"Wow it's so weird how you can run in to people at the airport", Tony commented as he landed on the concrete. The suit of his helmet folding back as he turned to Rhodes. "So weird".

"Definitely weird", Rhodes replied. The visor of his helmet staying up as he eyed Captain America. Tate could see their faces on his screen. Friday having connected Tony's and Rhodey's suit cameras to his. So despite being quite a distance away, he could watch exactly what was going on.

"Hear me out Tony", Steve interrupted. "That doctor. The psychiatrist, he's behind this. All of this". Tate automatically saved the information through Friday for later. Steve was probably not lying. But that was not what this was about. This was about him disobeying orders and going against the government. The accords were there for a reason, no matter if they disagreed. That was why they were here. That was what this were about.

T'Challa seemed to have gotten bored of waiting. He had been perched up on the walkway above them. The black of his suit camouflaging him quite nicely against the plastic and metal. He leapt down and landed on Steve's right, as agile as a cat. Like his namesake. "Your highness", Steve nodded at him.

"Captain", T'Challa replied curtly as he rose to his full height.

"Ross gave me thirty six hours to bring you in", Tony announced. The metal of his boots clanging as he paced across the tarmac. "That was twenty four hours ago. Could you help a brother out?" Even Tate knew that it was pointless asking. Steve was as stubborn as a mule. When he got something into his head, he saw it out.

"You're after the wrong guy".

"You're judgment is skewed", Tony retorted. "Your old war buddy killed five innocent people yesterday".

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

"Steve". Steve turned as Natasha approached from his left. She eyed him calmly but with a firmness that was personal. "You know what's about to happen", she warned. "Do you really want to punch your way out of this one?"

Steve stared at all of them for a minute but his expression did not change. Instead his lips hardened into a set line. Tate felt it when his father's annoyance and frustration reached its peak. "Alright", Tony sighed. "I've run out of patience. Underoos!" Nothing happened. Tony sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Peter!" Tate hissed through the coms. "That's your cue".

"What? Oh okay!" Peter stuttered back.

"Underoos!" Tony shouted again. Peter, who had been positioned on the roof above them, flipped through the air. Tate watched on his screen as web shot out and tied Steve's hands together while another strand landed on his shield. Peter snatched the shield from his hold and landed easily on the roof of a nearby truck.

"Good job kid", Tony complimented.

"Thanks". Tate could hear the pleased grin in Peter's voice. "Well I could have stuck the landing a little better. Just new suit. It's nothing! Mr Stark it's perfect. Thank you".

"We don't really need to start a conversation", Tony shook his head.

"Oh okay. Captain". Peter saluted at Steve nervously. "Big fan. I'm Spider-Man".

"Peter", Tate muttered. "Shh". Peter whined almost silently in disappointment but shut up.

"You've been busy", Steve commented, gesturing to the new suits surrounding him.

"And you've been an absolute idiot", Tony spit back. "What do you think you're doing? Rescuing Wanda from a place she doesn't even want to leave. A safe place! I'm trying to keep"- Tony's voice broke off and he took a breath. "I'm trying to keep the avengers from falling apart", he said, calmer.

Steve sighed heavily. He met Tony's gaze through his helmet. "You did that when you signed".

Tony gritted his teeth. "Alright we're done", he spoke down the coms to Tate. He turned back to Steve and raised his voice. "You're going to turn Barnes over and come with us now! Because it's us! We're squatted J-sock guys with not presumption about being polite".

For a minute it seemed like Steve was considering it. Then Tate got a notification on his screen. "Friday pull up cameras six and fourteen". The screen on the inside of his helmet reshuffled itself as two images came to the front. There was a small bird-like drone hovering around hanger five. Tate recognised the style of engineering as the same as Falcon's wings.

"They've found it!" He alerted them down the comms. "Hanger five".

It was that moment Steve lifted his bound arms up. A arrow shot through the air and tore through the webbing round his wrists. "Now Lang!" He called. Something small moved. Peter cried out as a man seemed to form in the air next to him. Lang kicked Peter back, sending him flying off the truck and stealing back the shield from his grip.

"Pete, you okay?" Tate called.

"Yeah", he heard Peter groan as he pushed himself back onto his feet. "Where did the guy come from?"

Tate would have replied but his cameras were picking up moving hostiles. "Two in the terminal", he voiced to his dad. "Looks like Wanda and Clint. Another two on deck. Probably Barnes and Wilson".

"I'm going to grab Wanda", Tony stated as his visor fell over his face. He rose in the air, flying towards where Clint and Wanda had been hiding. "Rhodey, do you want to take cap?"

"Barnes is mine!" T'Challa yelled, breaking into a sprint towards the boarding deck.

"Mr Stark, what should I do?" Peter called.

"What we discussed", Tony replied. "Keep your distance, web them up".

"Head after Barnes and Wilson", Tate advised, eyes still scanning the screens in front of him. "You can get there quicker than Panther". No sooner that he had spoken, Tate watched as T'Challa was stopped by Steve. Natasha was busy holding off Lang. He winced as Nat kicked the man in the balls. "Ouch".

Satisfied that she was handling herself well, he turned his attention to the other video feeds. In one screen Tate could see Peter climbing along a glass wall as he followed after Barnes and Wilson. He was impressed by the other boy's ability to grip walls and sheer surfaces as easily as walking on the ground. The video switched angle to inside the building as Peter burst through. He shot a web to one of the artsy structural beams in the ceiling and began swinging around the room.

"What the hell is that?" Tate heard Barnes say.

"Everybody has a gimmick these days", Wilson sounded slightly defeated. Tate giggled.

"How you doing Petey boy?" He asked.

"Peachy", Peter grunted back as he kicked Barnes in the chest. The man reacted with by aiming a punch. Peter caught the metal fist with one hand. He bent it to the side easily. "You have a metal arm? Thats awesome dude!" Tate laughed at the pure fan boy excitement in Peter's voice. He added super strength to Peter's list of abilities.

"You have the right to remain silent!" Tate's laughter increased as Peter yelled at Wilson. He seemed to have that situation covered. Tate was impressed.

He switched main focus to his dad. The videos shuffling themselves around on his screen. Clint and Wanda were running across the open concrete next to a multi-storey car park. Tate watched as Tony soared above them. A few small missiles launching from the iron man suit and exploding in a circle around them, caging them in. Tony glided to a stop above them, his hand raised in warning. "Wanda I'm afraid you hurt vision's feelings".

Wanda glared. "You locked me in my room".

"Okay first, that's an exaggeration", Tony replied. "Second, I did it to protect you. Hi Clint".

"Hey man". Clint hand his hands on his bow, waiting.

"Clearly retirement doesn't suit you. Get tired of shooting golf?" Sometimes Tate wished that his dad would stop talking during a fight.

"Played eighteen. Shot eighteen. Just can't seem to miss". Clint raised his bow and fired off two arrows in quick succession. Tony blasted them out of the air.

"Well first time for everything".

Tate spotted it before his dad did. "Dad! He didn't miss", he called down the comms.

Clint smirked. "Made you look". And that was when the cars started raining down. Tate watched as Wanda pulled several cars from the car park and sent them falling around Tony. He evaded the first two but was hit by the third. Four cars pinned him to the concrete.

"Dad?" Tate called. "You okay?"

"Multiple contusions detected", Friday announced.

"Yeah I felt them too", Tony groaned. Tate, despite the brief feeling of panic in his gut, rolled his eyes. He stood up from where he had been hiding in a empty plane hanger. The screens in his vision disappeared as his helmet sight kicked in.

"Friday. Wheels", He commanded. The wheels unfolded themselves on the bottom of his shoes and he skated out into the open. He was at his father's side in half a minute.

"Thanks kid", Tony grunted as Tate helped heave the last car off him. Both their suits giving them extra strength.

"I did warn you", Tate shrugged.

"And I told you to stay hidden", Tony retorted. "I could handle it".

Tate ignored him. There was no dealing with his dad when he was grumpy. "I'm going to help Peter", he called.

"Hey Tate!" Tony called but Tate was already speeding away.

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