Artemis: The Final Battle ➳ Steve Rogers [2]

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"Took you guys long enough." Tony says as we joined them in the room.

All available members of the team were already gathered as well, including the Guardians who had arrived early for tomorrow's meeting.

"What's going on?" I questioned.

"Bombs." Tony simply states, "Congratulations on the engagement, by the way. I would hug you, but I'm in the middle of something."

The room falls dead silent for a second and all eyes were on Steve and I now. Chaos soon ensues as all of them starts speaking over each other.

"Engagement? Why wasn't I told?" I hear Nat question.

Similar complains could be heard throughout the room, mostly from the original Avengers.

I let out an exasperated sigh, "It just happened twenty minutes ago and then we got called down here, alright? We were going to tell you."

Seemingly satisfied with my answer, the room quietens down.

"Tony, you were saying something about bombs?" Steve asks.

"Yeah, look at this." Tony says, pulling up a map.

The holographic image appears in front of us, separated into five parts, each showing a different area and in each one was a blinking red dot.

"Our dear Friends from Earth 2719 sent this to us. These locations have been rigged with enough explosives to bring down everything within a ten-mile radius." Tony says, "Good news is, I've managed to tap into nearby cameras, so we have a live feed. The bad news is we only have forty-three minutes to disarm them."

"What places are we looking at?" Steve asks.

"New York, Los Angeles and Chicago." Tony replies.

I stare at the image in front of me, worrying my bottom lip. Something just didn't feel right.

"There's got to be more to this than bombs." I say, "If they really wanted to blow these places up, why would they tell us?"

"They like watching us scramble." Bruce suggests with a shrug.

I shook my head, "I don't think that's it, I think this is a distraction."

"So, you think the bombs are fakes?" Nat asks next.

"No, I think they're real. That's what makes this trickier." I said.

"I think Cam's right." Steve agrees, "We should split up. Four teams; three goes out to defuse the bombs, one stays here just in case anything else happens."

"You better start giving orders, Cap. Thirty-nine minutes left." Tony warns.

Steve turns to me, his brows furrowed, "Your call, Cam."

I nod, already having a rough idea of how to split the team up, "Clint, Nat, you guys still remember your bomb training right?"