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《15》Raging Flames, Part III

(Song: Have a Nice Day - Bon Jovi)

《 Tia's POV 》

As I stooped to pick up my discarded pole thing, I realised Peter had vanished from my side. I turned in a full circle to see him webbing Rhodey in order to prevent him from smashing into the side of an airplane.

"Look out, you guys!" I bellowed. Scott was now throwing huge bits of debris and airplane wings everywhere. I saw Vision shield T'Challa, before T'Challa realised Steve and Bucky were heading for the aircraft and sprinting after them. Sam and Tony looked like they were playing (a very dangerous version of) tag as they zoomed around giant Scott.

"Okay, anybody on our side hiding any shocking and fantastic abilities they'd like to disclose?" Tony's voice questioned, "I'm open to suggestions."

At that moment, he got slammed in the face by Redwing. I swear I didn't laugh. Okay, maybe a little.

"You wanna get to them, you gotta go through me!" Scott's voice boomed around the airport. I jumped to the side and barrel-rolled to avoid his giant foot as he stomped on a row of boxes. A sudden series of explosions went off around giant Scott's shoulders, and a moment later, Peter was swinging around his arms. The rest of the team (apart from Natasha, who was probably off near the aircraft, and T'Challa, who was busy kicking Clint out of the MCU with his famous "I don't care" line) joined in.

"Yo, Peter! Web me up?" I called. Peter wasted no time in shooting a web down at my arm.

This is gonna be awesome...!

The web stretched taught, and I swung off the ground. I ended up (completely failing at a) landing on giant Scott's shoulder. I stumbled as Scott swiped Peter away from his helmet, but managed to hook the tiny pole on Scott's shoulder armour. I gripped it tight, and to my surprise, it extended into a larger version of itself. A fighting staff?

BOOM.

This time, I nearly fell off completely as Vision totally cannon-balled into Scott's stomach, causing him to stumble backwards into an airplane. Vision glided forwards, straight through Scott.

"SOMETHING JUST FLEW IN ME!" Scott yelled in a panic.

"WELL, YOU DID TELL US THAT IF WE WANTED TO STOP STEVE AND BUCKY, WE'D HAVE TO GO THROUGH YOU!" I shouted at him from his shoulder, "And Vision just happened to take that literally."

"Uhm, good point... But get off my shoulder!"

Goddammit.

I unhinged my staff from Scott's armour and used it as leverage to hurl myself into open air for what felt like the tenth time today.

This time (thankfully), my fire teleport thing actually worked, and I ended up skidding to a halt in front of Steve and Bucky (while Vision was laser-ing the building and Wanda was trying to stop it from falling).

"Listen, kid, you don't want to do this..." Steve said (instinctively stepping in front of Bucky to shield him from potential harm, oh my god I ship them so much), "You don't know what's going on."

"I do know!" I retorted truthfully, then pulled out my earpiece so no one else on my team could hear what I was about to tell Steve, "Listen, after all of this, Wanda, Sam, Clint and Scott are going to be taken and detained at the Raft Prison. You are going to have to get them out of there, got it? At this rate, Earth's going to need all of you soon."

When Thanos arrives.

"Steve, we have to go..." Bucky said quietly.

"Right... Thank you," Steve nodded to me.

"Oh, and pretend you punched me or something!" I added, "It will look less suspicious that way, y'know?"

I inserted my ear piece back in again and braced myself. Steve hesitated, then threw his shield at me. I raised my staff to deflect the blow, but deliberately jumped backwards (tripping over upon landing). I heard Steve and Bucky's footsteps thud past me.

"Hey, guys! You ever see that really old movie?" Peter's voice yelled eagerly, "'Empire Strikes Back'?"

Scrambling to my feet, I grinned, "YES! Are we gonna re-enact the Hoth battle scene?"
I do NOT want to miss this!
I sprinted towards a set of airplane boarding stairs, taking them two at a time, and jumped onto the roof of the airplane behind Scott.

"Jesus, Tony, just how old are these two?!" Rhodey's voice demanded.

"I don't know!" Tony's exasperated voice replied, "I didn't carbon-date them."

"Yes! Yes, the Hoth bit!" Peter replied excitedly, "With the snow ships and the walking thingies! I got the legs!"

"I'll get the top, then!" I called, running along the length of an airplane and jumping from it onto a large stack of wooden containers, so I was about level with Scott's shoulders. Peter was rapidly swinging around Scott's legs repeatedly, tying them together.

"Maybe they're onto something...!" Tony acknowledged reluctantly.

"High now, Tony, go high!" Rhodey ordered. I guess I get the middle, now, then?

In unison, Tony and Rhodey zoomed towards Scott's helmet, drawing back their fists. I took a running leap of the stack of containers. Tony and Rhodey slammed into Scott's head, while I crashed (staff-first) into his midriff. Our combined momentum coupled with Peter's webbing caused Scott to stumble backwards.

"Yes! That was awesome- OOF!" Peter's cheer was cut short as he collided with one of Scott's flailing hands. He went catapulting into my trusty stack of containers.

I (being the complete idiot I am) was still standing on giant Scott's stomach... who was now falling into an airplane.

"Bombs away!" I screeched, throwing myself off the side off Scott's armour and crashing painfully onto the ground. Ow... My FACE! Ow, my everything! Internal sobbing. Ow, my feelings!

Bits of airplane debris showered over me, resulting in me muttering a range of very colourful words. Giant Scott nearly squashed me with his arm as he smashed to the ground, casting a wide shadow over me.

Abruptly, the shadow above me vanished.

"Have you shrunk back to normal human size?" I croaked, spitting out a mouthful of dust.

"Yes..." Came the pained reply from the other side of the rubble, "Do you have any orange slices?"

"No, sorry..." Groaning, I tried to sit up as the shadow of a jet zoomed over us.

"Tia, status?" Tony's voice echoed urgently through my earpiece.

"Man, I think I broke a rib... I think I'm done..." I reported, then added to Scott, "You done?"

"Absolutely, my head feels like it's exploding."

I faintly heard Tony's voice ordering Vision to stop Sam, and I jerked upright into a sitting position, wincing in pain.

"No, Vision, don't!" I shouted, "You'll hit-"

There was an explosion sound from the earpiece, followed by lots of yelling.

"-Rhodey..."