Tate found Natasha before he found Peter. He skidded to a stop at her side just as something exploded behind him. "Alright now I'm pissed", Rhodey grumbled through the comms.

"Hi Nat", Tate grinned as he helped her up.

"I thought Tony told you to stay back", she frowned as she dusted herself off.

Tate shrugged. "Ah teenagers. They never do what they're told".

"You've got that right", Tony grumbled as he landed next to them.

Nat gave the man a look, the effect of which was probably lessened by Tony's helmet. "Is this part of the plan?"

"Well my plan was to easy on them. You wanna switch it up?"

Nat nodded, blowing a stray hair from her face. Tony turned to Tate and gave him a thumbs up. "Vision", Tate voiced down the comms. "That's your cue".

"Accepted", vision answered. His voice as robotic and English as ever. Tate was half tempted to call him Siri from now on.

"Call the kid and his highness", Tony instructed. He turned to watch as Steve's team formed around him. "We're going to have to end this".

Tate smiled. "You guys hear that?"

"Got it Mr Stark!" Peter's voice chirped back. There was a grumble from T'Challa.

"On my way".

Tony nodded. "Nat, need a lift?" He held out a hand and Nat took it. They took off, Tony pulling Natasha through the air behind him as they flew across the airport. Tate kicked his skates and skidded after them. He shot around Steve and his team and turned into a sharp stop under where vision was hovering. The wheels of his skates kicking up slight sparks for effect. His dad and Nat landing at his side. Rhodey gave T'challa a lift. Black Panther landing in a agile roll before standing and positioning himself next to Nat. They were shortly followed by Peter, who swung round and hopped between Tate and Rhodey.

"Loved the sparks. They were so cool", Peter commented through his mask. Tate smiled back through his helmet.

"Good job on catching that punch. Epic". He held out a hand and they fist bumped, wriggling their fingers as they drew their hands away. Both of them made the balalalah noise in unintentional synchronisation. Tate laughed in surprise. "Man! Big hero 6?"

"Dude! Love that movie!"

"Me too!"

"Boys!" Tony shouted, interrupting the conversation. "Another time maybe?"

"Sorry Mr Stark".

"Sorry".

Tony's huff was audible through his helmet. A few feet away, Steve was staring at them with mild confusion. "Teenagers Tony? Really?"

"Like you're one to talk", Tony shot back. The two teams felt into silence as the mood turned serious. The two groups of superheroes sizing each other up. Tate narrowed his eyes at Steve's team. There was Bucky Barnes, the winter soldier, who Steve was doing this for in the first place. Sam Wilson, the falcon. Wanda Maximoff, the scarlet witch. Clint Barton, Hawkeye. The three old avenger members who Tate had met before, but had defected with Steve. And then there was the weird guy with antenna looking things on his helmet who could shrink. Yeah, Tate did not know what to make of the last one.

"This is not going to end well", Natasha sighed as Steve and his team began to advance forwards.

Tony started forwards as well, the others following him. "Um they're not stopping!" Peter called out as the walk became a jog.

"Neither are we".

Both teams collided harshly. Tony against Steve. Natasha and Clint. T'Challa heading straight for Barnes while Wilson, Vision and Rhodey soared overhead. Tate skated at blurring speeds round the battlefield. His form nothing more than a silver and black blur as he pulled and shoved people just enough form them to lose balance and become distracted. Above him, he was aware of Peter flipping through the air as Wanda used her powers to throw things at him. Tate kicked one of her legs as he shot pash. She instantly crumbled, falling heavily to the floor before she could catch herself.

Tate skidded to a stop for a moment to send her a two fingered salute before skating off again. A gasp from Peter made him change direction. Steve had thrown his shield like a boomerang and cut his web. He looked over as Peter landed on a luggage conveyer belt. The boy quickly rolling to his feet. "That thing does not obey the laws of physics at all", he complained as Tate appeared at his side.

"I have been saying the same thing for years", Tate huffed. "You've got to roll with it". Peter sniggered at the pun.

"Look kids", Steve sighed. "There's a lot of things going on here that you wouldn't understand".

"Mr Stark said you'd say that. Wow". Peter's black and white bug eyes narrowed on Steve. The technology Tate had programmed into the mask helping him focus on his opponent.

"Shall I let you deal with him?" Tate asked. "You're the one with superpowers".

Peter replied by shooting a web at Steve's shield and another at his feet. He pulled the man off his feet and used the momentum to throw himself across the distance and kick Steve in the face. Steve was thrown back into the side of a nearby truck, Peter rolling past and landing in a dropped crouch a few feet away. "You going to help?" He asked Tate.

Just as Steve was easing himself onto his elbows, Tate sped over and flipped over his frame. Halfway through the flip he grabbed the straps on Steve's shoulders. In a move Natasha had taught him, he used the bigger man's weight to add to the momentum. Steve found himself being neatly picked up from the concrete and thrown harshly. He landed with a painful thump on his back. Helmet cracking against the ground as Tate stood above him.

Tate then made the rookie mistake of staying still for a moment. Steve retaliated by flipping himself over and sweeping his leg around. Tate's legs were knocked away and he found himself landing heavily on his back. Breath coming out in a gasp. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Steve pushed himself up and went for his shield. Peter caught him with a web to each hand. Steve strained but Peter was stronger. So in a experienced move, he flipped and used Pater's strength to yank him through the air and into a pile of crates.

Tate pulled himself to his feet. "Friday shoes!" He ordered. The wheels on his feet folded up and struck out with a kick to the pressure point on the man's back. Steve grunted hit back. Tate managed to block a few punches. Endless hours of watching Captain America's battle footage and training with Black widow having made him familiar with Steve's fighting style. However knowledge did not make up for physical experience. No more than two hits in, Tate was twisted round and his arm was pinned behind his back. Steve flipped him over his shoulder and Tate hit the floor again for the second time in a matter of minutes.

"Ouch", he grunted, air knocked out of his lungs. "Nice one".

"Stay down kid", Steve panted.

"What is it dad always complains you cay?" Tate retorted as he pushed himself to his feet. "Oh yeah. I can do this all day". Instead of replying Steve smacked Tate in the helmet with his shield. The quote must have pissed him off. Tate was yet again lying groaning on the ground. Steve jogging away.

"Stark tell you two anything else?" He called. Peter had gotten up and swung himself onto the roof of a metal walkway. He narrowed his bug visors at Steve.

"That you're wrong. But you think you're right and that makes you dangerous". He jumped off the walkway and used the momentum of his fall to swing round. Steve dodged the first web Peter shot at him. Then as Peter swung up to attack, he jumped and kicked him in the chest. Peter was sent flying backward, colliding heavily with the walkway supports before crumpling to the ground.

"Maybe he's right", Steve muttered as he threw his shield. The metal hit the already damaged supports just as Peter was getting up. Tate pushed himself up just in time to watch and the whole structure crumbled down on top of the boy. Peter caught it, huffing at the weight.

"You got heart kid", Steve called. "Where you from?"

"Queens", Peter gasped.

Steve nodded then turned to Tate. "And you. Where did Stark drag you from?"

"Manhattan", Tate muttered.

Steve nodded at them. "Brooklyn". Then he picked up his shield and jogged away. Tate glaring at his retreating back.

"Hey!" Peter called, still straining under the weight of the walkway. "A little help?"

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AN: I'm really bad at writing fight scenes. Sorry.