car.

"You know what's about to happen." Natasha glared as Steve burst through a window. "Do you really want to punch your way out of this?"

Steve stood still, Clint, Wanda and Bucky behind him as they stilly stared at Tony and Rhodey.

Bucky ran like his heels were on fire, constantly looking behind him, and explosions shot up from the ground, shaking the city.

"What do we do?" Sam asked.

"We fight." Steve commanded as they charged forward.

Black Panther lunged at Bucky as his back rammed into crates with great force.

Natasha flipped Panther onto the ground, looking up to see the sky darken as war began.

Steve fought to hold on to the helicopter and rim of helipad, clenching his teeth, crying out. Soot littered his face, and his shirt began to tear.

Bucky threw Tony against the wall and gripped his arc reactor.

The three of them fought, trying to gain the upper hand, trying to end this all. It would never be the same, and minds have been robbed of their priorities.

"Sorry Tony. You know I wouldn't do this if I had any other choice." Steve struggled to catch his breath.

Tony sat on the ground, his helmet next to him, his eyes were dark and Bucky turned to Steve.

"But he's my friend."

"So was I."

You know Tony doesn't want to hurt Steve.

But you also knew Tony does what has to be done to finish a job.

And you weren't sure of his mercy this time.

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Civil War. Joss Whedon. Perf. Chris Evans and Robert Downey Jr. Marvel, 2016. Trailer.

(Citation for trailer please don't sue me)