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As you began to wake up, you were barely able to move. You laid there with your eyes closed still, trying to collect memories of what had happened. After a few seconds, you could hear a voice—Bucky's voice.

"This is his fault!" Bucky's voice was a loud whisper, as if he was trying not to wake you but his anger was getting the better of him.

The next voice you heard was Steve's.

"Keep your voice down. I don't know how much morphine she was given." Steve sighed and you could hear him pacing around the room, a habit he'd always had.

"I'll kill him, Steve. I swear." Bucky growled under his breath, the sound of his metal hand grabbing something else metal causing you to force your eyes open.

Sitting up slowly, you rubbed your eyes and looked at the two men—all of their attention now on you. Bucky had gripped the metal frame of the bed you were in so tightly that when he pulled it away, it was bent and had finger indents.

"(Y/N), how do you feel?" Bucky asked, his whole demeanor changing from aggressive to worried.

"Drugged and shitty." You frowned, your eyes moving from him to the bandages wrapped around your arm and torso. "What the hell happened?"

"Cat fight." Clint, who you hadn't even noticed sitting in the corner, spoke up, chewing on a toothpick.

"Barton," Bucky shot him a glare, but Steve's hand immediately grasped Bucky's shoulder firmly as he gave him a look.

"You fell out of a window." Steve said, pulling his hand away from Bucky as he folded his arms across his chest.

"Okay, I know I can be a bit clumsy, but—" You raised an eyebrow, the morphine taking a toll on you.

You felt exhausted and your whole body ached, but other than that you felt no pain.

"You didn't fall out of the damn window," Bucky frowned, his flesh hand taking yours. "I pushed Panther—"

"Pushed? You threw the son of a bitch like a rag doll with your robo arm, Barnes." Clint spoke up again from his chair in the corner of the room.

"You weren't even there," Bucky rolled his eyes, despite knowing that Clint was right.

"Eyes like a hawk, man. I see everything." Clint smirked, gnawing on the toothpick.

"Cut the bullshit, Clint. I told you about it." Natasha entered the room, causing your eyebrows to raise in surprise.

"Wow Nat, you've been back on the team for all of two hours and you're already cursing me." Clint rolled his eyes.

"You switched sides?" You asked Natasha, watching the red head come over to the side of the bed you were sitting in.

"I guess I did. Someone has to pick up after these boys, right?" She shrugged, glancing between Clint and Steve.

You nodded understandingly before turning your attention back to a very annoyed Bucky.

"As I was saying," Bucky resumed his story telling, "I threw Panther towards the window and he grabbed you just before breaking through the glass. Then you two fell, I jumped after you, and now we're back at the Avengers facility."

"How did we survive the fall?" You asked, looking down at your legs and the rest of your body.

Nothing was broken as it should have been.

"Well, that's because you didn't land. You never even came close to hitting the ground." Your attention turned towards the open window where a skinny, but fit figure in a red and blue, spandex suit came swinging in using some kind of rope looking material.

"Who the hell are you?" You frowned, looking at him and everyone else's facial expressions.

They all looked just as surprised as you did.

"The name's Spider-Man. You haven't heard of me?" He landed on his feet in the room, barely making a thump.

"Doesn't ring a bell." You replied, feeling Bucky's hand squeeze yours reassuringly.

"Seriously?" Spider-Man groaned, leaning against the wall.

"Super heroes just aren't as. . .super anymore, huh?" Clint eyed the kid cautiously as Nat stared him down.

"You're one to talk Barton; all you do is cardio and shoot arrows." Bucky sneered, obviously still not buddy-buddy with the Avengers yet.

"Watch it, Skywalker." Clint warned, comparing Bucky to Anakin Skywalker since both had metal appendages.

"What did you call me?" Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, obviously having no clue what Clint was talking about.

"Guys!" You interrupted them, stopping them brim arguing.

Spider-Man peeled his mask off, revealing a young teenage boy with messy, brown hair.

"Spider-Man, huh?" Clint started up again, standing up and walking towards him. "You're just a kid. Shouldn't you be calling yourself 'Spider-Boy'?"

"Funny," the boy fake chuckled as a string of weblike substance shot from his hand, covering Clint's mouth. "Try running your mouth now, old man."

"Can someone please explain to me what is going on." You looked at them all, your eyes wide.

Clint was attempting to peel the web off of his face and Natasha already looked as if she'd put the boy in a choke hold right then and there if no one stopped her.

"I saved your life, that's what's going on." The boy smirked.

"Peter Parker," Natasha finally spoke, realizing exactly who the kid was. "Tony planned the whole thing out, right? You were to swoop in and save the day and now you think we owe you."

"You're pretty smart." He pointed out, pretty much admitting that she knew his identity. "But I wouldn't say you guys 'owe' me. I'm just here because I need something."

Bucky bounded over to Peter, his metal hand wrapping around the boy's throat, "Or, you can leave and go back to being Stark's little bitch empty-handed."

"Buck," Steve warned, obviously wanting to keep the peace—if there was such a thing anymore.

"It's not like that, Tony doesn't even know I'm here." Peter choked out, Bucky's hand still gripping his throat. "Please, just let go and we can talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about." Steve said, jerking Bucky backwards off of Peter.

"Oh, but there is." Peter breathed out, rubbing his neck. "Looks like Team Cap hasn't been keeping tabs on your little guy."

"What little g—"

"Scott." You finally pulled yourself out of bed, despite feeling weak in the knees.

"Shit." Clint muttered, finally freeing his mouth of the web. "I haven't seen him since this morning."

"Come to think of it. . .I haven't seen Sam since this morning, either." Steve said, his eyebrows pulling down.

"Wanda left this morning and never came back." Clint's jaw clenched.

"Hard to put up a fight when you don't have a full team, huh, Cap?" Peter folded his arms over his chest.

"Where are they?" Bucky stepped towards Peter again, but Peter was already shooting a web at Steve's shield, pulling it into his own hands for protection.

"Bucky, give him a chance to talk." Steve said firmly, not making a move to get his shield back.

"I honestly don't know. . .but I think Tony does." Peter admitted, still holding the shield between himself and Bucky.

"If you work for Tony, you know where they are." You said, standing beside Bucky.

You were still weak from the morphine, and Bucky could tell. His flesh arm wrapped around the small of your waist, giving you extra support.

"I don't work for Tony," Peter said.

"But you're on his side," you raised an eyebrow, watching the boy's brown eyes fixate on you.

"No, I'm not. I'm not on any side."

If only it were that simple, you thought.

"So you're not for or against the SRA?" Natasha asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"That's bullshit," Clint added, "you can't be neutral about something that takes away your rights."

"I'm not neutral, I don't know what to think about it. Why are you against it?" Peter asked, handing Steve's shield back to him.

"The government wants me to register to save lives? They wanna control my freedom? No, thanks. I don't work for them." Clint stated rather harshly.

"None of this matters right now. We need to look for Sam, Scott, and Wanda." Natasha butted in, reminding them that their team was incomplete.

"Then let's look. (Y/N), you're coming with me." Bucky looked down at you, giving your side a squeeze. "If anyone can convince Stark to give up, it's you."

"Tony's the one who gave Panther orders to kill us, Bucky. What makes you think I can change his mind?" You frowned, furrowing your eyebrows.

"You're the key to peace, (Y/N)." Peter said, only knowing your name from hearing Bucky say it.

"You don't even know me." You retaliated, seriously doubting that Tony Stark would even give you the time of day anymore.

•••

"Why does he think that I'm 'the key to peace,' Bucky?" You asked as you climbed on the back of the motorcycle, your arms wrapping around Bucky's torso.

"I bet you could get through to Stark. You and Tony used to be teammates—friends, even. Remember?" Bucky replied, starting up the engine.

"We were once a team, Rogers. Do you remember that?" You had asked Steve this morning before leaving the facility to go talk to Tony.

How had you changed your mind within the day? You were always the one who held out hope, and now. . .

You weren't sure if hope even existed in this war.

[ Only writing a part three if I get enough requests, otherwise I think I'll end it here. You know me and my cliff hanger endings lol. Also, you guys are the bomb.com. I woke up to so many comments asking for part two when I was seriously debating unpublishing it. So, thank you for changing my mind xx. ]