With her heart racing, she ran through the dark hallways as she searched for the exit, slowly retracing her steps. She entered the elevator as she tapped her foot , the sound of the fight could be heard in the distance. She didn't wait for the doors to fully open before dashing out.

Turning a few more corners, she found the entrance with the doors wide open, just as they had left it. She ran out into the cold air, kicking up snow as she ran toward the figure in the distance. Her breaths turned into small clouds that came out of her mouth as she exhaled.

Zemo sat on a rock as he stared ahead at the miles of white snow before them. As she got closer she saw that held a phone to his ear, a feminine voice reaching her ears, too quiet for her to make out what she was saying. Seeing the gun that rested beside him, she stopped her steps but then started them up again when she read that there was no signs of hostility in him.

When he pulled the phone away from his ear, she spoke up. "I'm sorry," she began as she came to stand beside where he sat. He looked up at her. If he was threatened or somewhat uncomfortable, he didn't show it. "I really am sorry about what happened in Sokovia." She truly was, blood was on her hands, on all of theirs. And no matter how hard they tried to wipe it off, it would always be there.

He didn't say anything back, just looked back ahead. "My father lived outside the city and I thought we would be safe there," he told her. "My son was excited, he could see the Iron Man from the car window. I told my wife, 'Don't worry, they are fighting in the city. We are miles from harm.'" He scoffed with a shake of his head.

"When the dust cleared, and the screaming stopped. It took me two days until I found their bodies." Zemo continued and she closed her eyes silently as she felt his grief overcome here. "My father, still holding my wife and son in his arms. And the avengers? You all went home."

Elizabeth shook her head at his statement. "Not all of us did," she murmured as she remembered Clint's last request to Natasha. She found it ironic. That day Zemo lost his family, and the Bartons lost a father. She didn't have to wonder which is worse.

"I knew I couldn't kill them, More powerful men than me have tried." Zemo explained as if he was telling her how to make a sandwich.

From behind them, another voice spoke, startling her. "So you used them to tear each other apart." She was to deep in all of the emotions around her that she didn't even sense T'Challa's presence. Tear each other apart. No, she was sure they wouldn't do that. But then she remembered how Steve answered 'yes' to Tonys question and suddenly she wondered if she even knew them at all.

T'Challa placed his helmet in the snow beside his feet as he moved to stand on the other side of Zemo. He locked eyes with Elizabeth for a moment before Zemo spoke. "I am sorry about your father," He told the king. "He seemed a good man, with dutiful son."

"I almost killed the wrong man," T'Challa ignored Zemo's apology, just like he did to hers.

"Hardly an innocent one," Zemo commented making her grit her teeth.

T'Challa looked lost in thought for a moment before continuing. "Vengeance has consumed you, and it has consumed them," he looked back toward the open doors to the base with a frown. "But I am done letting it consume me." He closed his eyes lightly with a nod of his head as the claws from his suit retracted.

"Justice will come soon enough," he said. As T'Challa spoke that, Zemo slowly reached for the gun, making Elizabeth narrow her eyes at his movements.

Letting out a light laugh, Zemo began to raise the barrel of the gun toward his own jaw. But before the metal could touch his skin, Elizabeth flicked her wrist and a small ball of energy knocked the gun out of his hands.

He scrambled across the snow for the weapon but T'Challa restrained him in a headlock. "The living are not done with you yet," he said to Zemo who continued to fight in his arms.

Elizabeth focused slightly then slowly put him to sleep. Watching as he went limp in T'Challa's arms. T'Challa let go of the man and stood up to stand in front of her. "What's going to happen to him?" She asked the king.

"Wakanda will decide," He answered with a glance down at the unconscious man. "When they come out, you are all welcome to come to Wakanda if you need help," T'Challa offered generously before picking up Zemo by his jacket as if he weighed nothing.

"Thank you," She started but then remembered that he was in fact a king. "Um, your majesty." Awkwardly, she bowed down slightly, unsure of what to do when meeting royalty.

When she looked back up, she saw that he was looking at her with a pained expression on his face. "Please don't ever do that again," he asked as she pressed her lips together in embarrassment.

"Copy that," she muttered as he picked up his helmet in one hand and slung Zemo over his shoulder like a bag of flour. He nodded to her once more before leaving her alone in the cold.

She waited exactly two minutes before deciding that if her friends weren't going to come out, then she was going to go back in. But the moment she made the first step toward the doors, two figures emerged. She ran up to them at full speed but stopped almost immediately when she saw her boyfriends missing limb.

Steve helped Bucky to stand on his own and Elizabeth looked him over once more to make sure she wasn't just seeing things. "You're missing an arm," she exclaimed with wide eyes to the side of his body where the metal arm would be. He laughed quietly and she took his face in her hands, moving it from side to side to inspect his injuries.

He didn't say anything before leaning forward and pressing his lips against hers softly. When they separated, she pulled him in for a tight hug as his one arm went around his waist. "I'm so glad you're okay," She muttered into his shoulder.

Once they had pulled apart, Bucky stood on his own -with some slight balance issues- and Elizabeth moved to stand opposite Steve. He still had his helmet on but she could see his face was bloodied and bruised. His knuckled were covered in blood and she noticed the lack of his shield.

"You and I are gonna have a long talk later," she told him disappointedly as he nodded, knowing that it was bound to happen. "But I'm glad you're okay too," she said before pulling him in for a friendly hug.

She moved to stand beside Bucky and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder for support. She looked past Steve and at the door, expecting to see Tony somewhere. "Where is Tony?" She asked Steve when she didn't see the brunet man anywhere. When no one answered her she immediately thought of the worst. "Did you two kill him?" She exclaimed, she thought it would be no more than a brawl. Like the ones Thor and Sam used to have when they were drunk.

But obviously it was much more than that. "No, of course not," Steve assured her with a sigh. "He's inside."

"Okay, I'm gonna get him." She began to hand Bucky off to Steve but he stopped her with a hand on her free shoulder. Looking up at him, she tilted her head to the side, not knowing what was going on.

"We should go," Steve said quietly as she shook her head vigorously.

"We can't just leave him here," Elizabeth protested in horror. How could he even suggest that. "What happened in there?"

When Steve refused to answer her, she turned to Bucky. "A lot more than you think," he sighed.

She was going to argue, say that they couldn't leave him out here. Who knows if he would even be able to make it back home with only his suit. But when Bucky wasn't looking, Steve tilted his head at the long haired man. Silently saying, "If you wanna protect him, we have to go."

So with a heavy heart, and an even heavier man around her shoulders, she made the first step towards their jet. "It's gonna be a long talk," she scowled to Steve as he walked beside her.