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"Underoos!" you heard the sound of your father's voice echo throughout the air. Grinning eagerly, you lifted up the sleeve of your black jacket, and clicked some buttons on your watch. Your boots turned into rockets, like the same gold ones your father had, and you flew out of the alleyway you were hiding in, towards him.
Once you landed, you felt proud, standing by his side, especially since he was currently in the Iron Man suit. Uncle Rhodey was in his, too, with Natasha Romanoff next to him on the opposite side.
From the corner of your eye, you spotted a red blur in the sky. Whoever it was, he shot a web from his wrist, and it stuck to Captain America's shield. The mystery red man pulled the shield from Steve's grasp, catching him off guard completely. He even tied Rogers' hands together, and landed on top of a white pickup truck.
"Nice job, kid," dad admitted.
"Thanks! Well, I could've stuck the landing a little better it's just... new suit—wait, its nothing! Mr. Stark, it's-its perfect, thank you," the guy in the red suit responded, clearly nervous with his ramblings.
So, this was the new recruit dad mentioned, you thought to yourself. He sounded like a high school student. That would mean he's around your age. Still, you could somehow tell he was strong, and quick, too.
Your father rolled his eyes. "Yeah, we don't really need to start a conversation," he said dryly.
Sometimes you wished dad wasn't so harsh. You looked down, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment.
"Okay," the boy said. "Cap-Captain. Big fan," he pointed at himself. "Spider-Man."
So that's what his name was. It would explain the weird webs and the Spider emblem on his suit.
Turning back at your father, you waited for another rude retort. "Yeah," he began, "we'll talk about it later, just—"
"Hey, everyone," Spider-Man waved shyly.
"Good job," he attempted a grin.
You mentally face-palmed, at how awkward the situation had suddenly become. You chewed on your bottom lip.
"You've been busy," Steve said, glancing over at Spider-Man, and now you. You felt your body stiffen under the gaze of his blue eyes piercing you. "Who's the girl?" he pointed at you with his chin.
Dad looked at you. "My daughter."
Steve's eyebrows raised. "Daughter? Really? We didn't know."
"Yeah," dad shrugged. "We didn't either. But, anyway, don't distract me. You've been a complete idiot."
Ignoring that last comment, you blinked nervously, and found more comfort in looking at the ground. You didn't quite understand why Steve and dad were taking their sides so seriously. You knew what was bound to happen, but still, even after all the combat training from Natasha, you felt nervous.
Maybe that's how everyone else feels, you thought, trying to reassure no one but yourself.
You closed your eyes, trying to ignore the argument between your father and Steve. When they finished bickering, you sighed in relief, and looked up again.
T'Challa had walked into the scene in his Black Panther suit, along with Vision. This was when you realized: Wow. This was going to be legit fighting. You were scared, but excited for the thrill of it.
I've waited sixteen years of my life for this. Can't have fear now.
Suddenly, Spider-Man was punched by... nothing? No, not nothing. A man who was tiny, and now he's normal size. What. The. Hell. He returned Steve's shield back to him.
"I believe this is yours, Captain America," he said proudly, as if he were a fan of some sort.
"Oh, great," your dad grumbled, and you imagined him rolling his eyes under the golden iron mask. "Alright, there's two on the parking deck. One of them's Maximoff. I'm gonna grab her," he flew into the air with Rhodey beside him. "Rhodey, you wanna take Cap?"
"Got two in the terminal. It's Wilson and Barnes," Rhodey answered.
"Barnes is mine!" T'Challa hollered, and dashed towards the terminal area in the airport building.
"Y/N," you heard your father's voice from the black headphone piece in your ear. "Stick with Nat."
You nodded, even though you were aware he wasn't able to see you.
"Uh, Mr. Stark? What should I do?" Spider-Man said.
"What we discussed, keep your distance and web 'em up." You could hear the slight irritation in dad's tone.
Spider-Man nodded a little too eagerly. "Alright! Copy that!" He shot webs and swung himself away.
You stood back-to-back with Natasha, getting your fists ready. She had trained you extremely well. Getting used to the pain when punching and kicking. Finding the pressure points of both the male and female body. Reading and analyzing the opponents attacks, to find ways to counter against them. You were so ready for this fight now.
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