"What about the gas?" 
                              
"Get it out."
                              
Wanda's hands glowed red, she encased Steve in a bright bundle, spinning slowly to raise him up to the window, where he would attack the soldiers. She felt a wave of relief course through her as he landed into the building gently.
                              
Now, getting the gas out wouldn't be too hard. She had seen Stephen study a spell quite similar, a spell called the Winds of something. 
                              
But, the spell wasn't the thing she needed, it was only the specific hand gestures. 
                              
She curved her fingers, taking a hold on the gas and spinning it round and round into a big tornado which she let grow until it was into the air. Sam blocked any gunfire behind her. 
                              
"Rumlow has a biological weapon," Steve said into the radio.
                              
"Got it," Pietro was finally ready to get some action, he sped quickly towards the scene, leaving wisps of blue behind him as he rushed into the attack. 
                              
He managed to knock some soldiers down, kicking a punching past them, too fast for any of them to catch him. He spotted Rumlow but he rushed away too soon, "He's got away."

                              
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SAM WILSON LANDED on a rooftop, he scanned the area with his goggles, "I got four, they're splitting up."
                              
The team were now on a chase through the city, those who could keep up were. Pietro Maximoff ran through the crowd, he jumped off the hood of cars, "I've got the two idiots on the left."
                              
Steve Rogers is also running along with cars, he stops to scan the area, slightly hesitant, "They ditched their gear, it's a shell game now. One of them has the payload."
                              
Steve spots a piece of glowing machinery on his shield, it immediately clicks that it's a bomb as he flings it into the air to let it explode away from the citizens.
                              
Rumlow approaches the Captain from the back, punching him to the floor, "There you are, you son of a bitch. I've been waiting for this."
                              
Pietro continued to chase one of the soldiers through the city, he knew he had the weapon, it wasn't much of a race but he kept up with him at a human speed. 
                              
He jumped onto him, tackling him to the floor with much effort before he got thrown off and another soldier entered the picture. He threw the basket on the floor towards his feet, making him tumble. 
                              
He waited until they were both on the ground to speed towards the gun on the floor, pointing it at the soldier who proved not to be the one with the weapon as he turned to see the other one holding the vial. 
                              
"Drop it!" Pietro would be lying if he said he wasn't frightened as the mercenary shouted, "Or I'll drop this. Drop it!"
                              
"He'll do it," The other mercenary egged on, Pietro was worried. He wasn't even sure he knew how to shoot a gun.
                              
"Shit..." Pietro cursed under his breath before seeing Redwing appear slowly and fire at the soldier with the vial.
                              
Pietro used his speed, a blur to everyone else as he knocked down the soldier with the gun and ran over to retrieve the vial before it smashed to the ground.
                              
He spoke into the radio, "The vial's secure. Thanks, Wilson."
                              
"Don't thank me," Sam smiled, zooming into Pietro's face with the bird-like machinery.
                              
"It's not a bird," Pietro rolled his eyes.
                              
"His name is Redwing."
                              
"I'm still not thanking him."
                              
"He's cute, go ahead. Pet him."
                              
Captain America and Crossbones were still engaging in combat, neither one gaining the upper hand, Brock keeps swinging for his face which is blocked efficiently by a small lean. 
                              
Steve decides to punch him which doesn't sit well as he gets thrown into a wall with a large grunt before getting up again to throw more punches. 
                              
"This is for dropping a building on my face," Brock growls as a knife extends from his armour, he had Steve pinned down. 
                              
However, Steve dodged his attack once again, ripping off the piece of the weaponised metal glove on his hand. Brock revealed the knife he had on the other side but Steve was quick as he disarmed him again, kicking him far to the other side of the market place.
                              
He ran over to Rumlow, who was defeated on his knees, he peeled off the skeletal mask to reveal his face or at least what appeared to be left of it. His face was scarred, red thick lines ran across his face. 
                              
Most of it from when a building was dropped on his face, some of it from getting thrown out of a train at top speed.
                              
"I think I look pretty good, all things considered," Brock smiled, half-joking.
                              
"Who's your buyer?" Steve grabbed him by the scruff of the neck.
                              
"You know, he knew you," Brock still had a smile on his face, "Your pal, your buddy, your Bucky."
                              
Steve felt himself become weak, small - everything had changed for him right there, all he could remember was Bucky...the Bucky that was there for him every day getting attacked on the streets Brooklyn.
                              
"What did you say?" Steve asked, not believing it. It was too good.
                              
"He remembered you. I was there, he got all weepy about it. Till they put his brain back in the blender. He wanted you to know something. He said to me, "Please tell Rogers. When you gotta go, you gotta go. And you're coming with me."" It all happened too fast, Brock pressed the button on his bomb vest, activating the flames that increased around him.
                              
Wanda acted quickly as Steve stood there, paralysed, she struggled as she encased him inside a glowing field of energy, trapping the flames inside a ball. 
                              
It was hard to control, just containing the flames took too much mental capacity. And she still had to get it away from the civilians.
                              
"Argh..." Wanda screamed before lifting him up into the air, trying to fling him upwards before knocking him off course and into the hospital building a few metres away.
                              
Wanda ducked, shielding herself from the blast that erupted, glass shattering and the explosion multiplying...it wasn't until she stood up straight that her eyes opened.
                              
It was horrific, screams and shouts circled around her as people ran from the scene. Almost a quarter of one section of the building was on fire, her eyes didn't know where to look before everything in her brain cantered.
                              
She had thrown him into a building of people. Innocent people. They had been in the hospital, already frail - some doctors trying to help them and she had just killed them. 
                              
It had happened again. She'd messed up, again and that was all she could think as she felt her facial features crease and tears water her eyes. 
                              
"Sam...we need...Fire and Rescue...on the south side of the building," Words from Steve fell into the background for her as she stared up in awe...
                              
What had she done?