Target Heart|| Civil War Fanfiction

Chapter 13

I'm back!

I've been writing in the morning after I wake up and it seems I can write a lot when I'm half awake...
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If there was one thing I didn't miss about the nineteen forties, it was the bloody corsets.

My suit, as I forgot to kindly mention, was a corset at the top (a beautiful one but still a painful one). Wanda had sneakily tricked me into wearing one and then realised my suit had one so she glitzed it up.

Hence the sparkles.

I sat against a truck and watched as Steve walked out to meet Stark and co. Stark had that cocky swagger on and it was annoying me.

My fingers started tapping against my knee, unwillingly and unstoppable. I looked over to the other side and Clint was with Wanda, whispering to her. Scott was elsewhere, probably behind Wanda and Sam was taking Bucky the long way to the quinjet and hopefully safer as well.

"You've been busy."
"And you've been a complete idiot." Through Steve's mind, I could see the assemble before him. Stark, Vision, Natasha and T'Challa.

Steve kept talking to Stark before Stark seemed to get bored.

"Okay. Enough of this." Then he yelled something I didn't catch. Above me, there was a loud noise and then a flash of red.

"Hey Cap."
"What's going on?" I demanded, coming out, hips swaying with me trying to look more confident. I look at Steve to see he had his hands tied with a white, sticky looking substance.

"Holy-. What the hell?" I almost screamed in shock at what was standing on the cab of a truck.

"Who are you?"
"Pet-"
"Spider-Man."
"Who?" Steve and I asked at the same time. I looked at the 'Spider-man' and frowned. Searching through his mind, I was left in shock at the fact he was only a kid.

"He's a flippen kid." I whispered and Steve groaned. Behind me, I head Wanda, Clint and Scott come out and stand with us.

"Clint?"
"Hey man."
"You're supposed to be retired."
"I am." Without looking, I could see that Clint was radiating with sass. It made me smile but the fact that Steve's hands were still tied was annoying me.

"I mean, I retire for 5 minutes and everything turns to shit. Oh, hey Vision. I see you're still around. How did it feel to have your ass kicked by a girl 300 feet into the ground?" Clint rambled but it was evident he was having fun making fun of everyone.

Getting sick of the spider, I imagined wrapping fingers around the shield and when I opened my eyes, I knew they had taken on the dangerous blue tint they usually go when doing what I was doing.

"Prepare to fight." I told them through the handy use of telepathy. I could sense Bucky and Sam break into a light jog.

"We're always ready to fight." They all responded and before Spidey- or  Peter- could react, I pulled and the shield came flying with him attached to it. The shield flew into my hands and I pushed the spider back three hundred metres, straight into T'Challa in his full on suit.

"Sorry." I ripped the webs off Steve and ran forward at T'Challa, shield in one hand and pulled a knife out of a sheath on my thigh and attacked, the rest following suit. However it may cause you great pain to remember that his suit was made of the same stuff as Steve's shield.

Vibranium.

"Oh for crying out loud..." T'Challa grabbed me around the throat and lifted me up, throwing me halfway across the airport like I was a softball.