(𝟮.𝟭) 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 ➣ {𝕤•𝕨} ❘ [𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 - 𝖊𝖌 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

⁵⁹ 𝙈𝙨. 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙛𝙛'𝙨 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨

Steve was dressed up in the Captain America uniform, his shield strapped to his left hand and helmet secured on top of his head. He walked slowly, entering the clearing in the airport, looking out for Tony and the others. 

He broke into a jog and headed towards the chopper in the front, but an electrocutor was shot on it, destabilizing it at once. Steve looked up to the sky and saw Tony had his arm stretched out.

Tony landed in front of him with Rhodey right by his side, both in their metal suits, "Wow, it's so weird how you run into people in the airport. Don't you think it's weird?" he asked and the mask of the suit shifted open.

"Definitely weird," Rhodey agreed.

"Hear me out, Tony," Steve spoke up, "That doctor, the psychiatrist. He's behind all of this." He turned around when he felt a dark figure appear from the corner of his eye and saw T'Challa in his Black Panther suit.

"Captain," T'Challa nodded.

"Your Highness," he returned the gesture.

"Anyway," Tony said, "Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you in. That was 24 hours ago. Can you help a brother out?"

"You're after the wrong guy."

"Your judgement is askew. Your old war buddy killed innocent people yesterday."

"And there are five more super soldier just like him," Steve raised his voice, "I can't let the doctor get to them first, Tony. I can't."

"Steve," Nat called and he turned around, "You know what's about to happen. Do you really wanna punch your way out of this one?"

"Please don't make thing worse than they already are," Y/N walked over to Nat's side and shook her head almost pleadingly.

"Alright," Tony muttered, "I've run out of my patience," he cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, "Underoos!"

Steve barely had any time to react as a forcefield pulled up his shield from his hand. His wrists were webbed up together as two figures of red, blue, and black passed over his head. Peter and Joanna, both in their new suits landed behind the adults on an baggage cart on one knee; the latter holding the shield in one arm.