Sophia Holmes and the Duplicate Man (Sherlock's Daughter Fanfic) *Completed*

Chapter Seven - Civil War Part VI

Clint is still up in the departure lounge when I get there and he turns, his bow and arrow fixed on me. He gives me a small smile.

"Like the suit."

"Thanks. It's a shame I have to use it for this."

He shakes his head in exasperation and lowers his bow. "Come on Soph. You can't seriously think tying the Avengers up in legal knots is a good idea, can you?"

"If it will stop innocent people getting hurt? Yeah, I do."

"But it's only going to cause more people to die! The time it takes to get the Avengers officially sanctioned is time we could have spent saving people and fighting off the bad guys."

"And how quickly have we rushed into situations without having a firm grasp of the situation? Without having a plan? How many lives has our recklessness taken, Clint?"

A girl in a long red leather coat steps out from one of the side rooms and Clint gives a short side glance. So she must have been the one to cause the 'incident' in Nigeria that Peter mentioned.

"You're the Maximoff girl, aren't you?" I ask, addressing her. She looks sullenly back at me. "I saw your brother briefly in Sokovia. Look, all you need to do is come back with us. You're a valuable asset - they won't detain you. If the hulk can learn to contain his rage, you can learn to control your powers."

"You don't know what you're talking about," she replies, moving her hands as she talks and firing a blast at me that knocks me backwards. I roll to my feet, but they have both already set off, running through the airport and heading downwards onto the tarmac. 

I sprint after them, but with Clint sending explosive arrows back to throw me, it's hard to get a clear shot with my stun guns. 

"Cleo? You got anything for me?" I ask, activating my glasses and dodging another arrow as it detonates.

"Targets heading towards hanger five on the north runway." 

I curse. That's where Nat parked the Quinjet. "Can you get me there any quicker?"

"Calculating route." I pick up my pace as a blue line appears to be projected on the ground in front of me and I follow it, staying up in the building as I run across the top. 

Two men run across in front of me, not seeming to spot me as they head off on the same route as me. This must be Barnes and Wilson, meaning something must have happened to T'Challa to stop him getting this far. 

As I raise my gun to fire at Barnes, I become aware of something on the outside of the glass. I look up, continuing to run, and smile as I see Peter scaling the outside of the building.

Barnes and Wilson notice him too. 

"What the hell is that?" I hear Barnes ask

"Everyone's got a gimmick now." Wilson replies, causing me to raise an eyebrow at the guy dressed as a Falcon. 

I drop back as Peter swings through the glass, kicking Wilson backwards. Barnes goes to throw a punch, but Peter catches it as he turns.

"You have a metal arm?" Barnes, apparently thrown off by the fact that he's fighting a kid, freezes and watches Peter curiously. "That is awesome, dude!"

I fire at Wilson as he picks himself up and tries flying into Peter, but it deflects off of his armour and he swoops past, picking Peter up and they struggle in mid-air.

My shot has caught the attention of Barnes, however and he turns, charging at me. Before I have time to fire again, he's on me, and we wrestle.

"Cleo," I breathe, grimacing as I try and defend myself against his metal arm. I don't know how Peter managed to catch it: Barnes is built like a machine. 

"Analysing fight pattern."

I feel a small vibration in the cuff of my left sleeve and act upon it, catching Barnes by surprise as my left fist collides with his face. He reacts, and we grapple for almost a minute as I try to follow Cleo's instructions in time to avoid being knocked unconscious by his metal arm, but with each blow, he seems to get stronger with the determination to finish me. His punches become quicker and I find it hard to keep up, and eventually, he catches me out and hurls me across the airport terminal. 

I slide across the floor, breathing heavily as I pick myself back up, but before I set off to follow Barnes, Peter swings over to me.

"Hi Sophie! I think I've got these two under control if you want to head off?"

"No, I can go a few more rounds," I say, then Peter fires a web at Barnes, tripping him. I raise an eyebrow. "Okay, I'll see you later. Don't get too close."

I set off again, watching out of the window as Clint and Maximoff run alongside the building a short way ahead and I speed up, overtaking them and rounding down to block them off. I duck back as Tony fires a rocket between us which explodes and forces them to stop.

"Wanda," Tony says, coming around and hovering beside me. "I think you hurt Vision's feelings.

"You locked me in my room," Maximoff replies.

"Okay. First, that's an exaggeration. Second, I did it to protect you. Hey, Clint."

"Hey, man."

"Clearly, retirement doesn't suit you. You got tired of shooting golf?"

"Well, I played 18, I shot 18. Just can't seem to miss." In one movement, Clint raises his bow and fires, but Tony deflects it and it detonates away from us.

"First time for everything."

"Made you look."

I gasp and turn around as I hear the sound of breaking metal, and roll out of the way moments before a car falls down to where I was previously standing. Looking up, I watch as dozens more come crashing down, Tony dodging him the best he can until one lands on top of him, knocking him to the ground. 

I look at the destroyed cars in some disbelief. Those cars belonged to people - some may have even gotten into debt to buy them, some may not have even been paid off yet. But in just a few flicks of her hand, Wanda Maximoff has caused hundreds of thousands of pounds worth of damage. And for what? 

"Tony?" I shout, running forward as Clint and Wanda move on. "Tony? Are you alright?"

"Yep," he groans, the heap of cars shifting slightly as he engages his thrusters. "That's going to smart in the morning. Where are they headed?"

"Hanger five, to our Quinjet."

"Alright, I'll round up the others. Slow them down."

I nod and we set off in opposite directions. I realise pretty quickly, however, that I'm not going to get there before them. 

"Miss Holmes," a voice says, and I look up to see Vision floating over me. "Do you need a ride?"

"Jarvis?" I ask in disbelief, recognising the voice of the AI. 

"Almost," Vision replies, with the faintest hint of a smile as he reaches down and I take his hand, holding tightly as he lifts and carries me higher. I try not to look down as we speed up, quickly catching up with Clint, Maximoff and the others that join them as they get closer to the hanger. 

As we pass them, Vision lowers and drops me the last few feet to the ground before turning and somehow using the mind stone to burn a line between us and them on the concrete, forcing them to stop. 

"Captain Rogers," he calls. "I know you believe what you're doing is right. But for the collective good you must surrender now."

Tony flies in, dropping Nat beside me as he lowers himself to the ground. Rhodey does the same, carrying in T'Challa before circling back and landing as Peter swings in and lands on my other side.

We stand, opposing each other without speaking for a long few seconds. They're not going to surrender. 

Cap starts to walk forwards, his team following. 

"This is going to end well," I say as our team moves forward to meet them.