Jungkooks' Spidey Secret

Tony anxiously bounced his leg as he waited for Jungkook to wake up. Just looking at the kid, lying there, motionless and quiet, made him sick to his stomach. He just wanted the kid to say something, to yell at him, anything. He wanted to hear anything besides the loud beeping noises coming from the machines Jungkook was hooked up to. Each second it echoed the room, bounced off the walls, almost as if it was taunting him. Telling him that he failed once again. He failed him, his kid. He failed him once again. As if the kid looking like a bus with spikes ran him over wasn’t enough of a reminder, then the constant beeping was another damn reminder. 

He shot up from his seat and walked out of the room. He was beyond exhausted and nauseous; if he didn’t get another coffee in the next two minutes, then he was as sure as hell going to break one of those machines and that wouldn’t do anyone any good. The beeping seemed to continue to follow him as he trudged down the hallway to the nearest coffee machine.

 BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. 

The constant beeping bounced against the walls of his brain, making him want to bang his head against the wall. 

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

He could really do it if he wanted to. No one was going to stop him. Absolutely no one, or else they’d be knocked to the wall too. Yay. More fun. 

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. 

He clenched his eyes shut and tried to think of any other sound. Nothing came to mind besides the ear-piercing beeping. 

BEEP. BE-

Tony slammed his fist against the wall repeatedly until it seemed to cover that awful beeping noise. He didn’t realize it even hurt or began to do any sort of damage until a hand grabbed his arm and pushed him against the wall. 

His ears were ringing and his breath quickened. Oh god. No. Please. Not another day. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t take another slashing. Not another beating, where he would just hope that they would stop. Maybe he could reason with them this time, tell them that he was still building the rocket, that he just needed a bit of time.  Maybe- 

His thoughts of Afghanistan faded as he finally heard a voice that had been calling out to him. A voice of reason. A voice of understanding and pain. 

“Stark! Stark. You got to breathe, alright. Come on, take a big breath. It’s okay. You’re okay. There you go. There you go. In and out. In and out. You're doing great. Keep it up. In. Out. In. Out. Okay? Okay. Listen to me, alright. You’re not back there. You’re here, in the facility that you built, waiting for your kid who’s sleeping. He’s okay. You’re okay, Stark. You just got to breathe for him.” 

Breathe, Tony. Breathe. Damnit, breathe, Stark. For the kid. Breathe.

He felt something warm being pushed into his hands as he tried to focus on his surroundings. He eventually calmed himself down a bit and inhaled a final deep breath. The bittersweet scent filled his nose. The smell of pure coffee relaxed him a bit more. Ah, caffeine, the love of his life. He took a sip of his coffee and instantly choked on it, nearly spitting it out when he locked eyes with his savior. Tony realized that his "saving savior", the voice of reasoning and the reason as to why he didn’t break a hand, was from a person that he did not expect or want to ever hear from.

“You? Barnes? You. You.-” 

“I know. I know. All I can say is sorry. I never wanted it to turn out this way. I’m sorry.” 

Tony stared at the eyes of his parents’ murderer and took a sharp breath through his nose. Those eyes that were so dull and cold, now held emotions full of guilt and remorse. In a strange fucked up way, it was somewhat comforting. 

“I-I… Thank you. Thank you for what you did back there. It really helped.” 

A look of surprise flashed across the ex-assassins face. 

“You don’t have to thank me. It’s the least I could have done, especially after… well, you know. I just. I just know what it’s like to be like that. I had no one to really help me until, ah Steve, showed up again. Course, even then, I still went through it. Plus, I think your kid needs you to be at the top of your game and not with a broken wrist when he wakes up.”

Manchurian candidate was right, the kid needed him to be the best he could be. He needed to gather his strength to be the shit out of that thing that put him in that hospital bed in the first place. 

He nodded and began to walk back to the room, leaving Mr. robot in the hallway by himself. Tony stopped in his tracks and called out behind him, hoping that future him wouldn’t hate current Tony’s choice,

“Do you want to come see the kid with me? I know we both don’t have the best track record, but I think the kid needs more company than an old man who’s tech-savvy.” 

With that, he continued to walk back to the room, hoping that his words would be enough bait to get the metal man to follow him. He bit back a small smile as he heard quick footsteps echo behind him. 

Maybe. Just maybe, this could lead somewhere else. 

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Jimin glanced over at his friends and then back at his phone. It was 1:30 in the afternoon. They all had been waiting in the living room for hours to hear from anyone about Jungkook’s condition. All they knew so far was that he passed out and that they were stitching up some cuts that he got from the fight they had downstairs. 

To say that he was nervous was an understatement, Jimin felt like he was just seconds away from a panic attack. He didn’t know what the hell was going on and what was going to happen next. He knew absolutely nothing about what had attacked Jungkook, but he knew that it was bad enough to have him end up on an operating table. God, this was all so bad. What the fuck was going on? How did he end up here? What’s happening to Jungkook? Is he…? Could he be…? He didn’t even want to think about that as a possibility. He couldn’t. No- 

“-in! Jimin. Hey!”

He was cut off from his awful thoughts and realized that someone was standing in front of him. 

“Hey. Min, look at me. Just look at me, okay? Alright, good. Okay, now breathe with me, okay? Just breathe. In and out. In. Out. There you go. You’re doing great. There you go.” 

He finally caught his breath and looked at his brown-haired friend, Taehyung. 

“Jimin, are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?” 

Jimin nodded and ran his hands through his hair. He quickly glanced over at the rest of his friends and noticed their concerned faces.  He let out a sigh and rubbed at his eyes with his palms, then put his head in his hands. 

“It’s just that I… I can’t seem to wrap my head around this whole thing. It’s a bit overwhelming. I mean, with Jungkook being Spider-man and then having whatever that thing is attack him twice in a couple of days. He barely got out of the hospital yesterday morning, and now he’s back there, not even 5 hours later. I just can’t. I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know.”

It was all just too much. All of it was too much.

He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder and leaned into it. 

“Look, Jimin, we all get it. It’s hard to understand any of this. A couple of days ago, we were regular high school students who were friends with a regular bunny-looking sophomore; now that’s been thrown out of the window. Now, we’re friends with the friendly neighborhood Spider-man and just had breakfast with superheroes. It’s a lot, but we still got each other. I’m even freaking out, but you got us. You can’t keep it in, Jimin, you just can’t. You gotta let us help out, let’s all level out with each other, and help each other out.” Namjoon gently said. 

There was a chorus of “yeahs” that echoed in the room, as everyone simultaneously agreed to help each other from completely freaking out about this entire thing. Of course, leave it to Kim Namjoon to solve conflicts like it was second nature to him. It’s his secret superpower; The peacemaker of the group.  

A comforting silence fell upon the room until an unfamiliar voice from across the other side of the room broke the silence. 

“Wow. You guys sure are the spider kid’s friends. I wish my group of friends solved problems just like you guys just did. All my friends do is ignore each other and take forever to apologize. Even then, they usually don’t apologize until the other is on the verge of death.” 

All their heads whipped towards the blond bow shooter. He walked over to an empty couch seat and propped his feet on top of the black coffee table. They all silently stared at him and then back at each other, having no idea what to say to the man who had just professed that his friends, the infamous superheroes, had their issues as well. 

“I don’t mean to insult you guys in any way. I only meant that you guys are mature enough to actually solve your problems, unlike actual adults who happen to save the world every once in a while. You guys are a team. A team that takes the time to realize your problems and takes time to actually fix them. I really admire that. It makes sense that Jungkook is the way that he is.” 

Clint rubbed his hands together and sighed. These poor kids didn’t want or need superhero problems in their lives. They were just supposed to experience normal things like prom or graduation. Sadly, they were dragged into this drama-filled life. 

A scoff broke the silence. Their eyes turned to Hoseok, who shifted in his chair and ran his hand through his hair.

“Mature? You think we’re mature? I’m sorry but, that’s where you’re wrong. This whole week we’ve been arguing about what to do with Jungkook; what to do to get him to forgive us. We messed up really bad, I’m not even sure he’s going to forgive us at all. We blamed him for things we didn’t even know about. Blamed him for not making enough time to spend with us. Accused him of trying to leave us when all he did was try to protect us. I don’t think we even deserve to be his friend anymore. I don’t think he’s going to forgive us. I know I wouldn’t.” 

A sullen silence fell upon the room. Clint internally winced and quickly glanced around the room and noticed the hurt and pain in each of their eyes. The same pain he saw in Steve’s eyes whenever Tony was brought up. The pain of losing someone so close to you; The regret of not being able to fix things.

“Okay, you messed up, but guess what, you guys actually recognized the problem, and now you have time to apologize. You’re already planning on apologizing. That takes a lot of gut and regret. And from what I see, you guys are full of it. He’s going to forgive you, trust me.”

The room stayed silent. Clint let out another sigh, took his feet off the coffee table, and sat up straight.

“Look, guys, I’ve known that kid for no less than a week, and he doesn’t even really talk to me, hell he hasn’t even muttered a single word to me, but that’s besides the point. The point is that Jeon cares a whole lot about the people he loves and would do anything he can to keep them safe.  You should’ve seen the kid when we first had the “reunion” breakfast with Stark, sure he was kind and offered the breakfast himself but even as a deaf person, you can definitely tell that there was an underlying threat. Not to fuck with Stark, or the kid will probably put Nair in your shampoo.”

Clint let out a small smile as the group quietly chuckled amongst themselves. 

“He’s this way because of you guys. He cares so much about other people because of y’all. And how do I know this, you might ask, well because I’m sure as hell that he knew you guys way before he knew Stark. I can tell he’s always been like this. Always making the sacrifice play and just about willing to do anything to protect the people he loves. Even if it means lying to them and potentially losing them. He’s that type of person. He’s so afraid of losing you that it kills him on the inside not to tell you his secret. He loves you guys a lot and y’all love him all the same. So, you guys need to shape up a bit and be there for him; Show him that you’re not leaving anytime soon, that what he sacrificed was worth it.”

And with that, Clint shot up from the couch and walked towards the elevator. 

“Now come on! Let’s go pay a visit to the spider kid. I’m sure he’s dying to see you.” 

A loud cough and footsteps echoed behind him.

“Oh right, um, sorry, bad choice of words.”

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Sounds of heavy breathing filled the sparring area as two bodies move fluidly. It almost looked like they were dancing around each other. 

A loud smack echoed across the room as Steve’s body lay on the matted floor. 

“You’re losing your touch, Mr. America.”

Steve sighed, silently agreeing with her, and let his body relax onto the mat; Watching Nat walk to her gym bag out of his peripheral vision. 

She let her hair loose out of her bun and brushed at her hair. If he wasn’t as quiet and he was now, then he wouldn’t have heard her quietly counting each time she brushed her hair. What felt like forever, he watched her carefully brush at every possible knot in her hair and stop her counting at a hundred. 

It was like the world went still for a couple of seconds until he felt his cheek burst with pain. Hissing, he sat up and looked at the floor. There on the floor was a black hairbrush with needle-like bristles; he glared at her, hoping that he could telepathically give her the same pain as well. 

“What the hell, Nat?! You want to give me a reason as to why you threw your hairbrush at me?” 

Natasha glared at him. 

“Because you’re a dumbass Steven.” 

“Well, aren’t you a bucket full of sunshine today, Romanoff.”

Nat rolled her eyes, walking over to where he sat, and put her hands on her hips.

“I’m serious. You’re a grade-A dumbass and asshole. You honestly think that I wouldn’t notice you being distracted the whole time or that you purposefully let me kick your ass. It’s almost as if you want me to beat you up, Rogers. Since you obviously won’t tell me why then let me tell you the three obvious reasons; one: Bucky, Two: Tony, and Three: the supposed intern slash Spider-Boy, Jungkook.” 

Steve stayed quiet and stared at the black floor mats. They were brand new. It looked like Tony replaced them recently from the last time they all practiced here. 

“Okay, let’s talk about the two that are more pertinent; Tony and Jungkook. Steve, I understand that you and Tony haven’t exactly made up and want to bite each other’s head off, but you can’t take that out on the kid. He’s new and he’s Tony’s kid. Whether it’s biological or not, It doesn’t matter. He’s extremely important to Stark, and as he mentioned before, you put that kid in harm’s way, and he won’t hesitate to put a hole in your chest. ”

Natasha sighed and sat next to Steve.

“I get that you don’t completely trust Stark, not since Ultron and Germany, but that kid, Jungkook, never gave you any reason not to trust him. He’s been extremely kind to us regardless of what past we hold against his pseudo-father figure and, I’m pretty sure he’s seen and quite literally been involved with the accords. So for him to be nice to us and not try to put Nair in our shampoo despite the circumstances is a pretty good reason to trust him.” 

She stopped and took a quick breath. 

“Look, he’s not a clueless kid, Steve. He’s smart and calculated. Trust me, I did a semi-illegal background check to make sure, and Tony’s right, that kid could outsmart him. With his level of intelligence, he could be helping our enemies, but he’s not. He’s a good kid. You and I both know that he has done nothing wrong but keep his identity a secret. All he wanted was to be a regular kid. We both know that as soon as he revealed who he was his shot at normality was thrown out the window.”

Steve felt anger rise in him at Natasha’s last comment. 

“Normality?! Normal?! He’s not normal Natasha! Nor is he a regular kid. He’s an intelligent person with superpowers. I’m sure he was normal once, but he’s not now, and we can’t underestimate him just because he looks like a twelve-year-old.” 

“Rogers, do you know how much of a dumbass and hypocrite you sound like? You’re not entirely normal either, Rogers. He’s a kid. We have to at least give him the benefit of doubt. Just like you did with Wanda! She is a kid too. You even fought with Tony about that. You know I don’t understand you, because ever since we got here, you’ve been wary of the kid. Why are you so skeptical about him? What has he done to you?”

Nat shot up from her sitting position and crossed her arms. Steve got up as well and glared at her.

“You didn’t see what I saw the other day at the gym. You didn’t see how a kid with a face of a ten-year-old punched and broke a punching bag right off its chain like it was nothing. Nat, he did it with such ease. No normal, regular kid would do that. Not without the serum or some type of powers. The kid looked so angry. He looked like he could kill someone right there and not even flinch. Natasha, a person like that, is a threat and shouldn’t be underestimated or trusted.” 

It fell silent for a few minutes between them before he heard a loud scoff emit from Natasha as he walked to his gym bag. 

“You’re so full of shit, Steve. You know that, right? Do you hear the complete bullshit that’s coming out of your mouth?! A person like him? You mean a person like Wanda and James?! They were exactly like what you describe that kid to be, do you still consider them a threat, or are they up to your standards now? Huh, Rogers? Oh, and don’t act so innocent either. You were once considered a threat as well. You had that same amount of anger in you when you were in Germany and Siberia.” 

Steve stopped shuffling through his bag and froze. Siberia? How did she- 

“Don't think that I didn’t even know about Siberia. I know all about it. I stayed with Tony at the hospital when he tried to give me a BS reason as to why he had a collapsed lung, numerous broken ribs, and a ruptured spleen. There’s no way the amount of damage to his arc reactor and suit would be caused by him having a failed flight test. You can’t tell me that wasn’t you letting out at least some of your anger.”

“It wasn’t anger. I wasn’t angry, I was just trying to protect Bucky from Tony. Tony was the angry one. He was trying to kill him.” 

Steve weakly argued. Guilt pooled in his stomach. He clenched his hands, he knew he was wrong, but he couldn’t take it back, no matter how many times he wished he could. 

“Now, what the fuck do you think he was angry about?! About the fact that you knew what Barnes did, but failed to tell Tony before it all went down?! About the fact that you lied to him about not knowing?! Rogers, did you honestly think he wouldn’t be angry at you? What goes on in that tiny little soldier mind of yours?” 

Steve flinched at the words that came out of her mouth. He ran his fingers through his hair and 

“I-I don’t know. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking Nat. I thought that maybe it would be better if Tony didn’t know the truth about how his parents were murdered. Tony, didn’t need to go back to that dark place. He was doing so much better, he wasn’t doing reckless things, he was better. I just thought that I could protect them both. That, maybe, Bucky didn’t have to relive those days, that he was going to get better.”

Anger churned inside him. Why was he so naive? Why didn’t he think it through?

“But I couldn’t protect them both! I messed up! Don’t you think I wish I could take it back!? Every single day, I wish I could have taken it back, that maybe we could just talk it out, and be friends again or that we could just even be acquaintances. It eats at me every day Natasha. I can’t get my mind off of it. I don’t know what to do.”

He felt a hand on his back and turned his head to her. She looked at him with a hint of sadness in her eyes and gave him a side hug.

“Steve, I understand, you wanted to protect them from the truth, but it hurt the both of them. It hurt you. But, now you know the consequences, I think we both know what you have to do. It’s never too late to make things right. So buckle up, Steve Rogers, and go talk with Tony. Explain things to him. Tell him how much you regret it before it becomes too late.” 

Natasha then pulled away from him and walked towards the elevator.

“Oh, and Rogers, you have to make a move on Barnes sometime soon, or I’m gonna do it for you. Let’s just say that I wasn’t only his ballet partner and that I taught him some very intense steps. And I’m thinking that I might need to revisit some of those moves with someone soon, so maybe James will be up to it.” 

Steve turned around at what she said and looked at her. She had a smirk on her face and waved a little goodbye as the doors closed. 

Steve felt a pinch of jealousy and confusion in his gut. Ballet partner? Is that some sort of euphemism? Did they…? No? No… Bucky would have told him, right? Right?

Wait, make a move on Bucky? Him? Does Bucky even “swing that way”?

Does he?

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“Wanda, how are you feeling? I thought you might be tired, so I did the pleasure of brewing some coffee from you. I believe it is from one of the finer coffee beans that Stark likes to purchase. I do say it is quite expensive for coffee, however, I can’t quite tell you how it tastes, due to me having no sense of taste.”

Wanda looked up from her book, reached out for the coffee, and gave Vision a small smile. The thoughtful gesture made her heart warm. He’s one of the only people who have been so kind to her; who didn’t leave her. 

“Thank you, Vision. It’s fine. I’m sure it tastes good and expensive. After all, Stark is a very expensive man.”

The coffee’s sweet and strong smell filled her nose. She took a small sip and let it coat her tongue. The warm bittersweet taste of the coffee brought back memories of Pietro and her rushing in the mornings to get to their classes on time. It was a wonderful and peaceful time before they volunteered themselves to Hydra. What a mistake that was. 

Her memories of Pietro suddenly shifted to thoughts of her dear friend that was currently in a hospital bed. The last she had seen him was that he was on a stretcher covered in multiple cuts and bruises. Blood. There was lots of blood. 

She could hear those deafening cracks of thunder. The ringing echoed through her head again. 

No. Please. Not him. 

Don’t. 

“W-”

Stop. 

“Wan-”

Not again. 

“Wanda. Wanda. Wanda!”

She snapped out of her thoughts and looked at the person who was shaking her.

“Wanda! Please.”

“Vision?”

“Oh good. You’re back.”

Wanda tilted her head at vision. Back? Where did she go?

“Wanda, please. I need you to breathe for me. You’re going to send yourself into a state of panic. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale… ”

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. 

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. 

“Very good, Wanda.” 

She nodded at him and grabbed his hand. 

“Thank you, Vision. Really thank you, you’ve been so kind to me despite everything I’ve done.” 

“Wanda, your welcome. I too want to thank you. You’ve been very understanding and comforting to me ever since I came to be. I knew and or understood very little of humans and their emotions, but you have shown me how good humans and their emotions can be. Thank you.” 

Her heart fluttered even more. He made her feel important and feel as if she can redeem herself. 

“Wanda, now I believe it is my turn to be comforting to you. Our new friend has some of the most renowned doctors helping him back to health. He is in good hands and will be back on his feet in no time. So do not worry too much. I’m sure he wouldn’t want you to worry. I say we go pay him a little visit once he’s awake.” 

He smiled at her and she gave him a small one in return.

He was right. No need to worry too much, it wouldn’t do Jungkook any good if she too was out of commission. 

Something caught the corner of her eye and she picked it up. She felt something wet on her hand, along with a stinging sensation on her palm. She dropped the object on the floor and noticed a large cut across her palm that was seeping blood.

“Wanda? You are bleeding! Let me get the first aid.” 

Did she cut herself with glass? She turned her attention to where she had dropped it and noticed that the cup she was holding earlier was now in pieces on the floor.

“Oh, dear.”

With the flick of her wrist, she put the cup back together and closed up her wound. Her palm and the cup were in perfect condition. Perfect.

“Wanda?” 

She turned to him, a confused expression was painted on his face. 

“Did you fix the cup? And your cut is gone?” 

“Of course, Vis. It’s nothing big. Just a simple trick.” 

“Wanda, how did you do that? You were bleeding a lot. It was quite a large cut. Not only did you do that, but while fixing the cup, you also brought a whole tray of beverages and snacks. Look.” 

She looked to where his synthezoid finger was pointing. There was a tray of assorted drinks and snacks, some of them from her home city and from other places she wished to go to.

How strange. 

“Wanda, when did you learn how to do this?”

“Uh, I don’t know. I just didn’t want to see the blood anymore. You know, I’m a bit squeamish. Also, I must have thought that I was hungry, so I guess I just made it happen?”

“Huh, well, that’s amazing! Your powers are improving.”

She paused a bit before, responding. 

Improving?

“Yes, they are.”

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“So, let me get this right, there was a “civil war” while I was gone up in god knows where with Thor. And now the team is in shambles? Are we broken up like the Beatles? What was this “civil war” even about?” 

Bruce questioned while anxiously pacing back and forth. Thor was leaning against the wall while Rhodes and Sam sat in chairs. They were all anxiously waiting for the kid to wake up. Bruce did all he could to help the kid and left the room to find others that he knew or recognized, instantly spewing questions at everyone he could. 

“Banner, I think it is for the best that you calm down a bit before someone comes to the surface.” 

Thor calmly called out to the anxiety-filled doctor. Thor was now spotting an eyepatch similar to Fury’s; his hair, which was usually long, was now a buzzcut. He was no longer that innocent God that had foolishly underestimated humans. He underestimated Bruce when they were fighting and now he learned not to anger the man. 

“Uh, Mr. God man’s right, Dr. Banner. You need to calm down a bit. We’ll explain, but please, sit down for a bit. You’re making me a bit nauseous with all this pacing.”

Colonel Rhodes said, gesturing to the chair next to where Thor was leaning. 

They were now facing each other while Bruce was trying to control his anger. 

“10,9,8,7…” 

He mumbled under his breath while squeezing his eyes shut.

“Very well, since Bruce is not in the proper conditions to be asking questions, I will. Now, what was this war about? Whom did you battle against? Now that the strongest of us are here, perhaps we can take them on?” 

“Uh, I don’t think that will be necessary. You see we fought amongst ourselves?” 

“Amongst yourselves? Oh, I get it now. You all were under some type of brainwashing potion or device and were forced to fight each other! Now I see how the team would need to part ways for a bit. Well, I suppose you’ve all taken your respective vacations for a couple of months and now we shall rejoice once again.” 

Thor smugly crossed his arms with a small smile on his face. The hallway went silent for a couple of minutes. No one really wanted to break it to the God of Thunder as to why they really fought. But someone had to, so Sam was the brave soul who dared to break the tension.

“Thor, I hate to break it to you man, but we fought against each other. Willingly.” 

The smile quickly turned into a frown, and his smug expression turned into a quizzical one.

“Willingly?” 

“Um, yes.” 

“Why? Why willingly?” 

Sam rubbed the back of his neck and shifted in his seat. 

“Well, after Sokovia and another tiny mission afterward that went south, there were concerns about the aftermath of the fights, especially made by the governments of multiple countries. So, the UN came to us with a deal created by the asshole of the century, Thaddeus Ross, a pathetic excuse for a Secretary of State. They wanted us to sign a document that would basically control our abilities and suits.” 

A loud sigh from Sam’s side caught everyone’s attention. It was Rhodes who had his arms crossed with a blank expression painted across his face. 

“You know that’s not what they said, Wilson. They were made to keep the Avengers accountable for their actions. Sure we were going to have a very little leeway but after Lagos, it’s what the team needed.” 

“With all due respect, Colonel Rhodes, the team needed something else. The team didn’t need those accords. Maybe the UN could have come up with something better, something that would benefit both the team and numerous countries. I mean he locked Wanda in her room! She’s a kid. How was that going to solve anything?! Keeping her contained like she’s a mass weapon of destruction!” 

“Samuel-” 

“THAT’S ENOUGH.”

Bruce’s booming voice cut them off. The hallway instantly fell silent. The doctor was in. 

“Are you fucking serious? You’re joking, right? The team broke up over a couple of papers made by some American asshole who’s known for absolutely despising enhanced individuals?! Not to mention Ross has especially had it out for the Hulk ever since I started to work on the serum. That asshat reeks of shit. All he wants is a super soldier army that will do his bidding!” 

Bruce can feel himself going green so he took a couple of deep breaths, his heart rate calming down a bit. He was definitely going to need a humongous back of weed to not go into a rage fit.

“Okay. Alright. I understand why the Accords were made. However, the government having complete control over us doesn’t sound like a good idea. Knowing Ross, I’m pretty sure all of us would be in some sort of prison. Now, who the hell locked a kid in their room?! That in itself is a prison!” 

Sam flinched at the memory of the Raft and continued to listen to the doctor.

“I think the team should have talked it out and demanded that they be made collectively by all the countries that had concerns, not by a single dickwad. Did you guys even talk it out?” 

He felt a big hand on his shoulder and a small whisper in his ear reminding him that the sun is coming down and it's time to rest. This voice had kept him calm when he didn’t have Natasha. A voice of kindness. 

He looked at Thor and nodded, sliding down unto the chair. 

Thor glanced down at Banner and straightened himself up against the wall. 

“Now, since none of you want to face the other side of the doctor. Let me continue his frustrations.” 

Thor harshly glared at the two who were seated across from them.

“You petty humans. Pathetic. Truly, surprising that you all would fight each other over a mere paper. In the millennia that I have lived through, I have led thousands of Armies and fought thousands of battles. Battles fought against the true enemy, who intended to cause harm to our people. We did not go to war against our own people despite some of them having disagreements. We, as you would say, had a civil discussion over a meal between them and the council.” 

He paused and quickly glanced at Bruce. He seemed to need a hot beverage and a hot meal. 

“Now, I believe that the doctor is in need of some nutrients. I shall leave you both to stew in your thoughts.” 

Thor picked up Bruce and carried him, bridal style. As they left down the hallway to the nearest food station, sounds of Bruce grumbling and shouts of protests, echoed against the wall.

Sam and Rhodes looked away from each other and were silent. Both of them, thinking about Banners and Thor’s speeches. Sam felt a bit of guilt stew in his stomach. Things could have gone differently. 

“I better check up on Tony, he’s probably a trainwreck right now,” Rhodes said, breaking the silence between them.

As Rhodes started walking down the hallway, Sam got up and followed after him. 

“James?”

“Yes, Sam?”

“What is this kid to Stark? If you don’t mind me asking?” 

Rhodes stopped walking and turned to Sam, giving him a small smile.

“To Tony, that kid means the world to him. There’s nothing that he wouldn’t do for the kid. And that kid is amazing, he’s truly special. But Tony is a man who is emotionally stunt and expresses his love in luxurious gifts, so he hasn’t really expressed what the kid means to him to his face. But all I can say is that I’m going to buy that kid a birthday cake and card signed, “Uncle Rhodey wants you to party like there’s no tomorrow.’” 

And with that Rhodes continued to walk down the hallway, leaving Sam with a dumbfounded look on his face. 

Uncle Rhodey? Spiderkid was Tony’s kid? 

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BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. 

“You cannot stop me, Jeon. That is what you failed to realize.” 

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

“ I am what you dream of every single night, whether you choose to admit it or not. I am not your nightmare. I am your reality.” 

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. 

“You cannot escape yourself, Jungkook. Accept me, or those who you love and adore will cease to dust.” 

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. 

“I am your destiny.” 

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.

“JUNGKOOK!”