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WHEN IT CAME DOWN TO THE MOMENT THAT TONY HAD JOINED EVERYONE AGAIN, they had realised that he didn't come alone. He had gone from wearing his Armani suit, to being clad in Iron Man armour. But, despite being joined by his Iron suit, there was something that was missing. Peter.

     "Hey, where's Peter?" Malea asked, after looking around and noticing Peter was nowhere in sight.

     "I.. have got him to do something for me. Don't worry, Mal. It's all fine." Tony replied, reassuringly placing his hand on her shoulder. Tony looked over at Holland, "Uh.. Alex isn't coming?"

     "Nah, he's too much of a scaredy cat. I told him I culd show him how to use my bow but he chickened out saying 'he had a fear of pinging himself with the string. So, he would definitely sit out this one." Holland explained, rolling her eyes in the midst of it.

     "Well, that's useful. Tell him I'm enrolling him in self defence lessons as of now, see how that shakes him."

     As she stood on the ground of the airport, Malea took a glimpse at how empty it was. Especially for an airport. There were absolutely no airplanes in sight, and it could be the identical twin of a car park in the night sky. It was just so.. abandoned.

     And it had nothing to do with the landscape or how ugly it looked, because it didn't look ugly at all. It was a modern airport, with the glass-encased windows that would lead to the inside where formalities would usually be carried out.

     Malea's thoughts had disappeared when she heard the voice of her adoptive father, beckoning both her and her sister towards him.

     Tony started, "Alright girls, now I just have to say that this is only a one-off thing, because I know you girls like to get in on the action and everything, and I'm letting you this way round, but trust me, if I feel that at any time it has gotten too dangerous for you guys to be on the field, you both AND Peter, will be sent straight home. Got it?"

     "Yeah, dad, that's understandable. But, where exactly is Peter? We still don't know. Holland asked.

     Tony gave a small grin. "It's a surprise, you'll find out."

      "Speaking of surprises, Tony.." Natasha said as she listened into their conversation. She called Tony over to where she was standing, pointing out something, "I see something completely unsurprising." Everyone looked to see what the redhead was talking about, and found what looked like Steve Rogers upfront, representing his side.

     "Wow, it's so weird how you run into people at the airport. Don't you just feel weird?" Tony said, a sarcastic tone to his words.

      "Definitely weird." Rhodey returned, continuing the sarcasm.

      Steve couldn't take it. "Hear me out, Tony. That doctor, the psychiatrist, he's behind all of this."

     While Tony ignored his words, T'Challa stepped forward, as Black Panther. "Captain."

     Steve gave T'Challa a subtle nod of the head. "Your highness."

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

     "You're after the wrong guy."

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

     "And what exactly do you hope to achieve by including children in this, Tony?"

     Tony shook his head, "Actually, one is turning 16 and one is 17. Happy?"

     "There are five more super soldiers just like Bucky, Tony! I cant sit back and let that doctor find them first."

     Malea watched as Natasha was next to speak, "Steve. You know, what's about to happen. Do you really want to punch your way out of this one?"  

     Before Steve or anyone else had the chance to speak, Tony drew the attention to him by giving a fake yawn, "Alright, I've had enough." He cupped his hands around his mouth as a makeshift speakerphone, "Underoos!"

     It was quicker than anyone could register. The moment that the sheet-white webbing caught hold onto Captain America's iconic shield could be done in the same time as it would take for one step.

     And then, the source of that webbing landed, carrying the shield. Malea grinned, instantly recognizing the blue-and-red spandex uniform. Peter.

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hehe another chapter just cuz ily guys sm and thank u sm for all this patience and my shitty writing ily ily ily <3 also can i just say how BADLY i want france to win the world cup?? like honestly i wouldn't even mind if croatia won (bc rAKI BBY) but i love french ppl sm and wanna see my grizou lift the cup ahhhh im so nervous for sunday