#civil war au

[miraculousfanworks]

Writing Prompt: fight fight fight

"I found out why he's doing it. Why Hawkmoth needs our miraculous. And it will restore the family of someone I love. I'm sorry, Kitty. I have to ask you for your ring."

"My Lady, I swore to you that I would never let Hawkmoth take it from me."

"Then you'll have to fight me, Kitty."

Prompt by: inkycoffee

[irondadfics]

Hi thanks for all that you do! I have been looking for this fic where Peter and his friends go to infiltrate a cult cause they were bored? Flash was also there as he is now friends with Peter and I believe it was one of his relatives that was in the cult. Peter ends up getting animal blood on him after they fought with the cult and tried to free the animals? They end up back at the tower having to explain it to Tony. That's all I can remember but I hope it's enough.

Hi this is for you!

The founder of this fic is also suggesting that you check out part 1 of the series.

[sunnysideprincess]

obsessed with the gut wrenching angst of Bucky finding Tony, the two of them falling in love and in bed together. But Bucky being a coward and a little selfish and not choosing to tell Tony about his parents' assassination. And somehow Steve finding out about them, horrified on Tony's behalf. Guilty too. Because he wants both of them to be happy but it's coming at the expense of truth.

[starsarefire824]

MIWIP WEDNESDAY

There is canon fire, and the crack of a Springfield musket, the sound of it tearing through the sky over his head like lightning. William Byers snaps his face to the sky and squints, his shoulders cowering and his hands shielding his head from the fallout. Smoke billows up into the dark clouds, and a storm rolls heavy on the horizon. It’s turned the air humid and thick and the threat of rain has left an uneasiness burrowing inside his fellow soldiers crouched in the trench. Will sees it in the shakiness of their hands as they hold their cigarettes to their lips, in the way they clench the letters from their loved ones in their fists, in how their eyes turn dead and distant as their commanding officer rattles off orders. 

Thunder rumbles again and Will squints again at the mass of black clouds, his vision turning blurry, swearing for only a second that it’s not a storm, but a monster from his nightmares come to life that’s making its way towards his unit, the 37th Regiment Indiana Infantry. It twists and turns and Will’s eyes widen when he swears he sees a black face staring back at him, its massive limbs long and spindly like a giant spider. Then there’s another heavy blast that sprays dirt and gravel over their heads. Will’s heart clenches in his chest and he ducks tight to the earth, praying to God he might stay safe. He brings his knees to his chest like a child sleeping and screws his eyes shut, rocking his body and whispering some lost prayer song his mother used to sing into his ear when he was just a babe asleep at her breast as she rocked him in the strong wooden chair his father had made for her. The only act of love the drunk had ever shown them. 

And then Will thinks of his best friend. Black eyes and hair, freckles, and a smile that lit his face up like a summer’s afternoon. So alive! Same as the buzzards that whipped around the lake where they used to swim as youths with the other neighborhood boys, more than half of them dead and gone by now. Most of them never quite successful in shedding their childhood before being claimed by Death, who greedily put them in the ground before it was natural. 

Mike is here, he thinks horribly, breath coming in rapid breaths and staring up at the sky. He flinches when a raindrop kisses his face. One drop then two, and then a thousand. The rain falls in a giant wall of steady sound, immediately drowning him and his fellow soldiers in a sea of mud. 

Will sputters and thinks of his friend again, and the last letter he’d received that informed him he’d be arriving with his regiment in the next week or so. That should have been yesterday. He reaches for his letters he has fastened to his hip and pulls them out, unraveling them from their leather binding and revealing the tintype he’s kept safe since he left the valley he grew up in. They’re in their uniforms, and Mike’s standing behind him, hand on his shoulder and his expression serious. Eyes as black as the obsidian he'd seen once at the bottom of a cliff when he traveled West when he was a child. Beautiful and dark. A complete mystery to him.

And promised to another.

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Hunting Roses - Chapter 1

AN: This is a yandere Helmut Zemo fic which means it will have dark elements as the story progresses. I do not condone relationships like this in real life. This fic takes place after Avengers: Age of Ultron and there are descriptions of canon typical violence. I'm not sure where this fic is going to go but I hope you enjoy the ride!

Helmut Zemo was not an ignorant man nor was he a greedy one.  From a young age, he knew that he had been born into wealth and as he grew older, he began to experience the obligations and expectations of being born into wealth.

In time, once he had completed his work in the Sokovian armed forces and as an EXO commander, one of these expectations was becoming Heike’s husband.  That led to his pride and joy, Carl Zemo being born.  Helmut and Heike both adored their son but as time grew, they realised that they had become different people.

While Helmut still cared about Heike a great deal, he knew that his feelings for her weren’t what they once were.  They agreed to stay together for Carl and to stop society’s tongues wagging.

Hearing whispers of an approaching battle and fearing for his family’s safety, Helmut moved them all to the country thinking that they’d be safe from harm.  A blast from one of the robotic sentries sent Helmut flying into one of the cottage’s walls and when he awoke, he found that the cottage had been reduced to nothing more than rubble around him.

Injured and weak, he staggered around the ruins of the cottage searching for any indication that his family had survived.  After two days of searching, he felt his strength leave him and he collapsed next to what was once the doorway.

A day later, Helmut awoke to see a face peering down at him.   His strength returned the instant that he learnt that his family had been rescued by SHIELD and taken to America.  Wasting no time, Helmut contacted Oeznik and they flew out of Sokovia that day.

For the first time in days (and under the watchful eye of Oeznik), Helmut ate and rested.  Once he felt he had sufficiently recovered, Helmut pushed himself to find out Sokovia’s fate.  He learnt that the battle had been started by an AI that Tony Stark had created, named Ultron. 

Helmut tempered his rage as he continued to study the battle, promising himself that Tony would pay for what he’d done.  Helmut watched the battle play out in the city, sneering at the Avengers’ efforts to save the people.

His curiosity peaked when an Avenger crouched before launching herself into the air and grabbing onto one of the sentry’s legs as it flew. The sentry tried to throw off its unwanted passenger but it was only successful in doing so after it had been badly damaged in mid-air. It crashed to the ground and the Avenger repeated the process three times before disappearing.

“How strange.” Helmut thought lacing his fingers together as Oeznik walked over to him with a tray of food.

Helmut rewound and paused the video just before the unknown Avenger disappeared, “Who is this Avenger Oeznik?”

Oeznik set the tray of food down gently, “This Avenger is known as Phantasm.  Reports state that there is more to her than meets the eye.  She also has a tendency to appear when needed.”

Helmut listened patiently knowing Oeznik wasn’t finished, “Many of the public only know her by her code name however if one is determined to dig deep enough, they would find that Phantasm’s real name is (Name) (Surname).  She appears to be close friends with Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton and if the rumours are to be believed, she was the one who saved your family.”

Helmut nodded and Oeznik returned to the cockpit.

It was too easy to land unnoticed in America.  Helmut’s diplomatic immunity ensured that and it was even easier to track down his family.  Helmut didn’t miss the unfamiliar distrustful look in Heike’s eyes as he inquired about SHIELD and Phantasm.  Sensing that any further questioning would cause Heike’s sudden distrust in him to grow, Helmut bid his family goodbye and as Helmut walked to the door with Heike and his father, Heike handed him a thick, yellow envelope.

“We can start again Helmut and choose who we want to be.” She said.

Helmut met his father’s stern gaze and watched as his father nodded once.

Pivoting on his heel, Helmut left the house and climbed into the car that Oeznik had brought him in.  His rage grew but then it gave way to his cunning as his brain reminded him that he was in the same place that the Avengers were in and he could have his revenge on Tony Stark.

Helmut shifted in his seat.  If he moved against Tony now, he ran the risk of you getting caught up in his plan.  Unless he broke apart the Avengers from the inside and ensured that you were protected as the Avengers imploded.

And with what they had done over the past few years, it would be too easy to sway the public into viewing the Avengers as threats.

“Old friend,” Oeznik’s familiar voice pulled Helmut from his planning, “There are reports of Wanda Maximoff damaging a building with her powers and killing several humanitarian officials from the state of Wakanda.”

Helmut crossed his ankles and leant forward as his mind whirred.  He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at it contemplatively, “Oeznik, I need you to arrange a car for me.  There’s someone I need to track down after Thaddeus Ross has repaid the debt he owes me.”

[noneatnonedotcom]

Somewhere on a Train

You are Jaune Miles Arc and you’re on a train surrounded by men far more experienced than you who have fought through both bloody battles in Kansas and Mexico both veterans who know the art of war and have been perfecting it longer than you’ve been alive.

And the fact that they’re all listening to you is weird enough but for the last week or so the only question on your mind has been… why the fuck are you on a train!? THE PLAN CALLED FOR STEELING A BOAT! HOW DID YOU FUCK THIS UP SO BAD?

It started in New Orleans when one of the men got distracted by a … lady of the night, and you had to get him out of trouble before he got the entire rebel army down on your head. While talking your way out of that the very helpful lady explained where all the military hardware was and where you should take yourself and men to join up with the rest of the rebs. While there you saw pretty much everything they had being loaded onto a train that looked like an ironclad and you were about to call off the mission as being too dangerous when the powder at the warehouse touched off and your men took it as you signal to attack.

The next couple of minutes were a desperate dash to the head of the train cutting through men all the way

(a splash of something almost scalding hot was on your face as the desperate eyes of a man looking into your)

And then you were riding away in a train with all the rebel’s supplies.

But it didn’t stop there, word got around to the other forts that you were getting the hell out of the south, their commanders sent riders to you as you were loading up the ordinance of your own fort and Marcus handled setting up the meet-up point while you “supervised the men” managing to catch a rebel who’d been hiding in the back of the train since you left.

Poor guy, you felt bad so you let him go, apparently he was talking you up back in New Orleans because you were now a military genius or something. He did say you were fourteen though so he could go fuck himself.

Your mom would absolutely tan your hide if she found out where you were. Anyways the next couple of days were a series of semi-successful run-and-guns as you sent men with henry Repeaters ahead of the train every morning before you came into a meet-up point. Set up a perimeter and all that.

That turned out to be a good idea because the number of skirmishes that you had been stuck in has now eclipsed your age. Granted that’s not as impressive as it sounds but it’s still a lot for a week.

Each time you met a new officer you tried to give them command, and each time your men cried about your humility and the officer told you to keep leading.

YOU WEREN’T LEADING! YOU WERE RUNNING AWAY FROM CERTAIN DEATH!

And now here you were in the officer’s cabin, it wasn’t really special it was a dining car that you had put your family sword in after you had it cleaned and fell asleep in, and now everyone but the officers were afraid to enter it.

Of your new … peers? You had come to rely on Pryce to be your translator, the man spoke calmly and with a deep voice. It reminded you a bit of your dad, either way, the Kansas man was used to breaking down military lingo into simple speech and back so he was your lifeline among these veterans.

He was the one who took your idea of just tossing some dynamite off the back of the train to slow down the rebs chasing you and turned it into an actual military operation with skirmishers and ya know, less chance of you blowing yourself up.

And still, the officers looked at you like a genius for it. Though to be fair you’re pretty sure it’s just all the momentum you have behind you at this point, no one wants to be the one to step up and say that you don’t know what you’re doing. That’s gotta be it, they’re afraid they’ll be bowled over if they try and stop you.

Oh well, today you roll into union territory and it’s officially someone else’s problem.

Not like they’re gonna promote a kid to be a general after all. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You are Marcus E. Derringer and you serve under the most brilliant military mind in United states history, perhaps even the world! Who else could have struck such a blow against the rebels? Who else could have made an army out of all these disparate men?

But he was so self-conscious, he didn’t see himself as a genius. Perhaps it was because it was so effortless for him? After all, flying must seem simple to a bird and swimming easy for a fish. For jaune war was simply second nature.

He had this charisma to him, something you didn’t notice until the chips were down, and his ability to read an opponent is second to none, he predicted every rebel attack so far and countered every one masterfully.

All this from some kid who lied about his age to join up.

Yes, you knew about his age, the fact that he couldn’t shave yet was a huge red flag, but you didn’t see how it mattered. The union needed heroes to lead the men and jaune was just what the union needed. When you got to safe territory you were going to mail the petition you had to get the young hero commissioned as a general.

All the men had signed it too, he would be so happy!

[janeykath318]

Mission: Marriage (Romanogers)

“You look like you got hit by a truck, Steve. What happened?”

Sam was very concerned at his friend’s face, which was a study in barely controlled emotions. He looked alternately angry, sad, and frustrated after the meeting with General Ross.

“So, here’s the deal. We’re either all going to prison for awhile, or I…….marry someone from the other team who can “keep me in check”.

“What the hell?” Sam exclaimed. “What sort of medieval crap are they trying to pull?”

“I don’t know, but I have forty-eight hours to decide,” Steve sighed, and slumped into a chair, picturing Wanda miserable in the Raft and Clint, Sam, and Scott separated from their families for years. “I already know what I have to do.”

He leaned forward and buried his face in his hands.

“I know what the right thing is, but I hate having to give into them.”

Sam laid a supporting hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“You don’t have to do this, Steve. We all knew what we were risking by not signing.”

“Yeah, but the punishment falls much harder on you guys. I don’t have any family.”

“That’s not true and you know it,” Sam chided, squeezing Steve’s shoulder again. “But yeah, when there are kids involved, it really makes the decision more tough. Ross is a snake. He knows just the cards to manipulate people into doing his bidding.”

“Truth,” Steve agreed. He was very thankful that Bucky was safe in Wakanda at least, Protected from Ross and Tony.

“Do you know who the prospective spouse would be?” Sam queried.

“No,” Steve sighed. “I’m guessing they’ll tell me when I give my answer.”

“So you are gonna say yes.”

“It’s the only thing I can do in good conscience.”

Sam didn’t say anything, because as much as he hated the idea of Steve being forced into this type of marriage, he knew his friend had made the best choice he could.

Two days later, Steve gave his answer to Ross, who showed a slight touch of surprise before he went into a vacuous speech about how he was glad Steve had seen the light and yadda, yadda, yadda. Steve had to restrain himself from punching the man.

“Cut to the chase, Ross. Tell me who I’m marrying,” he ordered impatiently.

“Very well. Come in, Romanoff,” he spoke through his intercom.

No way, Steve thought in shock as Natasha entered the room. His reaction must have shown in his face, because she shot him an amused look.

“Close your mouth before something flies in, Rogers.”

Steve looked at Ross, who nodded, with a smarmy smile.

“Ms. Romanoff has agreed to the arrangement and we think she will have the best chance at handling you properly.”

Steve would have been offended at the idea of needing “handled”, but he was still a bit dazed. Married…….to Natasha……wow. He hardly noticed Ross excuse himself to take a phone call.

“Steve.exe has stopped responding,” she commented. “You’re buffering hard right now, my friend. What’s the matter? Marriage to me sounds worse than prison?”

Steve shook his head rapidly.

“No…..I just wasn’t expecting it. I was picturing some senator’s daughter or socialite and was bracing for the worst. I don’t trust Ross to find a wife I’d actually like.”

Natasha snorted.

“And you’d be right. Once I found out who his picks were and what you faced if you didn’t take it, I couldn’t let that happen. I made him see that I was the most logical choice.”

“You did that…..for me?” Steve asked. “I……don’t know what to say, Nat. That’s an incredible sacrifice to make, especially for you.”

“No more than yours is,” she told him, sitting down beside him and resting a hand on his. “You were willing to risk years of marital misery to keep our friends out of prison and their children from growing up without fathers. I couldn’t let that happen. If nothing else, you’ll be with someone you trust and who trusts you.”

Steve swallowed the lump in his throat. “I absolutely trust you, Nat. The couple that takes down Shield together, stays together, right?”

Nat chuckled. “Right.”

Barely a week later, Natasha showed up to the ceremony in an absolute killer blue gown that made Steve’s jaw hit the floor and explained the matching blue tie she’d given him to wear. Clint accompanied her, looking somewhat anxious. He’d talked to Steve the night before, giving the necessary shovel talk before thanking him profusely and dispensing a few words of insight about his best friend.

“I know she’s said love is for children, but I think you, of all people, might be the one to convince her otherwise. Tasha’s got a huge heart and I hope that maybe this won’t stay just an arrangement, you know. I’ve seen the way you look at each other.”

Steve knew if he let himself, he could very easily fall in love with her and If Clint was right, Natasha might be more open to it than he thought.

“You clean up nice, soldier,” she told him softly with an admiring look at his new suit.

“And you look……beyond stunning. Wow.” he managed. She’d left her magnificent red hair down and it flowed in waves down her back. He’d seen her rock the femme fatale look for missions before, but this was a whole different ball game.

“I’ll take that adorably dazed look as a compliment,” she told him, wrapping her hand around his elbow. “Ready?”

“Yes.” Steve told her. With her by his side, he felt ready for anything.

[auideas]

“Vent” AU

Making friends is difficult, as we all know, but it’s even more difficult for the people who like chaos: those debaters and argumentative types who think making fun of their friends is the next best thing to sliced bread. They’re masters of negging, and quick-witted to boot. For those people, making friends is impossible if they reveal who they are from the get-go.

To fill the white space in the market, a new online social media platform is released and is marketed as the “last stop for intellectuals.” The app is called “Vent” and gathers many people from totally varying ideologies and beliefs, bringing them into a single space and matching them with other users with opposite beliefs to discuss their views. The application has an in-house Wiki that’s always expanding and building with every piece of information and beliefs introduced by users. This is the modern equivalent of the public forums of Ancient Greece -- it’s the new archive for concepts and ideas unlike anything seen before.

TL;DR - This work could go in a few directions:  1) An enemy to lovers fic where Characters A & B meet on the platform and build a relationship. 2) Further separation between conservatives and liberal views makes the platform a cesspool and it serves as the spark for a civil war. 3) The information the platform has absorbed becomes one with other social media algorithms and intensifies everyone’s hyperfixation with social media. 4) Due to its promise of free speech, “Vent” becomes a hunting ground for cults looking for certain types of candidates; Character A signs up for an account with fake beliefs in an attempt to expose them.

[omori-civilwar]

[A new TEAMMATE has arrived!]

Captain Spaceboy, Head of the Space Pirates

Commands the planets of the solar system, but the heart of no one. Spaceboy was the leader of a great coalition of Space Pirates, and he's finally back in action, thanks to help from Omori and his friends! His emotions may still be out of whack, but he's a loyal ally, willing to do anything to help his crew and his new friends!

[You've earned the ability to communicate with CAPTAIN SPACEBOY via Letters to the Teams!]

[katastrophic-n3vulaa]

i have an idea for a bucky fic.

(i watched the movies when they first came out and haven't revisted them since. i dont remember a lot.)

Basically: 5 badass grandmas and their 4-6 generations of family wreck the internet's shit when it comes to light after the winter soldier has been tracked down. OR: instead of going to brooklyn after steve found him, james-bucky-солдат goes on autopilot to bulgaria to meet the 5 people who helped him get along with солдат. last time he visited, the family had grown from the 5 daughters he had accidentally saved to more than 30 people. Each one of them knew what james-bucky-солдат knows about himself; suffice to say: everything he knows about himself. Anyways, the USA and Avengers, enlisted by SHIELD, track down this deadly ghost story to find him slowly healing with the closest thing he's got to a family. twitter, having wanted someone to blame, goes insane.

[kool-kat1324]

Okay, so um, another shameless plug, hehe…

I made another blog, this time for my civil war Omori AU! I’ve already got a few asks on there (mostly from friends…), I worked really hard to get all the reference sheets done as quickly as possible, and I have the first story post up as well! So…if you’re interested, feel free to check it out, I guess!

https://omori-civilwar.tumblr.com/

Hope to see you there!

[irondadfics]

hii, im looking for a pretty short fic where peter travels back into time with dr strange post endgame and lands in the middle of the airport fight and tells the avengers to pretty much get their shiz together. smth specific i remember is peter mentioning the young avengers and scott gets super surprised at the fact that cassie is an avenger.

Hi this is for you!

[captainzigo]

i’m making some of my edgy ocs from when i was little. “the alicorn experiments.” they are victims of pegasus ethnofacists that were planning to take over equestria. the pegafascists all lived in a one of a few cities that were like cloudsdale but they moved around a bunch like with the seasons. the capitol was called the north wind. their war machines were just called storm clouds and they were like blimps but the balloon was a cloud and they had cannons that shoot lightning. they hated the new democracy like the other regressive post-celestial monarchist movements, but they used it as an excuse to advance their supremacist ideologies.

mistletoe was a voluntary experiment. he’s an insider defector spy. all the pegafascists names are based off of Christmas because I thought it was really funny when I was little. all of these pegafascists idealize the old pegasopolis in the same way that Nazis, or other fascists idolize ancient civilizations like notably the Romans. but since pegasopolis is mostly remembered in the context of the heartswarming tale, they have a sort of christmas fascism (lol christofascism) I don’t know, it made a lot more sense to me when I was a child. It’s still a little funny though.

i was really into starwars at the time (more so than i normally always am) so of course the bad guys i made up were fascists with huge war machines. but i think fighting fascists is awesome. and unfortunately something some people seem to be forgetting.

the alicorn experiments were them trying to make an alicorn basically by variously sewing together a unicorn and a pegasus. they had other things they tried like cloning and magic too. they wanted to create a new royal line because the celestial sisters stepped down and they regard twilight’s creating a democracy as her forfeiting her rule. (i came up with these guys years before the sisters retired in the show, so at the time it was just because they didn’t like them) but that’s not how alicorns worked so the experiments are just a bunch of righteously angry misfits with weird powers that i can pull protagonist character from. the pegafascists really only care about pegasi and form some other plan to appease the monarchists and/or ultra religious in their ranks.

[mitsukiki-festival]

We Always Find Each Other, Don't We? Oneshot Eighteen Civil War AU

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14117002/18/We-Always-Find-Each-Other-Don-t-We

(Submitted by sctwilightvampwolfgal on fanfiction.net)

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Hunting Roses - Chapter 4

AN: This is a yandere Zemo fic. That means that it will have dark content. I do not endorse these relationships and behaviour in real life. This chapter contains mentions of death, tears, pain, divorce, grief, manipulation, fear, panic, and funerals. Also, please let me know if you like the new mood board!

Steve Rogers who was also known as Captain America was not having a good day.  To begin with, General Ross, a man who operated on fear and not respect had introduced the Sokovian Accords to the Avengers.  In doing so, Ross had ensured that each one of the Avengers thoroughly understood that an overwhelming majority of the governments around the world supported the Accords and what would happen to anyone who opposed the Accords in any way, shape, or fashion.

Steve wasn’t blind.  He’d seen the way that Ross zeroed in on Wanda and heard how he kept repeating and emphasising the complete title of the Accords.  He was proud of the way that you and Rhodey had stood up for her.

Steve’s mind was whirring when Ross announced that you had immunity and the other Avengers didn’t.  He had just realised that the singular offer of manipulation was part of a bigger, hidden plan when his phone vibrated.

The message that lit up his screen only contained two words.  But those words were enough to cause another crack in his heart.  Steve’s gaze became unfocused and all he could see were the words, “She’s gone.”

His body trembled as he announced that he had to leave.  Steve couldn’t bring himself to turn around to look at any of his team because he feared that they would see the tears pooling in his eyes and the pain in his heart.

Fifteen minutes later, Steve found himself carrying Peggy’s coffin with five other people.  He had tuned out the whole service and his gaze had become blurry as he stared unblinkingly at Peggy’s coffin.  While there were certainly people in the church that knew of his dual identity, he was sure that none of them would judge him for his grief.

The end of the service came too quickly and not fast enough for Steve and he once again found himself guiding Peggy to her final resting place.  Due to the large crowd, it was easy for him to slip away and return to the now empty church.

That was where Natasha found him.  Natasha had just finished explaining that Tony, Rhodey, and Vision had already signed the Accords.  When Steve asked about Wanda, Natasha replied that Wanda was under house arrest and Tony’s protection.

Steve’s throat felt dry as he gathered his courage to ask Natasha if she had signed the Accords too.  He was afraid that her answer would mean that he would lose another friend.

Steve felt his heart constrict as Natasha confirmed that she had signed the Accords.  He blew out his breath in a disappointed exhale and bent his head to look at the ground instead of Natasha.  Steve couldn’t even find it in himself to reproach Natasha when her phone rang in the church and she answered it.

His head shot up when he heard her tone change.

“Say that again,” the spy commanded, lowering the hand that held her phone to waist level and pressing the speaker button.

“I’d be more than happy to arrange a hearing appointment for you, Widow, although I didn’t think that I’d need to do that for a couple more decades.”

“Tony.” Natasha snapped.

“Not in the mood for jokes I see.” Tony replied smoothly.

“What gave it away?” Natasha asked sarcastically.

“The general tone of your voice, the fact that….”

“Tony!” Steve bit out impatiently.

“Steve.  I’m sorry to hear about Peggy,” Tony stated sombrely, “and I hate to be the bearer of more unwelcome news but (Name) is nowhere to be found and a woman claiming to be the ex-wife of Baron Helmut Zemo has arrived at the compound along with Zemo’s father and son.  They are insistently demanding to talk to as many of us as they can.”

Steve’s feelings about Natasha signing the Accords were pushed to the side at Tony’s words and he and Natasha shared concerned looks.

“We’ll be there in ten minutes,” Natasha promised.

Steve couldn’t think of a time when he had been more grateful for Natasha’s driving ability even if she was a slightly reckless driver on normal occasions.  Neither of them spoke as she sped through the streets arriving at the compound in exactly ten minutes.

Steve’s curiosity and apprehension built with every step.  He and Natasha walked in silence through the compound and Steve pretended not to notice her side glances every few minutes.  While he walked, he wondered exactly what the Zemo family was doing at the compound.  He also worried about the fact that you had disappeared from the compound.

Over your time with the Avengers, Steve had been able to piece together bits and pieces of your history.  His mind kept returning to the fact that years ago, you and some others had fought against a bill called the Mutant Registration Act.  The reminder of the Act was enough to have Steve fighting a shudder.  He’d done some research on that act and he had been appalled at the fact that the Act had even been allowed to enter the Congress chambers.

Steve had also been horrified at the amount of support that the Act had amassed.  It seemed that the America he had fought for in the forties was slowly slipping away and being replaced with an unfamiliar, unpredictable, and harsher America. 

Three people stood up from their chairs as Steve and Natasha entered the conference room.  Tony, Rhodey, Clint, Wanda and Sam all turned to look at them.  Vision was the only one who didn’t.  His head was cocked to the side and he was gazing at Wanda with concern.  While Natasha sought Clint’s gaze for reassurance, Steve looked at Wanda.  Her eyes were red and the skin around them was red too and Steve felt sympathy and protectiveness surge through him.  He also noticed that Vision was standing close to her.

When Wanda spoke, her voice was firm, “Baron Heinrich Zemo, Heike Párduc, and Carl Zemo, may I introduce Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff?”

Steve frowned slightly as he tried to figure out why Wanda had introduced the three visitors the way she had.  The closest he could get to an answer was that Wanda wanted to introduce them as humans not by their job titles.  He melted when he saw Carl wave to him and he returned the gesture.

“And your other friend?  Phantasm?” Heinrich demanded forcefully, “Where is she?  We came to speak with her!”

Steve’s mind registered the with in Heinrich’s sentence and for some reason, that four letter word had his muscles tensing.  Steve estimated that Heinrich was in his mid-sixties but the man still had a formidable air around him.  Heike seemed to have a similar fire in her eyes.  With her styled, curly blonde hair and light blue eyes, Steve could be forgiven for thinking that Heike was a woman he had encountered in the forties.

Heike’s son on the other hand had innocent brown eyes underneath furrowed eyebrows and neatly parted, short brown hair.  It was easy to tell that Heinrich and Carl were related just by looking at them and Steve’s heart sank because if he could spot the similarities, chances are that other people could as well and Carl could be used as leverage against his family simply because his grandfather was royalty.

Heike turned to her son, who had sat down again while looking at Steve with an awed expression.

“Show them what you can do,” Heike urged quietly and Carl frowned deeply, closing his eyes.  When Carl reopened them, Steve was shocked to see his shield sitting on the table between them. 

Without thinking about it, Steve reached forwards to touch his shield but his hand passed through it as if it wasn’t there.

“Carl’s talent appeared the night we left Sokovia.” The Baron rumbled, his voice losing some of its forcefulness as Heike smiled at Carl proudly and the illusion of Steve’s shield vanished when Carl grinned happily up at his mother.

“We think it has something to do with his father’s innate talent of persuading people to see his point of view,” the Baron continued.  Steve understood the underlying meaning of the Baron’s words.  It seemed that the Baron’s son had no qualms about using words or force to encourage his audience to see his point of view.

“Though that isn’t the only reason why we came,” Heike revealed, “it is a small part of it.  We all wanted to thank Phantasm for her actions in Sokovia and we wanted to warn her.”

“Warn her?” Clint echoed, “Why?”

Wanda and Heike looked at each other and then Heike asked Wanda and Vision to take Carl on a tour of the compound.  Heike and Heinrich watched them leave and then Heike turned back to face Steve.  When she spoke, Steve noticed that her voice had risen slightly and he could detect notes of urgency and panic in it though her tone remained level.

“You must understand that Helmut and I fell out of love a long time ago.  We chose to stay together for Carl and because we didn’t want to give the Sokovian media any opportunity to report gossip.  I’m sure you understand that concept.”

The present Avengers all made small noises of agreement.

Heike cleared her throat, “When we landed in America and had not heard from Helmut, I began to dream of a different life.  In Sokovia, not only was he a former Colonel of the Sokovian Armed Forces but he was a commander of EKO Scorpion, an elite strike force.  As a result of his time with those organisations, I began to witness a darker side of the man.  There was a ruthlessness to him and so, I quietly made inquires about divorcing him.  Heinrich found out about my endeavours and to my surprise, he supported me.”

“People change over time.”  Heinrich asserted, “Sometimes it is not for the better.” 

Tony nodded, “I’ve had that happen to me once or twice with people I’ve known for a long time.”

Heike nodded, “Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your point of view, I was able to recover the divorce papers that I had signed before we fled Sokovia.  When Helmut arrived unexpectedly on our doorstep, he inquired about your friend and there was a longing hidden in his inquires and I thought to myself, “Why would he hide his intrigue?”  All of the answers I considered left a bitter taste in my mouth and so, I took the opportunity and presented Helmut with the divorce papers that I signed.  As soon as he left, I felt as if I had played right into his hands and so, we made plans to come here to warn Phantasm.  It seems we have arrived too late and she is gone.”

“I have a few ideas where she might have gone.”  Natasha spoke up reassuringly and some of the tension left Heike’s body although Steve saw that Heinrich was still unconvinced, “We’ll find her and we’ll tell her what you told us.”

“I will also admit that I am worried about Carl,” Heike continued and Heinrich nodded, “while I know that Helmut would be incredibly protective and if the occasion asked for it, downright wrathful if any of his enemies tried to harm Carl in any manner, Carl is a young boy who adores his father.  He knows he has a talent and if he thought he could help his father by using this talent…” Heike trailed off.  Steve could see the shock on all the Avengers’ faces particularly Natasha, Rhodey and Tony’s faces at the implication that an innocent child could be manipulated into helping his father simply because they were related.

Heinrich confirmed the hidden message in Heike’s final speech for the Avengers, “It would be best if Helmut never found out about his son’s talent but we do not live in an ideal world.  We must be practical.  Do you know of a place where my grandson can learn to use his talent safely and without fear?” 

“There’s a place called Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters,” Natasha explained “and it would be the first place (Name) would go to feel safe again.  On the outside, it appears that the school is academically focused but that is a façade.  Its true purpose is to provide a safe environment for children and adults like Carl.”

“Can you escort him there?” Heike pleaded, “I fear that my ex-husband has eyes and ears everywhere and that it will be sooner rather than later that he finds out about Carl’s gift.”

Natasha raised her chin, “I will escort him there and do my absolute best to protect him,” she vowed.

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somewhere in Louisiana

Your name is jaune miles arc, and you’re starting to think your dad was right about you not being cut out to be a hero.

Back when you first started it seemed like a grand thing, join the army a few years early, work your way up through the ranks and show your dad you were cut out to be a hero like all your ancestors. 

And now here you were in some god-forsaken fort in the deep south with bugs so big you’re pretty sure they’d fly off with ya if you let em. Your commander was just shot by some godless rebels and now you were being told to surrender or face the same.

You got fifty guys… forty-nine now. No one is gonna step up and say that they wanna surrender but no one is gonna stand up and say that they’re sticking it out for the union either. The truth is you’re scared. Frankly, you all seem scared. All you got to your name is your old family sword, one that was used by knights according to your dad. And the rebels outnumber you by the hundreds… and none of that matters.

It doesn’t matter because you are jaune miles arc and you gave an oath to support and defend the United States constitution and an arc never goes back on his word.

So with courage, you don’t feel and with confidence, you don’t have you swagger up to the conversation, and with your best shit-eating grin you say “surrender? Hell, I just got here.”

And that was all it took, not some grand speech or some moment of heroism but just sheer peer pressure is going to make it so that every man will fight to keep this fort in union hands

Or die trying.

And now it’s a couple hours later and your cleaning your sword and you havenoideawhatthefuckisgoingonand-STOP!

You can freak out later someone’s looking at you right now

“Afternoon Arc,” says the man who doesn’t look too much older than you if you squint and ignore the fact that you can’t grow a beard like his, “say you wouldn’t happen to be related to Nicholas Arc would ya?”

“That’s my dad,” you say trying not to let your voice crack

“Ha! His dad he says, well don’t that beat all we got the son of a war hero with us boys!” he grins like he’s in on some secret joke “well Arc he’s the deal, I’m the new company commander till someone comes to replace me but the truth is I got no idea what I’m doing. I was a clerk after all not a field commander. So I’m really hoping you have a plan, maybe some sort of advice your war hero of a pa gave ya. Maybe some strategies passed down through the family”

You try not to notice the desperation in his voice as he acts like you’re the golden ticket out of here.

You swallow, your mouth is dry and you say the words that will damn you “yeah i got an idea on what to do. I’m used to dealing with being outnumbered”

And it’s not a lie, you really do

“We’re gonna have to give them a reason to avoid us, we’re not gonna win in a straight-up fight but we can be a thorn in their sides long enough to get some backup from Washington”

You speak from experience. And the men can tell. They all look at you eager for direction and you offer a prayer to God that you’re not fucking this up worse for them.

But who knows, maybe being annoying enough would make the rebs leave you alone?

It worked with your sisters at least