"Now I see. The demon is me."
Lisa May Stark is so much more than the child she used to be when she and her father were kidnapped in Afghanistan five years ago. She's Iron Man's daughter, she's the Red Raven, she's, well, you know who she is...
what a shame we all became such fragile broken things a memory remains, just a tiny spark i give it all my oxygen, to let the flames begin let the flames begin───paramore
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flughafen leipzig-halle airport, germany june 10, 2016 ( crossover )
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Steve Rogers walks out from underneath an overhang, dressed in his complete uniform and his red, white, and blue shield in hand. The supersoldier glances around before breaking into a run towards the helicopter that waits. A sudden small missile flies through the air and stabs into the chopper's side. Steve steps to a stop, watching as an electric charge shoots through the machine and leaves it lifeless. Tony, dressed in his Iron Man suit, hovers about forty feet away before he flies over and lands hard onto the ground. War Machine drops down beside him, his metal boots clanking as he hits the cement. Steve watches them with a careful expression.
"Wow, it's so weird how you run into people at the airport." Tony quips as his helmet pulls back and he glances over at Rhodey, "Don't you think that's weird?"
"Definitely weird." His best friend plays along which the Stark responds to with a thoughtful nod.
"Hear me out, Tony," Steve cuts the joking mood, saying in a measured tone, "That doctor, the psychiatrist, he's behind all of this."
A man in a black vibranium suit leaps over a nearby truck, landing gracefully onto the ground just as his ex-girlfriend flies and drops down beside him. It's a simultaneous motion as the pair slowly straighten up to look at the supersoldier.
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"Captain." T'Challa speaks up lowly.
"Your Highness," Steve bows his head slightly before looking at the brunette beside him, "Lisa."
"Steve." Lisa nods her own hello, but her movements are stiff and unnatural.
"Anyway." Tony steps around Rhodey's side, "Ross gave me thirty-six hours to bring you in. That was twenty-four hours ago. Can you help a brother out?"
