𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ━━━ ❪...

a/n
[ almost forgot i killed
off black widow. it was painful
writing this without her but
we got pietro instead ;) ]

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FOURTEEN
𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩
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WANDA MAXIMOFF PICKED up a sachet of sugar, she added it to the cup of coffee sitting on the table that she had gone out of her way to order.

It was unnecessary but she never passed up an opportunity to get a cup, now relishing in the moments it brought to her mind.

If she was going to succeed today she would need to remember most of her days with Stephen, everything that he taught her - in particular.

She finished stirring the drink with a metal spoon before raising it to her lips to take a sip while she looked around the area.

It didn't take long before Captain America was chirping in her ears again, reminding her what to do, "All right, what do you see?"

"Standard beat cops," Wanda took another look around, seeing police eating doughnuts, "Small station. Quiet street. It's a good target."

"There's an ATM in the south corner, which means?" Steve watched from a high distance, peering through the curtains of an isolated apartment.

"Cameras," Wanda's accent had started slipping, she was getting better at American now.

"Both cross streets are one way..."

"So, compromised escape routes."

"For you at least," Pietro smiled from two tables behind - he was wearing a similar disguising baseball cap to his sister, fit with shades and had been quietly munching on biscuits, until that point.

"No speeding until we're ready for attack," Steve warned him, "We know our guy doesn't care about being seen, he isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out. You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?"

"Yeah, the red one?" Wanda peered over to see the car, the fact that it was her favourite one not helping her pick up anything else, "It's cute."

"It's bulletproof. Which, I assume, means private security. Which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us," You could hear the smirk in Pietro's voice, "Excluding myself...obviously."

"You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?" Wanda took another sip of her drink.

"Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature," Sam said through the radio and there was an immediate pause.

Wanda then looked over her shoulder to see Pietro whose face shared the same look of melancholy.
Even not knowing who Natasha was, everyone knew that was something she would say.

"Eyes on the target, folks," Steve tried to them to focus again, "This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months. I don't want to lose him."

Rumlow was still alive to Wanda's despise. It wasn't news she had taken with gladness as she had taken pride in what she had thought to have been killing him in her last encounter.

"If he sees us coming that won't be a problem," Sam pointed out, "He kinda hates us."

Wanda nodded, he could say that again. There was a few more conversation between the Captain and Falcon before one sentence caused Wanda's eyes to light up, "Go now."

"What?" She asked, surprised.

"He's not hitting the police," Steve answered.

They were heading somewhere else, they crashed through the gates of a hospital - an Institute for Infectious Diseases and used a truck to crash through the entrance, entering through the hole it had made.

Soldiers in black, protective armour emerged from the back of the vehicles, firing rifles around the courtyard as four other soldiers entered the building,  throwing gas canisters to the floor and making the doctors fall unconscious, gas masks protecting themselves.

The Falcon flies by, dropping Captain America who smashed on the window, blocking gunfire with his shield before swinging it towards the soldiers and knocking two out of his way to get a view on top of a van. "Body armour, AR-15's. I make seven hostiles."

Sam knocked soldiers to the floor with his wings, bringing out guns to shoot the one in front of him before pressing his earpiece to talk to Cap, "I make five."

Wanda flew over the building, she felt the wind rush by in her hair exactly as it should as she pushed the energy through her hands to land to the ground safely.

She saw energy pulse to the floor as she snapped her head up, keeping the red flowing to block gunfire that immediately headed straight for her.

"Sam," She grabbed ahold of the soldier's body, squeezing it tightly and lifting him upwards towards the Falcon who knocked him to the floor.

"Four," Sam added, he used Redwing to scan the building, "Rumlow's on the third floor."

"Wanda," Steve turned to her, "Just like we practiced."

"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?