Peter Parker: Hey, guys, something-
Seemingly out of nowhere, someone apearden on Cap's shield and kicked Spidey in the face.
James Rhodes: Whoa. What- what the hell was that?
Scott Lang: I believe this is yours, Captain America.
Tony Stark: Oh, great. Alright, there's two on the parking deck. One of them's Maximoff, I'm gonna grab her. Rhodey, you want to take Cap?
James Rhodes: Got two in the terminal, Wilson and Barnes.
T'Challa: Barnes is mine!
Peter Parker: Hey, Mr. Stark, what should I do?
Tony Stark: What we discussed. Keep your distance. Web 'em up.
Peter Parker: Okay, copy that!
y/n rushes at Steve with unbridled rage but is tackled away by Pietro Maximoff.
Pietro Maximoff: Come on man.
y/n: You better get out of here fast.
The two rush eachother.
T'Challa: Move, Captain. I won't ask a second time.
Scott Lang: Look, I really don't want to hurt you.
Natasha Romanoff: I wouldn't stress about it.
She kicks him in the groin and he miniaturizes, throwing her head over heels. She zaps him off her wrist and he slams into a nearby truck, laving a small dent. Bucky and Sam see Spider-Man crawling along the outside wall.
Bucky Barnes: What the hell is that?
Sam Wilson: Everyone's got a gimmick now.
Peter swings through the glass wall and kicks Sam backwards. Bucky throws a punch, Peter catches his fist.
Peter Parker: You have a metal arm? That is awesome, dude!
Sam hits Peter.
Peter Parker: You have the right to remain silent!
Mid-air Peter fends Sam off, then swings after him using his webs. Iron Man shoots rockets that explode just beyond Clint and Wanda. Steve fights hand to hand with T'Challa. War Machine locks on.
James Rhodes: Sorry, Cap. This won't kill you but it ain't gonna tickle either.
He smacks Steve's shield with a mace.
Pietro Maximoff: Give up!
y/n is getting thrown around due to him being unable to keep up with his supersede. The he has a brainwave. He gets his helmet to form back around over his head and locks onto Pietro. He can now just barely block the Sokovian's guard which confuses him.
Pietro Maximoff: Wait wha-
y/n shoots Pietro in the face with his shield beam and then shoots out the shield's grapple, pulling him into his metal covered knee. Knocking him out.
Tony Stark: Wanda, I think you hurt Vision's feelings.
Wanda Maximoff: You locked me in my room.
Tony Stark: Okay. First, that's an exaggeration. Second, I did it to protect you. Hey, Clint.
Clint Barton: Hey, man.
Tony Stark: Clearly, retirement doesn't suit you. You got tired of shooting golf?
Clint Barton: Well, I played 18, I shot 18. Just can't seem to miss.
He fires an arrow which Tony deflects.
