Broodmare

(I want you lot to know that I actually looked up names that start with ANT for yall… just saying. PS: a bit of this got deleted and I seriously don’t know how and I’m upset cause it was REALLY GOOD D:) (I feel like I should apologize for Thor inconsistent speech patterns. He gets more old Englishy when he’s upset :/)

(Please remember that some of the guards were Alpha’s, they just had vasectomies.)

Clint wasn’t much of a dreamer. Well, everyone dreamed, he just tried to not remember his. Every once in awhile there were dreams he didn’t mind… but by and large… dreaming just wasn’t something he looked forward too. And it wasn’t too often that he was conscious of the fact that he was in fact dreaming.

He was dreaming this time. And he knew it.

This is why he had been avoiding sleep. When two people on the same flight have a prophetic dream it's a good chance others did too and just aren’t mentioning it. Damn Fury for insisting on a power nap and damn Natasha for putting it in that tasty tea that Ellen got him hooked on.

Behind him was the carnival… because that’s where 80% of his dreams took place. In front of him was a large him, a hill, that he had never seen before. Usually he could recall every place that that damned Carnival of Crime had taken him. But this hill, no… this hill was different, because at the top of the hill was a kid. A little girl, a little blonde girl with a mop of blonde hair sitting next to an Eastern Asian man who was looking at the sky… Oh boy…

He looked up again and the man was looking over his shoulder at him… smirking… smirky little bastard.

After he  took a fortifying breath he walked up the hill. But as he walked up the man started walking too, down the hill. By the time he got to the top of the hill the man was in the field below with his hands in his pocket as he gazed at the stars.

He looked down at the girl, at Gwennie and sat down next to her with his arms and legs crossed.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” she pointed to the man in the field. “It’s a metaphor.” She whispered softly.

“Wha-- oh…” He watched as the man pointed to the stars and slowly dissipated into the sky like stardust swirling in the air until it started to descend like a falling star fizzling out as it approached the north star.

He turned his head to look at her and found himself nose to nose with her. Her eyes; it was like looking into a reflection of his own eyes, so blue that they almost seemed purple.

“Sunova--”

“Ssssh, language.” She put her finger to his lips.

His eyes went crossed and when they uncrossed she was gone.

Gone.

“GWENNIE!!” He lunged, causing himself to fall off the bed. He cursed and mumbled as he frantically tried to untangle himself from the blankets that Natasha had insisted he sleep under.

Natasha came rushing in the door and put her hands on his shoulders. “Woah woah… what happened?”

“A metaphor?”

“What?”

“A metaphor happened. A hill. A falling star. And Gwennie. She told me it was a metaphor… and then I cursed and she said ‘language’ and disappeared… and and…”

Natasha sighed heavily. “Is that why you were avoiding sleep…”

He looked up sharply. “I saw Banner sleepwalking with Hulk behind the wheel. You try sleeping after listening to his prophetic dream.”

She frowned and shrugged. “I see your point. Now get up. We’re about to take off.” She helped him get to his feet and he stumbled a little, he clutched his heart, his chest heaving.

“This really has gotten to you hasn’t it.” She asked seriously.

“I'm shook.”

She shook her head and cuffed his shoulder. “Don’t worry, you’re not alone. Now get it together. I need my co-pilot.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, I’m your co-pilot.” He muttered, his hand still over his hammering heart as he followed her out.

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As they boarded the Quinjet a courier approached T’Challa with an envelope.

“Ah, thank you.” He turned to Fury. “Sign on the dotted line.”

Fury gave him a scathing look as he scan the paper and signed it.

“You were serious.”

“I am always serious when it comes to my teammates.”

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(On the Quinjet)

“Everyone pay attention; there is no room for fuck ups here.” Fury bellowed from his command post. “Everyone pay attention to your maps. This is Winters contribution to our op. Now listen up. Scott, you will place a bomb in each room. If you have any see anything of interest, have questions or concerns you will speak up. Natasha and Rhodes are going to do recon in upper levels of the catacombs to see if they have any tech or computers that need hacking. Clint and Sam are going to sweep the halls and look for their … testing areas. Cap will be taking the remainder of the halls checking for anything that have been forgotten or needs destroyed. Are we all clear on our missions?”

“Yessir!”

“Good.” He turned to Wanda. “Maximoff. You sensing any life signs?”

Wanda’s eyes were closed with her head titled to the side. “Besides Hulk and Pietro… there are ...two… maybe three inside the catacombs. None around it.”

“Pietro?”

“Yessir, not finding anyone in the surrounding desert. Only the two or three inside. ”

“Clint?”

“Yeah,” he called out from the co-pilot seat.

“Can you take these stragglers out without killing them?”

Clint came around the corner jerking his bow into a staff. “It would give me great pleasure to beat the snot out of all comers.” He sneered.

“Good. Cap, you help him. Pietro, do us a favor. Get your sister and go to the town where Thor’s team is. Buy some rope and join Hulk.”

They all raised an eyebrow at that. “Hulk can’t tie knots, and he doesn’t hate Pietro.” He paused. “You up for it, Quicksilver?”

“You’re getting back at me for the papers aren’t you? ”

There was a pregnant pause.

“Yes, I’m up to it. ”

“Good. Now. Let’s get done here so we can blow this shit up and have one less thing to worry about.”

As the Quinjet landed Wanda stepped off, held out her arms and disappeared in a silver blur.

“Fast lil bastard.” Clint chortled.

“I heard that.” Pietro said from beside Steve.

“JESUS!!”

“I’m here for prisoners.”

Steve patted his shoulder and shoved Clint forward. “C’mon. Remember, attack, but don’t kill.”

Clint mimicked him under his breath as they came up to the mouth of the catacombs.

Both stopped suddenly. It was bullet riddled. When Winter said that they went out guns blazing… he really meant it… a lot.

“Weird.” Clint muttered. “No bodies.”

“But you can tell where they were.” Steve pointed to a couple of drag marks.

“How nice, tidy terrorists.”

Suddenly, they could hear voices talking indistinctly, at least three of them.

“Ssssh… Pietro…” He looked over and Pietro was already gone. “CLINT!” He hissed.

But Clint was full of righteous piss and vinegar. “Hey assholes!” He bellowed as he turned the corner.

“God dammit, Clint.” Cap muttered as he picked up his shield and ran after him.

The fight was short and one sided. The first two thought they could just bumrush Clint, and they weren’t expecting a vibranium staff to the solar plexis. The third saw Captain America and dropped to his knees with his hands behind his head.

“Smart. This one’s smart.” Clint snorted sarcastically. “Right up there with becoming a TERRORIST!” He snarled.

“Now’s not the time…” Cap muttered as he dragged the unconscious men to the mouth of the cave.

“Where’s that speedy lil…” he looked over and one by one the suspects disappeared.

“Be careful with this one. He’s smart. ” He said right as disappeared too. “Hey, if I put my fist out right now, would I hit you?” He said into his comm.

“Not even if you tried, friend.”

“Dammit.”

“Is that the all clear?” Fury asked shortly.

“Yessir it is.”

“Good, now go. The sooner we get done the sooner we blow this place to kingdom come.”

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Hulk was sitting in the sand about a kilometer outside of the closest town when Wanda showed up.

“You help Omega’s?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“Look out for my brother, please.”

“Hulk make sure no puny family get hurt.”

Wanda grinned at that. Hulk was a interesting person/creature? She wouldn’t dare call him a thing. He wasn’t quite the monster the media wanted people to think he was, but he definitely wasn’t Bruce Banner.

“When we’re through we’ll meet you here.” She said as she started towards the village.

“Red.” Hulk called out.

Wanda turned.

“Scarf?” He said tossing her a small bundle of clothe.

“Oh, thank you. I forgot mine.”

“Hulk keep puny family safe.”

Wanda smile at that. Whatever he was, Hulk was definitely family.

After putting the scarf on she used her powers to hasten her arrival to the gates of the town. Her plan was to mingle, to get a read on the people and read only the minds she absolutely had to.

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Thor was in his element. He loved the people of Midgard. He loved mingling with them. He loved small markets. Everything about it was so… quaint. The hustle and bustle reminded him of the markets on Asgard full of produce and trinkets and food stuff.

He was dressed down, fitted brown pants, a cream colored top that fit in well with those around him and he wore a dark green travelling cloak that went down to his waistline with the hood down* as he walked about the various stalls.

“Good day.” He greeted a young male omega and his female beta companion at a fruit stall. “I would like to buy a bag of thy fine fruit… and perhaps a moment of thy time.”

They looked up at him fearfully.

“You needn’t worry, friend. I come only for information, no more, no less. And if you have none that I seek, I shall pay for my food stuffs and be on my way.”

They looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes and nodded. “What is it you seek?”

“There art a group of men, Alpha’s and Beta’s alike that had in their possession a young Omega for many years. They did horrible things to him and he was forced to bear pups under their none to tender care.”

The pair gasped.

“Two days past the Omega, his pups, and a brave warrior journeyed across the sands to safety. My friends and I, we work to keep peace and wish to bring these monsters to justice.”

“And you want to know if they are… here?”

“Please, I beg thee. We wish only to ensure the safety of the Omega’s and their ilk. The things that this young Omega has been put through art things that one wouldst not wish upon their most sworn enemy… if you can…” The young male Omega tugged on his sleeve and pointed at a group of men exiting a building.

“They said there was a fire fight. They said they were victorious, that they banished their ‘Omega Whore’ to their death in the sands. They threatened families if they didn’t turn over their Omega’s to the Ten Rings.”

Thor straightened his back and held up one finger before pressing the button on the primitive comm unit in his ear. “Fury, you said these fiends called themselves the Ten Rings, correct?”

“Yes, you find some?”

“Verily. Hulk, you have incoming.”

“Good.”

He turned to the duo and smiled. He pulled coins out of his pocket, he didn’t know how much it was, but by the expressions on their faces it was a lot. He was very grateful that Lady Shuri had thought to give him several bags of them. “Take this, my name is Thor, I am of the Avengers. Tell thy kin and kith that there is naught to fear as long they art not terrorists. We only come for them. Thank you. Please set my bag aside though. Thy fruits art lovely.”

They nodded their heads feverously as they gathered the coins and pointed Thor in the right direction.

Thor turned around, walked over to the men and asked. “I hear you speak for those of the Ten Rings.”

The men started nudging each other proudly. “Yes. We do.”

“Wouldst it also make ye the men whom kept an Omega captive some ten years past.”

Their eyes lit up. “Yes,” he barking laughing, “That bitch ran into the desert to die.” One heckled.

Thors smile dropped. “Excuse me? What hath thou called this bearer of young?”

“That bitch ran… took his pups out to die in the …”

His words were cut off as Thor reached out, grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off the ground. “Thou hath no manners nor honor. Thou hath no right to speak of any Omega in such a way.” As he dropped him he pulled Mjolnir from his belt and gave him a gentle tap that sent him flying over the town’s walls.

The townspeople were shocked, as slowly it dawned on them what was happening they started backing away slowly as they knew of their own innocence. It was those that were guilty that ran or stood their ground.

“Who the hell do you think you are? ” One of the men demanded.

“I am Thor, Son of Odin, Prince of Asgard, Protector of Midgard, and a proud member of the Avengers.” He growled as he twirled Mjolnir. “As an Avenger I hath taken a solemn oath to defend the weak and oppressed. I have with mine own eyes seen what hath happened to the Omega you slander so easily.”

“It died.” Another sneered.

“He lives!” Thor growled as he lobbed the man into the air.

Wanda stood off to the side sifting through mental images flashing through the minds of the men collected. She gasped when images of Tony curled into a ball, broken, and bleeding flashed through a man’s head as he tried to flee the see.

“NO!” She growled as threw her magic at him and encapsulated him in a crimson ball. Another image of Tony crawling across on the floor over broken glass flashed through another's mind and she suspended the first in the air.

As the men turned to flee image after image of a battered, broken, scared, and even eerily blank Tony flashed through their minds and each one she put in a bubble and suspended them in air.

Thor looked at her smiling. “Are they durable enough for me to hit them without harming their captives?”

“Yes.” She breathed in deeply, trying to center herself, trying to wade through the images trying to find the ones that had were of Winter or Tony or the pup.

“Think I found one, guys.” Came Hope’s voice over the comm.

“Where?” Wanda asked.

A window shutter opened. “ Over here. If they aren’t Ten Rings… well they aren’t the good guys.”

Wanda turned to Thor. “Perhaps it would help if you introduced us, Thor?”

“Verily.”

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Scott had named his new friend Antigone. Antigoni provided a nice smooth ride and didn’t seem to mind the extra weight of the BOMBS he was carrying. As they entered the first room Scott steered Antigoni around the darkened room with a lantern that he had built into his helmet turned on. He had already placed the bomb when they swooped by a whip on the wall. Ever the over eager curious beaver, Scott had Antigoni do another fly by when he realized that there was something on the wall… a whip with a word engraved on the handle.

N O T H I N G

It sent a shiver down his spine. He tried to shrug it off in the second room but he found another. It also had an inscription on the handle. N O T H I N G

It really didn’t sit well with him at all, so the second bomb went on the whip.

By the third room he was getting that pit in his stomach that told him that it meant more than what you suspected. “Hey, Rhodes?”

“Yeah?”

“I gotta question to ask you on the private channel.”

“Switching….”

“Okay, so far I’ve been in three room and in all of them are these whips on the walls… and they are all inscribed with the word nothing.”

There was a long pause.

“Hello, Rhodes?”

“Put the explosive on the whip… would you?”

There was a certain almost quivery quality to his voice that set alarm bells in Scott’s head. Rhodes never got emotional over little things.

“Wha?”

“Please Scott… and you don’t say anything to anyone about this, you hear?”

“Yeah yeah, sure I can… I can do that. I’m really don’t want to know do I?”

“I’ll explain later…. I promise.”

“On second thought… I’m probably better off not knowing.”

“Yeah, I appreciate that, Lang. No really, man. Thanks Scott.”

Scott had to stop Antigoni for a second. Rhodes just used his real name. Rhodes NEVER called anyone, but Thor, by their first name.

“You’re welcome Rhodes…” he said softly. “Going back to comms.”

“ Anything I need to know about? ” Fury asked.

“No sir, just was double checking that’s all.”

“Good.”

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Natasha noticed that the entire computer bank was fried. “They must have known trouble was coming.”

“Nope.”

“Huh?”

“Nope. This is a Anthony Edward Stark Speciality. This is pure Tony.” He looked around the room with pride. He didn’t even have to look closely to tell that the computer  had been overheated to the point of immolation. That was classic Tony Stark. That was something he had seen rain down upon the head of a computer science teacher that couldn’t handle being corrected by a 16 year old. Granted, Tones hadn’t exactly been gentle or polite  about it… but they had it coming to them because even novices could see that the teacher hadn’t known what they were talking about.

He looked around with pride but as Natasha moved his heart plummeted to the soles of his shoes. There was plaque on the wall with a whip that had the word N O T H I N G engraved crudely on the handle.  His body was moving of its own volition and before he knew it he had the plaque with the whip above his head and he was banging it on the smoldering computer tower over and over and over again until it was a bent, broken and twisted heap on the floor.

“WHOA WHOA WHOA!” Natasha exclaimed her hands in front of her to ward off any debris that might fly off. “What’s wrong? What’s going on? What’s happening?!”

“Is there a problem?” Fury asked over comms.

“No.” Rhodey said gravely, his chest heaving from exertion. “I just… I got a little upset thinking about… stuff and….”

“Do you need to recuse yourself from this mission, Rhodes?”

“No, no sir. It was just a one time thing… It’s out of my system. And I apologize to Natasha… Sorry…”

“Apology accepted.” She turned off her comm for a second. “And I don’t believe that bullshit for a second, but I’m going to let it slide out of respect for you and your relationship with Stark.”

“Thank you.” He mouthed before turning back to the simmering husks of desktops as he tried to compose himself.

“Sir, there is nothing salvageable here.”

“How do you know?”

“Because someone sent a virus that caused the mother boards fans to disable and temperature to rise to somewhere near the temperature of the molten hot lava if I were to make a rough estimation.”

Rhodey snorted softly. “Yeah, sounds like something he would do.”

“Good. I mean it’s bad, cause I’ve got no intel to go on, but it’s good that he knew to screw them over as best he could.”

“Yeah…. Yeah… that’s my boy…” he sniffed.

There was a buzzing in the air and it stopped right next to Rhodey.

“I don’t see it.” Scott said next to Rhodey’s head.

“Look down, Lang.”

“Oh… found it!” The were was a small *ting* of the bomb sticking to the debri and the buzzing went flying out the room again.

Natasha made eye contact with him.

“Later.”

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Clint and Sam were clearing out the rooms. Anything that might have been… well… something… had been compromised. The weapons were bent in two, monitors were smashed, test tubes and vials obliterated.

Neither man spoke as they looked in each room, but they both had the pit growing in their stomach. Both men had noticed the plaques on the wall but they weren’t about to mention it to each other or over the comms. They did make note it on their tablets in case they were important.

The fourth, fifth and last doors in the hall were all different than the rest.

“Oh boy.” Sam breathed.

“I feel like this is the door before a boss battle.”

“Just kick it in.” Sam groaned.

With a shrug Clint kicked the door in… and they both with that they hadn’t.

“What in the…”

“Oh god…”

“Is there a problem?” Fury asked.

“Private comm?”

“Private comm.”

“What’s the matter boys?”

“We found the… I think we found their communal area?” Clint said with a gulp.

“What makes you think that?”

Sam was the first one to take a step in. “Oh, I’m judging by the stripper pole, the torture tools, and… dear god what does that even do?”

“What’s it look like?” Came Rhodey’s all but calm voice.

“Rhodes, this is…”

“What. Does. It. Look. Like?” He said slower.

“Looks like stirrups with restraints …”

“Yes, that’s the communal area.” Rhodey cut him off. “Is there anything of interest in there?”

Sam looked around. “Nothing that I want to think about, or remember, or …” his eyes landed on the plaque and the whip and it all clicked. He took a deep shaky breath. “Someone get Scott on this channel.”

“Someone ask for me?”

“Scott, I’m marking a room in this area. I would suggest putting multiple devices in them.”

There was a long pause. “Fury? Is that okay?”

There was another pause. “Yes… do it.”

“Oh, and Lang… don’t forget the Whip.”

The silence become long and awkward.

“Don’t worry.” Scott growled menacingly; something no one was used to hearing in his voice. “I’m getting everyone I see. Lang, out.”

“What was that? What was that? Did I just hear Scott Lang get mad?” Even when he was fighting Doctor Doom or Doc Oc, Scott Lang cracked wise. But Scott Lang mad. That set off warning bells.

“Yeah, sounded like it.” Clint shook his head. “I’m going to take a giant leap here and say that those plaques we’ve been purposefully ignoring are everywhere.”

Sam cursed under his breath.

“Next room?”

“Maybe we open the next two at the same time and see which one is worse.”

Clint paused. “I don’t even want to ask if it can get worse, because that’ll jinx it.”

They walked out of the room, took a stance in front of both doors, nodded and kicked.

“FUCK!”

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Steve wished they had sent someone else to this room.

He wished with every bone in his body that Fury had sent someone else to look into this room. It wasn’t just any room. This is where they had lived.

It was small and cramped but you could tell that they had tried to make it as ‘normal’ as possible.

There was small room off to the side which was too small to be an actual bedroom; but you could tell that there had been a concerted- effort to make the room as comfortable and as friendly as they could. The makeshift pillows lain with care. The makeshift mattress was covered in a with a threadbare blanket as though the occupants had intended to turn in for the night. There even was a patchwork curtain hanging from the doorway.

The rest of the room was… not huge, but not small… but it was cramped. There was a dilapidated couch in front of a broken coffee table that was being kept even by old empty boxes. The coffee table had cups and plates and…  gods help him, a small binky sat between a cup and a plate.

He hesitated a second before putting it in his suit pocket. It might have just been a binky, but it might be something Tony had wanted to keep. He hadn’t seen Nova with one, but still… sentiment.

Carefully he walked around the room. Off to the side was a small enclave with a counter and a sink. Not far from that was a small area that had served as bathroom, and next to it was the most crude shower/bath tub he had ever seen.

They got by with little and that was obvious.

There were plates and cups and trash scattered everywhere; probably from a last sweep before their ‘great escape’. But there were telltale ‘family’ things everywhere. The thin mattress that Winter and Tony had shared on the floor, one side had more filler than other, and more makeshift pillows too. Little chairs strewn here and there. There were a dilapidated of dilapidated bookshelves that held nothing now. But there was one bookshelf that looked industrial. Maybe the Ten Rings had put it there for a special reason. He didn’t know. And he didn’t care.

There was, however, one book on the top shelf. It was way back on the shelf. He wouldn’t have noticed it at all if he hadn’t been standing halfway across room when he saw the shelf.

Curiosity peeked he walked over to the bookshelf and reached for the book. “Huh.” The book didn’t have a title or an author… and when he opened it up he couldn’t help but chuckle. The book was hollowed out and inside was a small empty tin of something that smelled almost like vapor rub. ‘This’ he thought to himself. ‘This is something I would want to keep.’ He wasn’t sure if Winter or Tony would… but… it never hurt.

As he pivoted his foot he creak under his feet. The floor was made of dirt everywhere else though, so he stopped, turned around and stepped again.

*creak*

*creak*

He put the book and pacifier on the coffee table and knelt on the dirt floor a couple feet in front of it. He ran his hand across the dirty floor and at first felt nothing unusual. But in front of the bookshelf was a small patch of carpeting covered by the dirt.

“Huh.” He mumbled as he took out his utility knife and cut around the edges until he came to the corner. Then, he grabbed the corner and pulled it away as carefully as he could. Underneath it he discovered wood flooring, long thick, sturdy wood planks all in a row… except for three that were slightly different from the rest.

“Well, never hurts to look I suppose.” He muttered to himself as he took the first plank and wiggled it out. The second board was a little harder to move. He wasn’t really paying that much attention and so he didn’t notice that industrial bookcase was leaning precariously forward until he moved the third board and it made a loud groaning noise.

“LOOK OUT!” He heard and looked up just in time to see Scott jump off of his flying ant to become larger than Steve, catch the bookcase and set it down on the ground.

“Yeesh, that thing had to have weight 300 lbs, easy.”

“Ah... thanks Scott.” He said sheepishly.

Scott shrank down to normal size and took off his helmet. “Ah, you’re welcome, Cap. You just gotta be careful. 300 lb bookcases might not kill you, but boy would it leave a nasty bruise.”

Steve chuckled awkwardly. “You’re right… it would.” He looked at the boards beneath him and realized that beneath the boards had been a hiding spot.

“Hey, what you got there?” Scott asked curiously.

“To be honest, I’m not sure.” He moved to look inside the whole and sighed. There was a box. A long and narrow box. “Let’s see.” He pulled it out carefully and laid it on the floor.

“Oh… does that look like a keepsake box to you, Cap? Cause it looks like a keepsake box to me.”

Steve cursed under his breath. It didn’t just look like a keepsake box. It looked like Yinsen’s keepsake box. Like, one that neither Tony nor Winter knew about going from the accumulated dust on the top.

“Yeah, I think this is what I’m looking for.”

“That everything you think? No dollies or special anything else?”

“Just a couple things, I think they were pretty thorough.”

“That’s good…” Scott’s voice trailed off. “You have got to be kidding me!”

“What?”

“Something wrong, Lang?”

“In their living quarters!” He exclaimed, as though that explained anything to Steve.

A string of curses could be heard over the comms.

Steve looked up as Scott threw a bomb onto a plaque with a whip.

“Let’s get out of here, Cap. This room is done.” Scott growled before shrinking and calling the flying ant to pick him up.

“I feel like I just missed something big.” Steve said over the com.

“It’s nothing. It’ll only make you madder.” Rhodes explained.

“You find anything of import, Cap?” Fury asked.

“Honestly, yes. But it’s not going to be opened by anyone but it’s proper owner. And from the engraving on the lid… it’s not one of us.” He said as he ran his fingers over the name Tony engraved at the top of the lid and just below it was a word that he was pretty sure was an intimate term of endearment. “If you don’t need me anymore I’m going to join you back on the quinjet.”

“Understood. See you up here in ten.”

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As Steve walked back up the halls of the catacombs he heard the dual cursing of both Sam and Clint. He paused and listened to the comms.

“What’s going on?”

“I found it… we found it…”

“Found what?” Rhodey growled.

“The epicenter.” It took about five seconds and he saw Rhodey running in front of him followed closely by Natasha. She stopped when she saw Steve.

“I think… I think I’m going to go with you.” She breathed out heavily.

“To the quinjet?”

“Yes… I don’t think I should…” she paused. “I’m so fucking angry Steve.”

“Get in line.” He whispered as he started walking again. “Get in line.”

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