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Chapter 21 - Disassembled

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Wanda and I stepped out of the van once we were finished changing, joining the others a few minutes later. We split into four different groups. Sam and Bucky in the terminal, Clint and Wanda were in the building across from us, and Scott was ground support.

Steve and I ran towards the chopper Clint had ready. As we neared, an electro disabler slammed into the chopper, disabling it. We looked up, glaring at Tony and Rhodey.

"Wow, it's so weird how you run into people at the airport," Tony said sarcastically, "Don't you think that's weird?"

"Definitely weird," Rhodey agreed, playing along with the bit.

"Hear me out, Tony. That doctor, the psychiatrist, he's behind all of this," Steve tried to explain.

"Princess," T'Challa leapt over a truck, giving me a nod of respect. I had to hand it to him, even if I had been upset with what he said earlier, he was still well raised.

"Your Majesty," I smirked, feeling the Talisman heat up. It was ready for a fight.

"Anyway, Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you in. That was 24 hours ago. Can you help a brother out?"

"You're after the wrong guy," Steve insisted.

"Your judgment is askew. Your old war buddy killed innocent people yesterday."

"And there are five more super soldiers just like him. I can't let the doctor find them first, Tony I can't."

"Steve," Nat spoke up, "You know what's about to happen. Do you really wanna punch your way out of this one?"

"All right, I've run out of patience. Underoos!"

A small man, a teenager if I didn't know any better, swung out from behind us, shooting a spider web from his wrist and stealing Steve's shield, binding his wrists as well.

"So you criticize us for Wanda being so young and yet you bring in another child," I frowned disappointedly, raising my hands as preparation for the fight I knew was coming.

"Hey, everyone," the kid greeted awkwardly.

"You've been busy," Steve said sarcastically.

"And you've been a complete idiot. Dragging in Clint. 'Rescuing' Wanda from a place she doesn't even want to leave, a safe place. I'm trying to keep- I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart."

"You did that when you signed away my life," I sneered.

"Alright, We're done. You're gonna turn Barnes over, you're gonna come with us. NOW! Because it's us! Or a squad of JSOC guys with no compunction about being impolite."

"We found it. Their quinjets in hangar five, north runway."

"Alright, Lang," Steve held his hands to the sky. Clint shot off an arrow that freed him from his binds. From the other side, Scott regrew and kicked the kid across the face, taking back Steve's shield.

"I believe this is yours, Captain America," Scott gave Steve his shield back.

"Oh, great. Alright, there's two on the parking deck. One of them's Maximoff, I'm gonna grab her. Rhodey, you want to take Cap? Nat you got the new guy. Kid, the Princess can be a handful but I think you can hold your own."

"Got two in the terminal, Wilson and Barnes."

"Barnes is mine," T'Challa hissed, running off, Steve following so he could protect Bucky.

"Hey uh, Miss (Y/n), I should probably go help Mr Black Panther so if you could just wait here for a second," the kid swung past me towards the terminal.

"That boy has never been in a fight before," I couldn't help but smile.

"Well Tony's plan went to hell," Rhodey lowered himself to my level, "So I guess I get to fight you for the time being."

"Don't sound so disappointed," I stretched my hands out, creating a glowing whip. Throwing it out, it wrapped around the ankle of Rhodey's suit. I pulled as hard as I could, sending him into a nearby cargo crate.

"Oh no, I consider it an honor to fight royalty," Rhodey flew back towards me, shooting off a miniature missile.

I quickly created a shield, groaning under the strain put on my magic. Shot after shot from his guns drained my stamina. Searching through my memory for some kind of spell that would be able to help me fight against Rhodey. The Talisman pulsed against my finger. Understanding, I trusted it knew what to do.

Waving my hand in front of me, a large wave of energy rolled out and towards Rhodey. He attempted to fly up higher, but the blast followed him. I covered my eyes as his suit flashed, temporarily shutting down. The concrete below him cracked as soon as he hit the ground, motionless.

"You good Rhodey?" I called out to him cautiously.

"How the hell did you shut my suit down?" He responded frustratedly.

"Magic," I wiggled my fingers, small sparkles emitting from them, "So how was it to fight royalty?"

"Screw you."

"Love you too Rhodey," I pressed the com in my ear, "Status?"

"We're heading towards the quinjet, start running."

Following the order, I began to sprint towards the quinjet hiding in the warehouse across from us. I spotted Steve and the rest of the team to my right. Turning slightly, I caught up with them, breathlessly smiling at Steve in reassurance.

A fizzing stream of energy sliced across the runway in front of us and we halted. Vision hovered overhead.

"Captain Rogers, (Y/n), I know you believe what you're doing is right. But for the collective good you must surrender now."

The rest of Tony's team lined up across from us.

"What now Cap?" Sam questioned.

"We fight."

We began to speed walk towards the other side, then jog, then we were sprinting. As soon as everyone was close enough, we began fighting. With each person fighting against someone from the other side, I moved towards the Spider-Boy. In a weird way, I wanted to fight him so he could learn how they really went down. It was an Avengers Maternal Instinct.

"Now we get to fight. What's your hero name? Spider-Boy?"

"Spider-Man," the kid corrected, "It's Spider-Man. Um, I'm sort of new to this, are we supposed to talk this much?"

"Oh no, definitely not," I chuckled, raising my hands in a defensive position, "We can start fighting if you want to, I just thought you could use some guidance."

"You aren't as bad as I thought you would be," Spider-Man shot a web towards me. I threw up a shield, watching as it harmlessly slid off, "Mr Stark made it seem like all of you guys went crazy."

"That says a lot about who he is, doesn't it?" I tapped my wrists together, bright discs popping up around my hands, "Makes you reconsider the side you're fighting for?"

"Not really," Spider-Man ducked under a few swipes from my weapons, "I mean, you seem really nice, and I've always looked up to you, but since SHIELD went down, the Avengers have been a bit awol."

Both of us jumped away from each other to avoid a laser blast from Vision. Once the danger to both of us had passed, we clashed again.

"Did Tony tell you why I'm fighting against all of this?" I narrowly avoided my arms being webbed together. My back hit the cool metal of a crate, "Of course I want to support Steve, but it's also because it would give the UN power they can't control. Wanda and I would be denied basic rights."

"I didn't really think about it like that," each hand shooting out a web, my arms were stuck at my sides. The kid approached me, cautiously, "I'm sorry. I know both sides have good points. But, Mr Stark expects me to hold my own, and I don't want to disappoint him. He gave me this suit after all."

"You did hold your own kid, for a while," using my stuck hands as leverage, I lifted my body into the air, double kicking him in the ribs. I winced as he flew back and hit the ground harshly, "Sorry, sorry. That was a bit hard."

Activating discs around my hands again, I cut through the webbing holding me captive and jogged over to the kid, he was fine for the most part. Just half unconscious. I grabbed his wrists, dragging him to a closed off area so he would be away from all the fighting.

"Thanks, ow," he attempted to get up, "Give me a minute so I can breath again. Wow, that hurt more than fighting for a seat on the subway."

"Oh little ursbi," I knelt down next to him, "You did your best, but you lack experience. Where you from?"

"Queens," he laid on his back, coughing harshly. He got to his knees, slowly getting back on his feet. I took that as my cue to leave.

"Steve is from Brooklyn," I smiled, straightening back up, "Tony will find you once this is over. Lay low until then. I hope we see each other again ursbi."

Seeing Steve's uniform in the distance, I ran towards him, taking note of how the others were doing, "What's the plan?"

"We gotta go. That guy's probably in Siberia by now," Bucky spoke up.

"We gotta draw out the flyers. I'll take Vision. You get to the jet."

"No, you get to the jet! Both of you! The rest of us aren't getting out of here," Sam yelled through the com, flying away from Rhodey.

"As much as I hate to admit it, if we're gonna win this one, some of us might have to lose it," Clint added on.

"Alright," Steve seemed hesitant to leave some of the team behind, "We'll need a distraction, and someone to watch our backs.

"I got something kind of big, but I can't hold it very long. On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half don't come back for me."

"He's gonna tear himself in half?"

I looked at the battlefield around us. Everyone was struggling, on both sides. But Tony's was more resolute. They didn't have as much to lose, they didn't have another goal. We did. We had people to save, someone to fight against.

I knew the others were capable, and strong, but this had been such a long battle. They needed help, someone to support them once Steve left. They couldn't do this alone.

"Good Scott. (Y/n), Bucky, come on we gotta go." Steve and Bucky began running, but stopped when I stayed behind, "(Y/n)?"

"Yeah," I whispered, following after him. Something twisted in my gut. My thoughts were coming together. I knew what I had to do.

So close to the entrance of the hangar, Vision fired a beam of energy and collapsed the control tower. Wanda managed to slow the fall, but Rhodey fired a sonic disruptor so she had to let go.

"Nersh," I swore loudly, throwing my hands up above my head and creating a shield around the three of us. I screamed out as the tower fell on top of the shield, falling to my knees.

The metal broke around the shield. I pushed one of my hands forward and extended it, forming a small path that led to the quinjet. Dropping the shield, I placed my elbows on the cold concrete, supporting myself.

"(Y/n)," Steve knelt down next to me, holding my cheeks in his hands, "You're good, come on, we need to go. I'll carry you if I have to."

"I can't Steve," I blinked rapidly as black and white spots flowed through my sight. Every time I blinked, my vision slowly got better, "Both of us knew this is what would happen. I have to help them."

"No, no," Steve began to help me up, stepping through the path I had created, "Don't say that. What did we promise? We said we would get married. I can't leave you here, if they get their hands on you they'll torture you."

"Steve," Bucky spoke up, looking between the both of us sadly, "She's right. We need to go, and she has to stay here."

"We will get married," I took a few steps away from them, nearly tripping on a piece of scrap metal, "I know that because you're going to find me. I said from the beginning that I could handle the experiments. Now go! We don't have time to argue over this. I love you."

Bucky gave me a nod, grabbing Steve's arm and tugging him forward, "Come on Steve, it'll be alright. We'll get her back."

I turned away from the two, shakily breathing out. Everything hurt, but the vice grip on my heart was the worst. We were so close to being happy, and it was all ripped away.

"You took my happiness away from me," I slowly walked towards the wall of metal in front of me. In my anger, magic was emanating from every pore in my body. The former control tower curled away from my body, forming a clear path that I could walk through, "Because you didn't understand. Because you didn't want to listen. We could have created something better!"

"Princess (Y/n)," Vision slowly lowered Wanda to the ground, "I understand your frustration, I too am having trouble calculating what side has the better argument."

"Shut it you toaster!" I threw out my hand, narrowly missing Vision with a dangerous blast of magic. I didn't even know what spell it was, "All I wanted was to keep my family together. To create another one with Steve. Why couldn't- Why couldn't Earth let me have that!"

My small bout of anger disappeared, and the sadness came back. I hunched over, falling to my knees. I saw Vision's shoes in front of me. I knew I should fight. It was why I stayed behind, to fight, and to help, but what was the point? Steve and Bucky got away. They were going to stop the other Winter Soldiers. It was me and maybe one or two of the others that were good to fight against Tony's entire team.

"You fought bravely (Y/n)," Vision placed a hand on the top of my head, "We are both aware what you are sacrificing. For that, you are truly a hero. Now sleep."

The power he held from the Mind Stone washed over me, and I did as he said.

~*~

When I woke up I couldn't feel any part of my body. That was better than pain I guess. I heard muffled voices from around me, trying to tilt my head to see who it was, I was shocked by how heavy everything felt. When I turned, my entire head fell onto my shoulder.

"What the hell are you doing to her, huh?"

That voice was so familiar. So familiar...Tony. But Tony was supposed to be mad at me. Steve and I were fighting with him.

"Don't worry Mr Stark, what we are doing now is simple testing. We tried to take a blood sample but one of our scientists was almost knocked into next week. We're trying to figure out why exactly that is."

"Was she unconscious when you tried to do that?"

"Yes, and we injected a sedative to keep her calm."

"Tony," I called out, squinting to see him better. He was blurry, and that was so, so funny, "Can I tell you a little secret?"

"Sure," Tony walked over to me.

"The reason they can't touch me is because of my ring," I said a little too loudly, giggling drunkenly afterwards, "Not my engagement ring, the red one. And they can't take it off my finger~"

"Do your limbs regrow?" One of the scientists asked me, taking advantage of my brutally honest state, "If your finger were able to grow back then we could remove the ring and continue with our testing."

"Don't cut her limbs off," Tony snapped, defending me, "Don't do anything to harm her in any way. I'm already pissed off that you're testing on her in the first place."

"But you knew this would happen," I pouted, catching Tony's attention, "You knew they would try to take my blood, and cut off my fingers, and look at my feptis-"

"Feptis, right that down," one of the scientists ordered another, "Sounds like an extra organ or bodily system."

"And you still fought for the Accords," I finished, very sad again, "Now I'm stuck here. They can't touch me...I didn't think the Talisman would protect me. But they'll find their way around it. They'll cut off my finger."

I sobbed loudly, head drooping down. Tony sighed, running a hand over his face. He seemed tired, and stressed, and a little sad at my current state.

"(Y/n), I know you're high on drugs right now- Is this normal? She's really loopy," Tony turned to the people around us.

"Her system is taking it harder than we thought, but we also gave her a higher dosage than normal just to be sure."

"Right," Tony looked back at me, "But listen to me. We're still working on the Accords. You broke the law, you're a criminal, but there are special circumstances around this so I'm seeing what I can do. I never wanted this (Y/n), you have to realize that. I wanted us to be put under control, for us to be accountable for the lives we were taking."

"I understand," I sobered up a bit, "You were doing what you thought were right, and I did what I thought was right. Maybe...Maybe there was a way all of us could have been happy. But we can't change all of this. Now that you're here, you see why I was scared, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do," Tony sent a glare at the doctors around us, "The others weren't as happy to see me as you are."

"I'm not happy at all. I'm sad, and angry, but you look so funny. Come here," I chuckled, leaning back. Tony stepped closer to me, and I made sure that my voice was actually quiet this time, "Steve is going to save me, he'll save all of us. You know that don't you?"

"I do," Tony said quietly back. He stepped away, turning to leave, "I'm sorry Princess."

After Tony left the scientists continued to move around me, every once in a while asking questions that I didn't bother answering. The Talisman was keeping me safe. They couldn't touch me if they wanted to hurt me. Knowing that, I closed my eyes, letting the drugs take over so I could sleep a little bit longer.

~*~

I woke up to alarms blaring. I groaned in discomfort, wishing I could use my hands to cover my ears. The scientists around me were yelling different things. Something about Steve breaking in and getting the other out? I smiled victoriously. I knew he would save us.

I glanced over at my IV. There was nothing left in the bags, and I felt a lot less loopy than I did before. The drugs must have been wearing off.

"(Y/n)?" Steve kicked down the door, ducking under a scientist who came at him with a scalpel, "Oh thank God you're in here. Hang on."

I watched as Steve took out all of the doctors in the room in seconds, using a pair of kes from the counter to free me from my binds. I rubbed my wrists, swinging my legs over the bed to run.

"No, no, no," Steve picked me up before I could argue, "You haven't walked in a while (Y/n), and we need to get out fast."

"Alright," I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on tightly as he began to run, "I knew you would find me."

"I did," Steve smiled breathlessly, "With a little help from some friends you'll meet later. The others are already on the quinjet, it took longer to find you."

"Everyone is okay?"

"For the most part. A few scratches, bruises. Wanda is messed up from the collar they put on her, but they're alive. What about you?"

"They drugged me up, but that was it. The Talisman stopped them from doing anything else," I glanced down at the ring on my right hand, "Who knew it was so powerful. It makes me wonder if fighting against the Accords was really worth it if they couldn't touch me in the first place..."

"Don't think like that. You were going against the Accords for more than yourself, you were doing this for Wanda, for all of us," Steve scolded me.

"Right, I'm sorry. Tony came in to talk to me and I was drugged up so he got into my head. But he seemed sorry."

"That was before he found out Bucky killed his parents," Steve sighed sadly, "He turned against us pretty fast after that. Wouldn't even listen when I told him it was the Winter Soldier."

When we reached outside, I took in a breath of salty ocean air. Lifting my head up so I could look around, I nearly gasped in shock. The prison we were being held in was in the ocean, with no other structures or land visible as far as the eye could see.

Steve sprinted into a waiting quinjet, setting me down on a seat near the others. He kissed my temple, and said I love you before moving up front to pilot with Bucky.

"You good (Y/n)?" Sam asked from his seat across from me, "They didn't do anything weird?"

"Couldn't even touch me," I chuckled, full of euphoria at the sense of being free. I reached out to a small mini fridge full of water, "Guess I'm just that good. What about you guys?"

"I'm fine," Sam shrugged.

"I switched sides, surprise surprise," Nat pulled me into a quick hug.

Wanda stayed silent. I frowned, moving over to her and kneeling in front of her. She avoided my gaze, looking down at her hands instead.

"Hey," I reached out and grabbed one of her hands, "You're okay. We're in this together right? Misunderstood spectrum?"

"Misunderstood spectrum," Wanda whispered, smiling slightly.

"Where's Clint and Scott?"

"Ross came in and offered them a house arrest deal," Nat explained, "That way they could be with their families."

"I don't blame them, being a hero with a family is hard." I took a long drink from the water I had grabbed. I would have to drink a few of those so I could pass the drugs out of my system completely, even if I wasn't under their effects anymore.

Sitting down again, I took a look at everyone around me. They seemed- Not necessarily happy. We couldn't really be happy about the fact that they Avengers were disassembled, but all of us were content. We lost half of our ranks, but avoided the consequences of the Accords. And Steve and I would be able to get married, which brought up another issue that I had to think about on the way to...Well I wasn't sure where we were going.

I looked up front and through the cockpit window. Steve and Bucky seemed to know exactly where they were flying. I didn't even know where they got the quinjet in the first place. All of us were criminals to almost the entire world, "Hey Steve, where are we going?"

"You know your prince friend T'Challa? He figured things out and switched sides."

I laughed in disbelief. The same T'Challa I had butted heads with in the van? Who was so hellbent on killing Bucky? If Steve got the quinjet from Wakanda, which was supposed to be a third world country, that meant-

"Don't tell me-"

"We're going to Wakanda. And it's a lot different from what you may think."