I feel like I rushed this part, sorry about that.

Steve had you to the jet and strapped into the pilot seat in the blink of an eye.  His hands were shaking as he tried to secure the harness, not stopping even when you put yours over them with a firm grasp.  He closed his eyes and tried to breathe, but each attempt only made his heart beat harder and the panic build even faster.  His skin began to feel cool and clammy under your touch, and you began to worry.

"Steve, go."

"I can't leave you alone, it's too risky.  This has gone too far, and it's all my fault."

"So be the one to stop it," you insisted, pushing his hands away.  There was no way that you were going to sit there and watch your team fight each other, and certainly no way that you would let Tony go after his own best friend. "I need you to stop Tony."

"What?  I don't-"

"Don't let him fight Rhodey, please.  That's his best friend, and I know that you understand what that's like."

"And how am I supposed to do that?  Do you really think he's gonna listen to me after everything?"

Your mind began to race, quickly realizing that he was right.  Tony didn't care about anything Steve had to say, and they were still on opposite sides of the fight; they would still be at it if you hadn't stepped in with your news. The answer was suddenly clear. "Tell him that he has to be here with me.  Tell him that I won't let him fight his friend and the only way to keep me from trying to run back out there is for him to be here with me.  Get out there and finish the plan, because the clock is still ticking.  That guy's probably in Siberia by now."

"He won't just let us leave."

"He will if I'm going with you, and I'm sure we could use one more set of hands."

~~~

Once Steve finally left you and returned to the fight, the scene before you crushed you more and more as each moment passed. People who should never be fighting each other were slamming their friends to the ground, flying through the air with each hit, and trying to shoot each other down with an anger that you hadn't expected even when you saw this day coming. 

Even worse than seeing Tony dodging Rhodey's fire was to see Clint and Natasha at each other's throats.  If you didn't know what was happening, it would almost look like they were dancing, their highly skilled routine intertwining their arms and twisting around each other until Clint caught an advantage and dropped her onto her back, pressing his bow against her chest.

"We're still together, right?"

"Depends on how hard you hit me," he smirked, grunting when her leg twisted in his and pushed him back and away, giving her a chance to wrap it around his neck and flip him over.  When she stood, her foot thrust forward but stopped just short of his face, caught in a glow of red.

"Wanda, don't," you whispered, only to look away when Natasha took flight and slammed viciously into the corner of a semi trailer, her body bouncing from the frame and onto the unforgiving concrete.  When you opened your eyes to see if she was okay, she was gone.

~~~

"Tony, have you lost your damn mind?  Don't make me do this," Rhodey called to him, dodging his shots.  "Do you know what you're doing?"

"She's my girl, Rhodes, I can't let you take her. And she needs her husband, so you can't have him either."

"So let me get this straight," came the reply, but in a much angrier tone, "you find out that she's knocked up and all of the sudden you throw principles out the goddamn window?"

"Don't go there."

"I don't give a shit who the daddy is if he's a criminal, and I'll throw you behind bars with him if I have to."

"Don't push me, Rhodey."

Peter intercepted Steve on his way to Tony, wrapping his webs around his legs and dropping him onto his back with a hit that made him loose his grip on the shield.  It bounced away out of his grasp and he struggled to free himself as his assailant stood by and laughed, "he told me to go for your legs!"

"Sam," Steve grunted, pulling out of the restraints, "draw the fire away from Tony.  I'm a little tied up over here."

"Hold up, did I just hear you right?"

"Get Rhodes off of him.  (Y/N) wants him with her."

"Alright, I'm gonna trust you on this," he replied, shifting his trajectory right in front of Tony, drawing Rhodey's fire as planned.  He positioned himself next to Tony long enough to get the point across before having to dive away again, "Stark, get to the jet. I've got him."

"Don't do me any favors!  I can handle him just fine on my own!"

"Believe me, I'm not!  (Y/N) wants you there, and you can bet your ass I'd let you take the hits if she didn't!"

~~~

"I didn't kill your father."

"Then why did you run?"

Bucky struggled to pull Panther's claws away, his eyes wide with fear that it was a fight that he could actually lose.  He didn't have many of those in his Soldier days, if any, and it wasn't a sensation that he particularly enjoyed. "I think the massive Vibranium claws could be a part of it," he grunted, finally getting a chance to push away.  "You can imagine that I'd want to keep them out of my neck."

"Do you think this is funny?" T'Challa snapped, reaching out for Bucky again and flipping him to the ground.  It took a few more strikes to stun his opponent and pin him against one of the luggage carts, and he had him right where he wanted him, raising his claws against the soft skin of Bucky's throat.  "You have laughed for the last time."

Just as she had done with Natasha only moments before, Wanda was there for her teammate, casting a glow over T'Challa's hands and thrusting him back through the side of a truck to allow Bucky's escape.  You could see her in the distance and felt a conflicting sense of pride for your friend; she was a highly effective fighter, and possibly unstoppable, but that was never what you wanted for her.  What Tony saw as a weapon of mass destruction, you saw as a kid just doing her best with what she was told to do.

~~~

"Hey, kiddo, I'm here," Tony panted, stopping the suit at the back of the jet, emerging from it practically in a run to you.  "Are you okay?"

Your fingers fumbled over the harness that Steve had insisted on putting you in, finally releasing so that you could stand and meet Tony.  He reached out for you again and you eagerly stepped forward into his arms, but you were overcome with relief and sadness, wishing to yourself that you could just make all of this go away.  The joy in your news was all but gone, this never being the way that you would have imagined telling him.  As you stood together, you could feel his heart beat slowing against you and his breaths evening out; he was allowing himself to relax for the first time in days.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?  I would have put a stop to all of this."

"Would you have?  Really?"

Your question was met with silence, and he backed away, allowing his hands to graze down your arms until they landed in yours and took hold. His eyes kept trailing down to your stomach every time he tried to look at you, as if he still couldn't bring himself to believe it.

"Why are you here, (Y/N)?  Did you stop to think about the risk?"

"Of course I did," you replied with a huff, pulling your hands away, "what kind of a question is that?  Steve needed me.  If that wasn't enough, then it was also because if we don't stop these people from being set free, then it won't be the kind of world that's safe for my children. I can't just sit by and allow that."

"You could've trusted me to do it."

"Would that be before or after you threatened to shoot me?"

~~~

It didn't take too long for Steve to free himself from the sticky webs that Peter had wrapped around his legs so that he could finally reach his shield, but as he bent down to pluck it from the ground, webs encircled his wrists and pulled his arms back.

"Look, kid," Steve called out to him, "there are a lot of things going on here that you don't understand."

"Hey, yeah!  I do understand that you're gonna be a dad, right? That's so cool, congratulations, man!"

"Thanks?"  Steve got one arm free only to find it quickly caught again, "is this stuff coming out of you?"

"I'd rather not give away my secrets just yet, Cap. We don't know each other that well," Peter chuckled, watching him struggle.  "So, how far along is (Y/N)?  Has morning sickness started yet?  It's gotta be hard for her if it has with so much going on here.  Can't exactly stop fighting to puke, ya know? Although, that could make a very effective weapon if she had enough projectile force and accurate trajectory."

Steve stood perfectly still now, not even trying to escape as he listened, staring blankly as the young man continued stating facts and observations about you and pregnancy in general.  "Parker," he interrupted, "have you been spending time with Vision?"

"No, not much, why?"

"I feel like the two of you might get along really well, that's all."

~~~

"Are you coming with us?" you asked Tony cautiously. "I won't say where we're going, but if we don't stop that doctor, we will lose.  All of us, no matter which side we're on."

"I'm going along to protect you.  I know that you won't stay behind, and your two babysitters are gonna have their hands full."

"They aren't my babysitters, Tony," you replied quietly, frustrated at the insinuation, "I'm still perfectly...capable..."  Your voice faded away and your expression transitioned to complete shock at the scene that caught your eye through the jet window.  "Holy shit!"

"Okay, tiny dude is big now.  He's big now."

"Way to go, Tic Tac!" Sam laughed, flying around the now giant man with a renewed enthusiasm.  Steve's team began to work together differently, holding what was left of Tony's team back so that Steve and Bucky could reach the jet.  They knew that they weren't all going to get there, and that the duo were the best bet to make it.

"You wanna get to them," Scott bellowed, "you gotta go through me."

Clint took a stand at Scott's feet, doing his best to hold T'Challa back, but it was an uneven match.  Rhodey had almost reached Steve and Bucky several times, but between Sam and Wanda, he had never quite connected.  Just as they were finally about to reach the jet, and Steve had eyes on you again, Vision severed a control tower and sent the debris crashing down on your husband right before your eyes.

Natasha ran from the door towards them, grabbing Steve's hand to help him stand and raising her gauntlet to send shock after shock into T'Challa to allow the Captain and Bucky to get to the jet.  Once inside, Steve tore his helmet away and threw it aside aimlessly, his arms immediately enveloping you with so much tension that it felt a little hard to breathe.  Tony pushed past him and into the pilot seat, lifting the jet from the ground and into the air.

"Can we trust him?" Steve whispered as he held you.

With a gentle push of your hand against his chest, you turned to look to Tony, who was oblivious to your conversation and fully focused on getting safely out of the range of his team.  In the moment, you believed that you could trust him, but it made you wonder if he returned the sentiment.  He was there only for you, and it would be an easy trap to set if Steve wanted to formally gain the upper hand.

"He's asking the same about us, Steve."