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Steve sprinted out towards the helicopter that was prepped and ready for lift-off. Only to come to a halt when two projectiles hit the helicopter, electric energy coursing out of them.
Looking up, Steve spotted Tony in his Iron Man suit, followed by War Machine descend from the sky and surrounded him.
“Wow, it’s so weird how you run into people at the airport,” Tony snarked as his helmet undid for a moment to glance at War Machine, “Do you think that’s weird.”
“Definitely weird,” Rhodey nodded.
“Hear me out, Tony,” Steve addressed, “That doctor, the psychiatrist, he’s behind all of this.”
A shadow leaped out to the side of the Captain, and a man in a black panther suit landed close by.
“Captain,” he addressed.
“Your Highness,” Captain America nodded.
“Anyway,” Tony continued, “Ross gave me thirty-six hours to bring you in. That was twenty-four hours ago. Can you help a brother out?”
“You’re after the wrong guy,” Steve insisted.
“Your judgment is askewed,” Tony countered, “Your old war buddy killed innocent people yesterday-”
“And there are five more super-soldiers just like him!” Steve interrupted, “We can’t let the doctor find them first, Tony, I can’t!”
“Steve,” a woman’s voice sounded behind him. Turning, he saw Natasha approaching cautiously, “You know what’s about to happen. Do you really want to punch your way out of this one?”
Steve looked away, staring steadfastly back at Tony. Eventually, the silence became too much for Iron Man.
“All right, I’ve run out of patience,” he cupped his armored hands around his mouth, “Underoos!”
With a zipping sound, Captain felt something grip his shield before it was roughly tugged out of his hands. At the same time, Steve felt his hands being tied together by something sticky. A shadow flipped in the air and landed firmly onto top of one of the vehicles. Now getting a better look, the figure was a guy dressed in a near skin-tight red and blue suit, a full head mask covering his face.
“Nice job kid,” Tony praised.
“Thanks!” the guy, boy from the sound of his voice, said, “Well, I could have stuck the landing a little better. It’s a new suit-”
*Vzzrt*
With a shout of surprise, Spiderman was suddenly flung backward by his arm, losing his grip on the shield in the process. With a bang, a metal baton extended out, knocking the shield back towards Captain America. At the same time, Captain America lifted up his hands and another shield, this time a green-shelled one, sliced effectively through the webbing holding his hands together before flying off. The second his hands were free, Steve instinctively caught his shield, returning it to his arm.
“Hey,” Spiderman looked up with a gasp, only to double-take when he thought he saw a doppelganger of himself. Upon closer look though, it wasn’t another spider costume. The outfit was only in red and black, with faint outlines of yellow around the black spots on the uniform.
Where had Peter seen this guy before?
“Last I checked, they teach you in school that it’s rude to take something that’s not yours, don’t they?” the black-spotted hero questioned, his yoyo swinging back to his side. He then looked to his companion, “Am I wrong, Lady Noire?”
Twirling her baton, and flashy a sassy smile, the cat heroine replied, “Last I checked yeah. Unless, of course, what I’m stealing is coming from your lips, Annie.”
Anatis rolled his eyes, but no one missed the faint blush on his cheeks, “Oh you silly kitty cat.”
Iron Man only gawked as the two Parisian heroes swiftly joined Captain America’s side moments later, standing on either side of him like two trained body-guards.
Steve couldn’t help but smirk, “I see you’ve been busy, Tony. So have I.”
Lady Noire noticed the Black Panther eyeing her. She couldn’t tell if it was out of offense, shock, or… even curiosity.
“Hey, no offense meant, Your Highness. Don’t exactly have much control over this,” she gestured to her outfit, “Appearance-wise anyway.”
After a few more moments of staring, Black Panther scoffed and looked away.
Tony’s expression of shock soon turned into outrage, as he glared at the Captain, “You’re kidding me! It wasn’t enough dragging Clint and Wanda into this but you went and got more people involved?!”
“Considering your government was demanding for us to hand over something that we know how to use, but they know nothing about, I think it’s necessary that we got involved with this, yeah,” Anatis shot back, yoyo held tightly in his palm.
“Look-” Tony groaned and sighed, severely tempted to pinch the bridge of his nose, “Look kid-”
“I’m twenty,” Anatis corrected bluntly.
“Eighteen,” Lady Noire piped up, resting her baton on her shoulder.
Tony looked like he was trying extremely hard not to start ranting to a fifth-grader that couldn’t grasp a basic concept being taught, “Look, I’m not expecting for you two to understand the situation, considering France let you do your thing with that Hawkmoth guy when he showed up, but if we’re not given limits now, how do you expect to keep people safe?”
“Oh…” Anatis said, his eyes narrowing dangerously, “So-so you’re saying that Lady Noire and I are to blame for every one of Hawkmoth’s akumas, is that it?”
Tony looked like someone had just slapped him, and Rhodey attempted to mediate, “No, I’m sure that’s not what he meant-”
“Certainly sounds like it to me!” Lady Noire practically spat, “You’re just looking for someone else other than yourself to blame!”
“Excuse me?!” Tony exclaimed, “I’m trying to keep my team from falling apart.”
“Maybe you should stop blaming the heroes for the villain’s actions!” Aspik shouted as he landed behind his fellow holders along with the remainder of the team.
“We’re not performing monkeys that a random government can call upon when they feel like it!” Ringtail shouted. A bit ironic, considering she was a monkey themed heroine.
“You claim you’re seeing the bigger picture? I think you’re the one that’s not seeing the bigger picture!” Sabertooth exclaimed.
“What if there’s a place we want to help, but your precious Accords won’t let you?!” Lysander shouted.
“Or what if the place demanding your help wants you to do something you don’t agree with?!” Anonymous questioned.
“Yes! That would just be too cruel!” Abeille shouted. Culpeo and Leatherback nodded in agreement, frowns on their faces.
“At first glance, I can see how the Accords look appealing,” Ryuko admitted, “but long term, they are unrealistic.”
“How does the old saying go again?” Friesia questioned, “Something about, the only way evil wins is for good men to do nothing? Please, please correct me if I’m wrong!”
Tony grit his teeth before finally putting his foot down, “All right, I’m done here!”
“You’re not even going to listen to why the Cap is doing all of this?!” Paon Blue demanded.
“I know enough!” Tony shot back, “Steve, you’re gonna turn Barnes over and you’re coming with us now because it’s us or a squad of JSOC guys with no compunction about being impolite!”
This seemed to be the wrong thing to say as the next thing Tony knew, Anatis’ yoyo, Abeille’s top, and Sabertooth’s kusarigama began spinning at almost impossible speeds, Lady Noire’s baton and Ringtail’s Jingu Bang were held in battle position, same with Ryuko’s sword, Lysander’s cane sword, and Bunnyx’s umbrella. Leatherback readied his own shield, Culpeo’s flute hovered near her lips, and Anoyumouse’s jump rope was held firmly in her hands. Aspik’s lyre, Friesia’s horseshoe, and Paon Bleu’s fan held at the ready.
Everyone by Tony’s side tensed as well. They were hesitant to fight such young heroes but knew they would have to if they were to fulfill their mission.
Steve just stood by calmly, not eager to begin an all-out fight if he didn’t have to. He admitted the Parisian heroes had guts to call Tony out as they did. He knew that when this was over, he would owe these kids (and yes he would always call them kids no matter how old they were).
“We found it.” Steve heard Sam’s voice in his communicator, “the quinjet is in hanger five, North runway.”
This same message was heard by the Miraculous Team as well.
With a soft blow like an autumn breath, Culpeo’s flute trilled a soft melody.
“What the hell is she doing?” Rhodey asked as they saw the ball of light appear at the end of the instrument.
With a swift movement, Culpeo brought the flute down.
“Mirage!”