The Sapphire Spirit | Book One~Captain America: Civil War

C H A P T E R 26

I decided to take a rest and just hover over everyone for a while. I don't know where Peter scurried off to. Probably off to verse Steve one-on-one. I shook my head; He might be stupid, but no way he's that stupid... right?

Below, I watched as Clint and Natasha pulled out their batons. Well, Natasha pulled out her's. Clint was using his bow as a weapon other than... a bow. Well, what do you expect me to say? He was using it like a baton? No, that's just stupid.... But he was, in case you were wondering.

Natasha tried to jab her baton at Clint's neck, but he blocked the attack with his bow. Him arm shout out in a fist. Natasha grabbed his arm and wrenched it to the side. I winced. Clint took the opportunity to do some sort of ballet move. You know, like the one where both people turn under the bridge? No? Well, he did, then flipped her over his arm, pinning her down with his bow.

"We're still friends, right?" Natasha asked out of nowhere.

"Depends on how hard you hit me." Clint smiled. Natasha spun him with her legs. As she was about to kick Clint's head, her foot stopped, glowing red. I looked over to the side, seeing Wanda. She sent Natasha flying somewhere else, then turned to Clint.

"You were pulling your punches," I heard her say. Clint nodded sheepishly. THen she turned to look up at me, as if she knew the whole time I was there. "Chloe, get down here and fight." She called, then flew away.

I saw Bucky fighting T'Challa on his own; And he didn't seem to be doing great. I flew towards them.

Bucky and T'Challa were fighting vigorously, aiming for each others' throats. Well, Bucky had his metal hand around T'Challa's neck, and the Wakandan was raking his claws at Bucky's. "I didn't kill your father." Bucky spat, trying more for defense than offense.

"Then why did you run?" T'Challa pulled Bucky's hand off his neck, then spun him, kicking him in mid-air. Bucky flew backwards, and I flew down to help. T'Challa's claws gleamed in the sun. He went right for Bucky's neck.

I flew right in front of Bucky and pushed him out of the way. T'Challa barreled into me, just barely missing my own neck. We tumbled over each other for a few seconds before he pinned me.

"Fight your own battles," he snarled. "This is between me and the assassin only. I will avenge my father!"

"You will," I agreed. "But not by killing Bucky."

T'Challa growled and shot for my throat, but I stopped his claws, which glowed a light blue. I threw him off me, sending him crashing into a passenger gangway.

Something caught my eye. I looked up to see a flash of blue and red swinging past. I flew after Peter to see where he was headed. Whaaaaat? He's going to do something stupid, you already know it, and you don't want me going after him? Jeez.

I followed him at a distance to see what he was doing. Peter shot a web at... Steve? Was he serious? I mentally facepalmed; This dude was taking on Captain America... the Captain America... alone. "This idiot," I muttered to myself. "He's gonna get his as— his butt handed to him."

Peter swung past Steve and shot a web at him. Steve hid begins his shield, the web bouncing off it harmlessly. Peter swing into a truck to sit on.

"That thing does not obey the laws of physics at all." Peter said, totally businesslike. I did a double take; He actually sounded like he knew what the hell he was doing. I was impressed.

"Look kid." Steve sighed. "There's a lot going on here that you don't understand."

"Mr. Stark said you'd say that. Wow." He fired webs, which stuck to Steve's shield and some to his ankle. Peter jerked the webbing and Steve lost his balance, sliding towards him. Peter kicked him backwards then rolled clear. "He also said to go for your legs."