The finale is going to be Part 35. It seems like a nice number.

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"(Y/N), you know that I have to stop you," Clint warned. "I can't let you go rogue on this."

"I'm not. I've got Buck."

"That's not better!" he hollered, throwing his hands in the air in exasperation, pissed at himself for not believing in what you were doing, when he should be one of the first to have your back. He was mad at himself as much as at you, unable to give you the support that you needed from him because he was too worried for your safety.

Quickly shoving your gear into a pack, you slung it over your shoulder and turned to face him, determined to take him down if need be; nothing would be able to stop you from going after Steve. "Please, Clint. Don't make me do this."

"I'd like to see you try," he challenged, dropping his stance back to prepare to accept your strike. When you dropped your pack at your side, he shifted to attack but was stopped abruptly by a metal arm around his neck from behind, slowly but gently squeezing him into unconsciousness.

"I'm sorry do have to this, Barton, I really am," Bucky said quietly. "But she's right. She's always got me." When Clint's body finally gave in, he slowly lowered your friend to the ground and handed you your gear. "We've got seconds to hit the hangar if we're gonna do this. Come on."

You had made it to within feet of the door when alarms began to sound and lights flashed overhead, signaling that someone was again on the way with an intent to stop you. "Who's flying?"

"You take it," Bucky replied, "I'll cover."

"Like hell you will," you snapped, running through the jet door. "No one gets hurt!" When you turned back you came to a dead stop as you saw someone sitting in the pilot seat; the chair turned and you felt yourself quickly overwhelmed with emotion at the sight.

"You didn't think I would sit this one out, did ya, sweetheart? Strap in, it's about to get bumpy."

"Oh, Sam," you sighed, "I could kiss you right now."

"Maybe later," he smirked, rapidly changing settings and roaring the engine. "Grab Sputnik and let's get the hell outta here!"

You waved Bucky in and closed the door, seeing Tony and Thor entering the room just as the bay doors opened. "Oh, he looks pissed," you said, keeping your eyes locked on Tony until the last second. "Oh, Buck, it's about to get so much worse."

"Why?" Bucky asked with a confused expression and a shrug as he secured his safety harness. "What did you do?"

You reluctantly opened your pack and held it for him to see, his face lighting up with both pride and amusement at the sight of a pile of reactors. "I disabled all of his suits and blocked FRIDAY from the quinjet controls. He can't come after us. And...um...there's this..." you paused, lifting the seat next to you to open the storage below, pulling Mjolnir from its hiding place.

"Oh, girl, you are in so much trouble," Sam joined in. "I think someone's about to get grounded."

"I'll go to lock up with ya, kid. I took something too..." Bucky smiled, pulling Steve's shield from under his seat. He looked from you and to Sam, who could only respond with a mouth hanging agape but with a hint of a smile. "What? You can't honestly tell me that neither of you thought to grab this?!"

"Honestly, I'd assume that Sam would've grabbed it," you chuckled, turning to him.

"I thought (Y/N) took it when it wasn't where Cap left it."

Bucky smirked and returned the shield to its resting place and looked at the two of you incredulously. "You know, if we don't get our communication in check, this is gonna be over before it starts."

"Oh, God," you mumbled to yourself, leaning back in the seat with your eyes squeezed shut, "we are so screwed."

—

Steve was exhausted but he wasn't even close to giving up, struggling to hold onto every memory but beginning to waver. They had been assaulting his mind for hours on end, and he had completely lost his sense of time. Memory after memory of you flashed through his mind and he struggled to hold them, sometimes feeling as if he could see them float away just beyond his grasp. He was in pain, both physically and emotionally, and all he wanted was a release that wouldn't soon come. "You won't break me," he moaned, "you're gonna lose."

"Where, exactly, is my disadvantage?"

"You lack conviction."

The man's face contorted and twisted in a growing resentment and anger, looking closely into Steve's eyes for any sign of hope that the process was working. He pushed away from him harshly when he saw none. "I don't know how you're managing to evade the process, Captain, but I can guarantee you that you will break, eventually."

Steve clenched his teeth at a new wave of pain, sucking in a harsh breath and squeezing his eyes shut tightly, trying to concentrate on what few memories of you were left. He tried to lock them away where they wouldn't reach, but his efforts weren't enough and they were relentless; but no matter how hard they pressed, he wouldn't give up without the fight of his life.

"I could do this all day."

—

"FRIDAY, tell me what Tony's doing."

"Mr. Stark has called for reinforcements, miss. He intends to give chase."

You looked at Bucky and then Sam, feeling remorse that you had brought them into this. Tony was known to have extraordinary reactions to situations, particularly where you were involved, and even more so if you were in danger. He wouldn't stop until he stopped you.

"I'm sorry, guys. This isn't gonna end well."

"I knew that going in," Bucky sighed, loading his weapon. "That's why I'm here. You're sadly mistaken if you thought for one second that I'd let you go alone."

"Same," Sam agreed. "Steve would kick our asses from here to next week if we let you go off on your own. We're with you till the end of the line, or whatever it is that those two say."

"To the end," Bucky corrected. "If you say till, it implies that once we reach the end, then we're out. To the end means all the way."

"Semantics," Sam groaned. "Can't just let me make the point, huh? Can't let me have the touching moment?"

"Not if you're gonna fuck it up."

Sam opened his mouth to reply, but the controls began to flash and alarm, signaling that you were arriving to the first search point where Steve was likely to be. "I'm getting readings on a pretty large gathering down there. We're looking at 3 of us on about a hundred. You guys ready?"

"Nope," you sighed, holstering your weapons, "but we're too stupid to let that stop us, right?"

—

"Your wife is here," another man whispered into Steve's ear. "We had hoped that you would be ready to kill her yourself by now. This won't be nearly as fulfilling for us as it could have been."

The Captain's muscles flexed under the restraints, trying to break free but finding too much resistance. "She won't be alone."

"I agree, Captain. But please, save your energy so that you can watch. If she's as formidable as we've heard, this should be quite entertaining. If she's brought the soldier with her, then this will be a show like none that you've ever seen." The man turned towards his counterparts, eagerly commanding them to give one final attempt at Steve's mind.

"Wipe it all. Blow the circuits if that's what it takes. I want him to give her a proper welcome."

—

"FRIDAY, we have fail safes. Safety measures. Goddamn protocols in place for things like this! How did she take all of them?" Tony was yelling as he frantically ran around the robotics labs searching every drawer and shelf for even one reactor, working or not, in the hopes to power any of his suits.

"Sir, you've given Miss (Y/N) unlimited access to my system, if you might recall. Ultimately, this can be attributed to your own decisions."

"No, no, you listen here! Not everything that happens is my fucking fault! Most of it, sure, I'll give you that," he said a bit more calmly, "but we have a serious trust break here. This is not on me."

"She has taken Mjolnir!" Thor announced as he bounded into the room. "Whatever they're planning, I'm beginning to fear the outcome."

Tony slammed the final drawer closed and hunched over the table, his fists clenched so tightly that his fingers began to pale from the lack of circulation in them. He hunched over, his shoulders tense at the anxiety building within him to an almost intolerable level.

"She's lost her mind," he mumbled. "And she's taken those two with her."

"I do not believe that it took much for convincing." Thor gently tapped a few commands into a nearby panel and showed surveillance of Bucky breaking into yours and Steve's quarters and Sam sneaking into the quinjet with his wings already on his back.

"FRIDAY, I don't care what you have to do. Get me a damn suit. Now."