In Noctem

Sam looks up at the stars from the broken and cracked cieling, reflecting back at him. When he was younger, it's what he dreamed of.
His Mother telling him stories about Icarus, flying too close to the sun. Yet as he listened, all he could think of was a way to get closer. Even just by an inch.
Wanda's red glow burst back into light as explosions happened.
"Cover me!" Clint shouts as he dives to the right, taking out a HYDRA soldier as he fires an arrow into his knee. Sam flies overhead, diving as he shields Barton.
And getting closer means feeling more of that fire.
"I thought this was deserted!" Wanda shouts, now using her power to bind one soldier tight, dropping his fun as she throws him against the wall, nailing another.
"It was, they just beat us here." A few more of Barton's arrows exploded, sending a shower of sparks and rock into the air.
"Hey Tic-tac, tell me you got something!"

+ Inside the Concrete +
Dammit, dammit.... He has no idea what he's looking for.
The giant, creepy looking wall definitely has a few pockets but one of them's empty and he can't find the other, running into a rat's maze ruin of dead ends and long hallways shaped from utter darkness and rock.
"C'mon..." He mutters, before hitting another dead end.

Cap sent them out to what appeared to what appeared to all purposes be some ruin in Germany, with a cracked tomb out of a movie prop and something that looked like glowing cube thing Loki had a few years ago.
For the past weeks in addition to dodging Tony Stark's dungeon patrol, they've been chasing dead ends with finding information about "infinity stones".
"Ow." He hit another wall. "Hey, The Falcon? Need some help in where to go, this rock's doing something funny to my rada- What the hell?!" The entire Earth-rock whatever- quaked, like a giant explosion had just hit. "Guys?!"
"We're good Lang, just focus on finding what you need!" Clint's voice came through the comms.
"North 8 clicks, West 5!" Sam came through, albeit like it was coming out of a tin can.
"Copy!" He began running toward Falcon's description.

There's a rush as he does, one that's been going on ever since this started. It's crazy, he's actually working with the Avengers, after being broken out of jail by Steve Rogers. Like, the Captain America. ....Well, part of the Avengers, but the cool ones for all he cared.
He runs left.
It's that, or focus on the stomach churn that comes with not being able to come home yet, chatting with Cassie through a secure video line. And that's always there.
Got it.
The object is a strange little box, the size of what he thinks is a metal tin from what the flickering light is showing.
"Hey Tic-Tac, tell me you got something!"
He shakes off the awe. "Yeah, yeah I got it!" He throws the shrink shurikens at it, minimizing it to his portable size as he tucks it into a secured pocket.
This was going to hurt. "Alright, let's Hulk this."
+ +
Lang erupts out of the wall, with the HYDRA soldiers now starting to retreat, their numbers smaller and things now coming out of the walls.
"Sorry it took me a while, barely anything worked in there."
"Nothing we couldn't handle." Clint fires an arrow behind his back without looking, getting a straggler perfect in the chest.
Scott opens the helmet, taking out the object and putting it back to ordinary size. "This it?"
Sam looks at it studingly. "Yeah, I think so."
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Sam and Scott take one of the Wakandan Stealth Jets, while Wanda makes her way to the other with Clint.
He pats her on the shoulder as he limps his way in. "You get better every time, you know."
She gives a little smile. "Thanks. I have a good teacher."
He sits at the controls, calculating the trip back. "Who, me? Nah, that ain't good at all."
She smirks again, sitting down.

As the clouds roll on, there's something she hasn't told anyone, and now knows is real.
Ever since they started this search, there's a strange...energy that comes every time they're close to a stone, or a way to one. With Vision, it's different.
She holds back a sigh. Then again, it's always different, this strange attraction that shouldn't be but is. Every time they're together, it feels like the world stops shifting, like she's with someone who understands a word without speaking. Wanda tucks the thought away in the better part of her heart. The other feeling though however... It's something like a magnet. This force that seems to gravitate toward her and she to it. It's how she's known the location was correct, and as they departed, the feeling went with Scott and Sam's jet.
It's like they're talking to me, she thinks. And if she listens, there's one thing that they all say. "Things are going to change."

She finds her arms embracing her figure. And that frightens more than anything has in a while.