Whatever It Takes

Chapter Three

Hiding in the crevaces of the airport, Emma pulled her mask over her face. Anger swelled in her stomach, brewed like a storm.

It had come true. All of it.

The pointing of fingers, an argument over government accords. All that was left was the blood bath.

Whoever bled, Emma would be sure it wouldn't be Peter. Her kid brother who gave her hand a gentle squeeze. Peter felt the anxiety racing through her from her palm. Before slipping his own mask on, he assured her the same he had in the past 6 months.

"Everything's going to be okay. "

Below them, Tony announced he had run out patience, "Underoos!" Iron Man called to Peter who wasted no time in shooting a web at Captain America's shield. Peter stuck a landing on a large truck before the two groups. His eyes squinted slightly at Captain America, who looked dumbfounded at Tonys new addition.

"Nice Job, kid," Tony applauded.

"Thanks. Well I could have stuck the landing a little better. It's just the suit... Well it's nothing, Mr. Stark, it's - outs perfect, thank you."

Emma grew more anxious from her spot above. Any time now, Pete...

Finally, Peter threw the shield up to introduce his sister. "Catch!"

Emma shot a web at the shield, landing her feet on Steve Rogers back for just a moment before latching another web onto the truck and flipping her body to make the landing. The shield was heavier than expected, even with her heightened strength to support it. Emma said nothing, even as Peter made a friendly introduction to the opposing side.

Steve took in the two kids above him. Namely the girl whose black and red suit nearly matched the boy's. The Captain huffed, "you've been busy."

"And you've been a complete idiot. Dragging in Clint, 'rescuing' Wanda from a place she didn't even want to leave; a safe place. I'm trying to..." Emma navigated the expressions on Tony's face. The threats of a crack in his voice, the almost desperation in his eyes. She was still livid with him for dragging Peter into his personal affairs, but she couldn't help but feel sympathy for the man clad in iron in response to his next words.

"I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart!" Tears just barely didn't make Tony Stark's eyes. Steve however, didn't seem to care. "You did that when you signed," he settled. Emma made a quick decision in her brain. I'm hitting you first.

Tony had enough, "Alright, we're done. You're going to turn Barnes over and come with us NOW!" the billionaire's voice seethed, "or a squad of J-SOC guys with no compunction about being impolite." Steve looked off to the side. Tonys tone rested, his words now barely above a whisper.  "Come on."

From inside the airport, Sam Wilson reported his drones findings to Captain America, Bucky Barnes stood close beside him. "We found it," he stated, "their Quinjet's in hanger five, North runway."

A pin sized Scott Lang sat on the edge of Captain America's shield, waiting for his moment. Steve held his wrists in the air welcoming an arrow from seemingly nowhere to cut the webs free from his hands. Iron Man shut his helmet. Things were going to get messy very soon.

"Alright, Lang," at the sound of Steve's approval, Ant Man expanded himself and delivered a swift kick to Emma's jaw, taking the shield along with him as a sort of prize. He flipped backward and handed the shield back to Steve. "I believe this is yours, Captain America,"

Emma smirked, though you couldn't see it past her mask "someone's a fan," she quipped at the man.

"Ah great," Tony sounded exasperated already. His eyes fluttered about the holograms that appeared and scattered before him from inside his helmet. "There's two on the parking deck. One of thems Maximoff, I'm gonna go grab her."