Man, it's hard to believe this book is already nearly done! Let me tell you, it is a blast writing this and getting chapters up this fast. Everyone's reactions to the last few have been awesome. :)

Tony makes it to the Raft, where Team Captain America has quite the bomb to drop on him. Enjoy chapter twelve!

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Steve took a look behind him to see Bucky had strapped himself in next to Jessie, her cheek against his metal arm, his hand curved so it rested on her other cheek. "You know, the Doctor might kill you if he saw that," he remarked, trying to lighten the mood.

It worked. He saw the corners of Jessie's mouth lift in a small smile, and Bucky chuckled. "He didn't hurt you, did he?" he asked.

"No," Jessie shook her head. "It was mainly just to put on a show."

Bucky nodded, absently running his fingers down her cheek, Jessie's eyes sliding closed, relieved to have the cool metal dull down how hot she felt. "What's gonna happen to your friends?" he asked. "To your wife?"

Steve closed his eyes. He shouldn't have left Martha, and it had practically killed him. But she had been the one to insist that they run, to protect Jessie at all costs. And just like Jessie, when Martha made up her mind, she planted herself like a tree and refused to move. "Whatever it is, we'll deal with it," he answered.

"I don't know if I'm worth all this, Steve," Bucky shook his head. "What they did for Jessie, yeah, she is, she's a rare diamond in the rough. But me . . . "

"What you did all those years, it wasn't you," Steve said firmly. "You didn't have a choice."

"I know," Bucky mumbled. "But I did it."

Jessie lifted her head up his arm. "It sticks with you," she said bluntly. "And you hate yourself for it all, even when everyone tells you it wasn't you, that it wasn't your fault."

Bucky blinked, looking at her. "Exactly."

"Because that was me, once," Jessie admitted, looking out the window, knowing Steve was listening as well, though he was paying attention to piloting them safely. "I was in a bad place, so that didn't help any . . . but the Doctor and I have these enemies, men made of metal, their hearts and emotions removed. And they needed a new leader, a Cyber-Planner. They chose me. They sent their little bugs into my head and brainwashed me. I wrestled with control for so goddamn long, and I nearly won, too. Then the Cyber-Planner took over. I nearly killed one of the kids Clara nannied for. And if the Doctor hadn't stopped me, I nearly would have killed him, too. It wasn't me, I know that. It was Miss Clever – or the Mad Wolf, as we call her. But still . . . I did it anyway." She looked up at him, Bucky staring at her in shock. "That's why I knew you needed a second chance," she smiled. "You were a good man in World War II. I saw the good in the Doctor when he didn't know if it was there. I can see it in you, too."

Bucky just gaped at her, stunned into silence, before he turned to Steve. "And you let this doll go to the alien?"

Steve just laughed. "It was because of said alien I met my wife!"

***

The members of the Avengers on Team Iron Man gathered in the medical bay of the hospital, watching Rhodey be checked out. "How did this happen?" Tony finally looked at Vision angrily.

"I became distracted," he answered simply.

"I didn't think that was possible!" Tony snapped.

"Neither did I."

Tony shook his head angrily, storming out of the room. The Doctor clapped Vision on the shoulder before following, Clara right behind him, leaving Saleen and Vision to watch Rhodey's examination be finished.

Tony walked right to where Natasha was standing on the hospital balcony, looking out at the rows of trees. "How is he?" she asked quietly.

"If I hadn't caught him in time, I gather he would have shattered L4 through S1 and had extreme laceration in the spinal cord," the Doctor answered, throwing Tony a look. "Probably would have been looking at some form of paralysis."

"Steve's not gonna stop," Natasha shook her head, looking at Tony. "If you don't either, Rhodey's gonna be the best case scenario."

"You let them go, Nat!" Tony said angrily.

"I knew better than to go after Jessie," Natasha said bluntly, making the Doctor smirk. "And Steve and Barnes would have gone after me if I'd tried so much as to hurt her. Or did you not notice they didn't seem to care what happened to them as long as they protected her?"

The Doctor and Clara exchanged suspicious looks. "Why Jessie?" the Doctor finally wondered. Wouldn't it have been Steve they would have looked out for?

"I don't know," Natasha shook her head. "But we played this wrong."

"We?" Tony repeated, scoffing. "Boy, it must be hard to shake the whole double agent thing, huh? It sticks in the DNA."

"Are you incapable of letting go of your ego for one goddamn second?" Natasha snarled.

"T'Challa told Ross what you did," Tony told her bluntly. "So they're coming for you."

"I'm not the one that needs to watch their back," Natasha turned her back to him.

The Doctor caught her elbow and whispered in her ear. "For watching out for her like that, the TARDIS is open if you ever need us."

Natasha gave him a grateful look, then nodded and walked off. "We need to find them," Clara sighed.

Tony nodded, then frowned and looked down when his wrist vibrated. He pulled up holographic images, confused. "What am I looking at, FRIDAY?" he asked.

"Priority upload from Berlin police," she answered.

Tony immediately straightened. "Fire up the chopper," he ordered, looking at the Doctor and Clara. "Want a lift?"

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"The Task Force called for a psychiatrist as soon as Barnes was captured," FRIDAY explained as Tony, the Doctor, and Clara watched the AI pull up surveillance images. "The UN dispatched Dr. Theo Broussard from Geneva within the hour. He was met by this man."

Tony squinted at the image. That certainly was the psychiatrist that had been "evaluating" Bucky. "Did you run facial recognition yet?"

"What do I look like?" FRIDAY suddenly asked.

Tony blinked. "Uh . . . I don't know. I've been picturing a redhead."

"You must be thinking of someone else."

"Must be," Tony grumbled.

"The fake doctor is actually Colonel Helmut Zemo, Sokovian Intelligence," FRIDAY said, and Tony projected the image into the air. "Zemo ran Echo Scorpion, a Sokovian covert kill squad."

"What happened to the real Broussard?" the Doctor asked.

"He was found dead in a Berlin hotel room where police also found a wig and facial prosthesis approximating the appearance of one James Buchanan Barnes."

"Oh, my God," Clara breathed out as the Doctor closed his eyes. No wonder Jessie had gone with Steve – she'd known Bucky was innocent.

"Son of a bitch," Tony swore. "Get this to Ross."

"Yes, boss," FRIDAY answered.

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Clara looked out the window, frowning as the storm riled up the sea. "Where are we?" she asked.

"You're not gonna like it," Tony warned, piloting the chopper with the wall panel.

"This is the Raft Prison Control," a guard said. "You're clear for landing, Mr. Stark."

Clara blanched when from the sea rose a huge circular structure with lights around the sides, heavily fortified. "Oh, my God, they're in there?" she looked at Tony, horrified.

"Thank God Jessie got away," the Doctor's fist clenched.

Tony didn't say anything as he piloted the chopper to land on the helipad that revealed itself. When he landed, he opened the doors, climbing out, the Doctor and Clara behind him. "So, you got the files?" he asked Secretary Ross, walking up to him. "Let's reroute the satellites, start facial scanning for this Zemo guy."

"You seriously think I'm gonna listen to you after that fiasco in Leipzig?" Secretary Ross scoffed. "You're lucky you're not in one of these cells."

Clara glared at the back of his head as the man led him through the Raft. "Can I shoot him?" she mumbled to the Doctor.

He actually considered it. "Not in public," he decided.

Clara grinned as they entered an operations room. It quickly faded when she saw one of the screens. It showed Wanda staring up at the security camera, a dead look in her eyes before she turned away and huddled up, bound completely in a straitjacket, a blinking collar around her neck. She swallowed hard. "What did they do to her?" she whispered.

Another door slid open, and Secretary Ross turned to the Doctor. "I'll have you know we also had your wife in mind when this was built," he told him bluntly. "You won't be getting any of them out with fancy tricks, Doctor."

The Doctor narrowed his eyes, but nodded once and followed Tony into the next room. Clara followed hesitantly, and the door closed behind them.

The room was circular, and had six cells inside. All six were occupied by the captured members of Steve's team. As Clara looked around, her eyes immediately locking on Pietro, she heard sarcastic clapping from the leftmost cell. "The Futurist, gentlemen!" Clint announced; if that wasn't disgust in his voice, Clara didn't know what disgust was. "The Futurist is here! He sees all, he knows what's best for you whether you like it or not!"

"Give me a break, Barton," Tony scowled at him as Clara ran up to Pietro's cell, the speedster immediately moving to the glass, putting his hands on it, Clara putting a hand over her mouth, tears in her eyes as she moved to match his hand with hers. "I had no idea they'd put you here. Come on!"

"Yeah, well, you knew they'd put us somewhere, Tony," Clint spat.

"Yeah, but not some super max floating ocean pokey. You know, this place is for maniacs. This is a place for – "

"Criminals?" Clint prompted, standing up and marching over, clenching the bars on the glass. "Criminals, Tony. Think that's the word you're looking for, right? That didn't used to mean me. Or Sam, or Martha, or Wanda. But here we are."

"Because you broke the law."

Clint snorted and turned away. "Yeah."

"I didn't make you."

"La la la la la," Clint shook his head, walking back to his bench.

"You read it, you broke it."

"La la la la la!"

"All right," Tony shook his head, turning away. "You're all grown up, you got a wife and kids. I don't understand. Why didn't you think about them before you chose the wrong side?"

The Doctor frowned when he heard Clint snarl angrily. "You gotta watch your back with this guy!" Clint pointed at Tony. "There's a chance he's gonna break it!"

"Hank Pym always said you never can trust a Stark," Scott said bitterly as Tony passed him by.

Tony frowned at him. "Who are you?"

"Come on, man!" Scott complained.

"How could they do that to her?" Clara whispered to Pietro, her voice cracking.

"They think she's a monster," Pietro spat, eyes flaring as he looked angrily at Tony. "And he put her here!"

"Martha," the Doctor swallowed, walking up to the woman's cell as she stood. "If I had known this would happen – "

"You were an idiot, Doctor," Martha said bluntly. "A dumbo, as Donna would call you." The Doctor flinched, and she sighed. "But the Bad Wolf never blamed you. She blamed the Accords." The Doctor nodded, relaxing slightly, then Martha asked, "You didn't really fight her, did you?"

"Was more of a flamboyant fireworks show than a fight," the Doctor nodded. "Martha, do you honestly think I would have harmed my wife?"

Sam snorted. "Not when she told us over and over again you wouldn't hurt her."

"Well, I'm glad she at least had confidence in that," the Doctor muttered.

"How's Rhodes?" Sam asked, looking at Tony.

"He's fine," Tony nodded. "They want to make absolutely sure though, so . . . fingers crossed." Sam nodded thoughtfully. "What do you need? They feed you yet?"

Pietro snorted loudly. "What, are you the good cop now?"

Tony held up his hands. "I'm just the guy who needs to know where Steve and Jessie went."

Sam shook his head. "Well, you better go get a bad cop, because you're gonna have to go Mark Fuhrman on our asses to get information out of us."

"Did Ross mention?" Pietro leaned on his bars, eyes narrowed. "These bars? Vibranium. The walls? Lined with vibranium. The floor and ceiling? Vibranium! Do you honestly think we would tell you where they went just to hand the Bad Wolf over to Ross?"

Tony looked around, surprised, to see everyone in the cells was nodding in agreement to Pietro's statement. Even Wanda, who was practically immobile, made a small motion. "OK, what is with everyone? Did everyone activate protective parent mode or something?"

Clint scoffed. "As if we'll say anything."

"Hmm." The Doctor put his screwdriver under his arm, and a moment later, he put it back in his pocket. "I just knocked out their audio. Should give us enough time before they realize it wasn't their equipment."

"Please," Clara whispered. "We know it wasn't Bucky."

Pietro frowned, and Tony threw up a holographic image of the dead man. "This is the fellow who was supposed to interrogate Barnes," he said. "Clearly, I made a mistake. I was wrong!"

"That's a first," Sam raised an eyebrow coldly.

"Cap is definitely off the reservation, but he and J are about to need all the help they can get," Tony argued, and the Doctor frowned, seeing Martha look down and bite her lip, shuffling her feet. "We don't know each other very well. You don't have to – "

"It's not Steve we're worried about," Martha finally looked up, making Tony turn to her. "You're certain they can't hear us?"

"Promise," the Doctor nodded.

Martha closed her eyes. "You're sure?" Pietro looked at her.

"None of them will risk it when they know," Martha answered, opening her eyes. "They need to. Or do you honestly expect the Doctor to go in blind?"

Pietro conceded with a nod, and the Doctor frowned. "Go in blind?"

"What the hell are you on about?" Clara looked between the two cells.

Martha chewed her lip, folding her arms. "When you arrived at the compound, Jessie said I was going to catch her and Wanda up on what had happened recently." When the Doctor nodded for her to continue, she shook her head. "That wasn't what she asked me when we got to the med bay."

"Med bay?" Tony blinked, looking at the Doctor. "She was sick?"

"Most recent thing that happened was a panic or stress attack," the Doctor shook his head with a frown. "She was fine." He turned to Martha. "Unless you found something wrong with her?"

"No," Martha shook her head. "Nothing was wrong at all."

"That better not be considered wrong," Clint muttered.

"You're biased," Sam smirked.

"Still would've stood in Icicle's way."

"Nothing was wrong with the Bad Wolf," Martha interrupted, turning attention back to her. "But none of us were willing to risk her being taken by Ross."

"Because of the vibranium?" Tony looked around.

"No," Martha shook her head, looking right at the Doctor as she said her next words. "Because of what he might do to them."

Tony blinked. "Don't you mean her?"

"No," Pietro shook his head. "Them."

Clara's eyes grew extremely wide. "No," she whispered, shaking her head, hands over her mouth as she backed away, the blood draining from the Doctor's face when he made the connection as well. "No, she wouldn't have risked herself out there! She wouldn't!"

"Only the Maximoffs and I knew," Martha shook her head as Tony's jaw dropped in horror. "Even Steve didn't know. We tried to stop her, but you know how set she is when she decides something."

The Doctor closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "She's pregnant," he whispered.

"Yes," Martha nodded. "She would have told you, she wanted to so badly, but I ran the tests right before Lagos. I couldn't tell her until just before Secretary Ross arrived . . . and then everything with the Accords blew up."

"And Rhodey nearly shot her out of the sky," the Doctor growled, eyes flaring dark red. "Vision nearly collapsed the tower on her. One wrong move from T'Challa . . . "

"That's why we stayed behind, Doctor," Clint told him. "The least we could do was make sure she got of there unharmed."

"Damn right," the Doctor blew out a breath, but he kept his tense stance. "Martha, please. I need to go after her."

Martha sighed. "I'll tell you," she nodded. "But the three of you have to go alone, and as friends."

"Easy," Tony nodded, a determined glint in his eyes.

***

"Stark?" Secretary Ross called as the three walked back to the chopper. "Did they give you anything on Rogers?"

"Nope!" Tony answered. "Told me to go to hell. I'm going back to the compound instead, but you can call me any time. I'll put you on hold. I like to watch the line blink."

Clara giggled at the stormy look on Ross's face as they climbed into the chopper. Tony piloted it off, and the Doctor shook his head. "If we hadn't made sure not to hurt each other," he sighed, rubbing his face with his hand.

"We'll find her, Doctor," Clara rubbed his back. "We'll end this. She'll be safe."

The Doctor nodded, a dark look in his eyes when he looked up. Tony nodded at him, unclipping his sling and pressing a button on his side panel. One of the Iron Man suits wrapped around him, and Tony flew out the hatch that opened. "Hang on," the Doctor warned Clara, grabbing her. She clung to him tightly as the Doctor phased them through the chopper, flying after Tony.

So focused were they on reaching their friends that they didn't see another aircraft, T'Challa at the controls, follow them.

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Ladies and gentlemen, here comes the end game!

So the Doctor knows, and Tony knows . . . wonder how everything's gonna play out when Jessie's on Steve and Bucky's side to the end?

More chapters coming tomorrow! Time to turn in - have a good night!