The Final Hope

Chapter 13

"Zemo" I muttered with disgust.

James stood back, also recognizing Zemo. He'd clearly encountered the man while he was with Hydra too.

Steve, Tony, and Bucky were all watching footage from December 16, 1991. That had been the night that the Winter Soldier had killed Howard and Maria Stark, Tony's parents. Tony hadn't known about the truth until now.

"Did you know" he asked Steve. The hurt was clear in his voice.

"Yes" he answered quietly. Tony's facial expression changed from one of hurt to one of anger.

I saw that Tony was ready to punch Bucky, so I moved forwards. If they started fighting, someone would end up dead. He went to strike, and I grabbed his arm.

"You don't have to do this, Tony" I whispered. I looked him right in the eye. It was like he didn't even see me at all.

"He killed my mother" he whispered, throwing me back. I crashed into the wall and fell to the ground. I heard something crack. It was probably one of my ribs, but that didn't matter at the moment.

"Shit" I whispered, shakily getting to my feet. I'd hit my head pretty hard, so the world was a little wobbly.

Tony was up in the air, holding Bucky by the throat.

Metal pipes started to fall. James stood there in shock, frozen like a deer in headlights. I ran and tackled him, probably saving his life. A pipe fell where he had been standing seconds before. If he hadn't died from that, he definitely would've been seriously injured.

"Get it together, you can't hesitate in a fight" I hauled him to his feet "ready".

He nodded. I blasted fire at Tony, making his armor weak. He had a cooling system, so at least the fire wouldn't roast him alive. Steve grabbed hold of Tony's foot and was striking his jets so he couldn't fly off.

Tony and Bucky flew into another room, and the concrete fell behind them. Steve, James, and I were trapped.

"Will, a little help" Steve said. I knew exactly what he meant. He wanted me to move the rocks. I shook the rubble, moving the chunks so we could get through. The three of us were climbing, trying to stop Tony from killing Bucky. There was an explosion, and James and I were thrown down into yet another room. The room was almost like a cave. There was a clear pattern of me getting thrown around like a rag doll today.

There were exits to the outside, letting snow in. The cold, fresh air felt nice. "James, are you alright" I asked, looking towards my brother.

"Yeah, I think so" he wasn't fine at all. His arm had a long gash from the fall.

"You're hurt" I noted. He looked down at his arm and almost threw up.

"There are rocks in my arm" he whispered. He sounded disgusted.

"Blast them out with your powers" I suggested. He did. Water dripped down his arm, mixing with gravel and blood to create a sort of watery mud-like substance.

"It's bleeding more" he muttered. He seemed overly concerned about something that would only leave a faint scar.

"I can see that, but it will heal" I stated.

Steve and Bucky tumbled down into the cavern-like room. Tony flew down and landed above us.

James went to go help Steve up, but I help my arm across his chest. "We have to stay out of this" I said, but I knew I wouldn't be able to stay out of it for long.

We watched, helpless, as Steve and Bucky beat Tony. Steve flew back and hit the ceiling with a sickening crack, but I knew that he would be fine. Tony was back on Bucky. He fired his repulsers, and Bucky lost his metal arm. He crashed into the corner with a thud.

Steve was back up, hitting Tony with everything he had. The men threw each other back, so they were on opposite sides of the room. I decided to step forwards.

"Will, no" James urged, grabbing my arm.

"I have to" I freed myself from his surprisingly strong grip.

Tony's repulsers fired up again. This time, they were aimed at me.

"Move" he said, the anger was clear in his voice.

"No, you move" I said, mimicking his time.

Tony fired at me.