They were lined up, face to face, in an airport. Why, exactly, Sora wouldn't know. She was squatting, watching as Mr. Rogers and Mr. Stark hurt each other mentally. Peter wasn't there, she knew he would be doing much the same thing, waiting for his tine to shine. Mr. Stark called out "Underoos!" Which Sora knew would be Spiderman's que, but little did Mr. Stark know, Mr. Rogers was anticipating a code word, and she rushed into action. Coming face to face with a superhero she knew all too much about; his first name, his fight style, his chosen route for patrol, his friends. She shot a smoke bomb at his feet, hoping to get closer to disable his web shooters. While he was disoriented, she ducked closer, and jammed her silver dagger into his right web shooter, before he pulled away. She'd studied him for a while, knowing that she might one day need the knowledge. He favoured his right hand.
"How'd you do that? That's so cool!" He knew Willow was a sucker for conversation. He used that to fling her back, into the loading dock. Peter and Mr. Rogers went head to head, and he stole the Captain's shield. In retaliation, Mr. Rogers dropped the loading dock, which was already dented by Sora's body, onto Peter. He held it up, high above his head.
"I never got to ask, where you from, kid?" Captain asked.
"Queens!"
"Brooklyn." Spiderman threw the loading dock off him.
"Damn." Sora tossed the idea off apologising to the Captain for her language.
"Language, Sora!"
"Sorry Cap!"

  Peter aimed to web away, clicked his fingers on his web shooter, and switched immediately to web Sora onto the side of a plane, and walked up to her. "Sorry." He said solemnly, and took the knives he knew she had. He webbed them to the ground, a little ways off from her.

  His spider sense buzzed. Punch, metal. Catch. He did. He caught a metal arm. "You have a metal arm? That's so cool!" Wings, danger, dodge. He did just that. Did it say wings? He began fighting the Falcon. Not as cool as fighting a chicken wing man. How cool would it be to have an infinite supply of chicken wings? He began ranting over science things, when an upset voice interrupted.
"Have you ever actually been in a fight before?"
"Well, I should go so..." he webbed Falcon's wings to the ground, and did the same with the metal arm guy's arm. He went to web away, when something caught him, and pulled him out.

  She was trying out her powers, trying to get something to move closer. If she could only get her hand free—yes! Agent Romanoff's dagger was in her hand. She cut herself out, and went to save her knives. She went to walk back to the fight, when she saw Mr. Rogers and Sargent Barnes come face to face with her idol. Idol versus idol. Black Widow allowed them to go, stopping Mr. T'Challa. (she had never learned of his last name.) She didn't see the rest, as she had teleported into the quinjet with Mr. Rogers and Sargent Barnes.

3 hours later- abandoned warehouse

  He didn't mind the girl. He normally hated people, he could only just handle being around Steve, but he felt protective of Sora, a kid he didn't know behind the mask. She'd flinch at loud noises, or stiffen during long conversations, but she was still there. She wasn't scared shitless of him.

  He knew Bucky was confused by Sora. She wasn't scared of him and what he'd done. He knew she'd had to do a research project, and chose to do him. He knew that she loved what she found: his courage, his determination, his passion. She saw him as a good person.

  She was gazing out of the window. She didn't see anything other than clouds and mist, but she didn't care. She imagined things she was scared to at the orphanage. She had a childhood for once, seeing dragons flying past, listening to music. Her dragons disappeared when she saw where they were going. Wakanda.

  She dragged behind, gaping at the sight of the beautiful nation. She then caught sight of the princess, and had to pick her jaw up off the ground. She was beautiful, and from what she had heard, which was far undermining of the truth, she was super smart. Sora's metal-gloved hand wrapped around the USB drive, which held all the ideas she'd never be able to pull together without vibranium. She noticed that others weren't bowing, and she refrained, only bowing her head a degree. Turns out, they only needed a few things, but while they were getting them, Willow and the princess were together, in her lab. "This is so cool." She whispered as her eyes locked with the Black Panther suits.
"I know it is," The Princess smiled lightly, "I made it." Sora couldn't help it. She had to see the ideas again, so she unclipped the USB, and twisted it between her fingers. Proof that she had her sketches with her. Her blueprints. She must have been daydreaming, because she was brought back by Ms Shuri stealing her sketches, and plugging them into a computer. Willow tried to steal them back, but her hand was lightly pushed back. She was twitching her fingers, watching as one of the smartest people on earth flicked through her sketches and ideas. "Oh, I haven't thought about making one of those," she said as she saw the nameless idea. The plan was to turn water into something breathable, so people could breathe underwater. "Want to make it with me?" She asked.
"Wait, really?"
"Yeah." Sora finally felt free. She removed the mask, and set it down on the table.
"Lets do this, then."

  "Get me a wrench, please."
"Pass me the aluminium."
"Is there vibranium in this? That's so cool!"
"You'll get used to it."
"Is that an invitation?"
She loved working with Willow. She wouldn't admit it, but she did. "Yes."

  "Hey Shuri? Do you know Vines?"
"Yes." Oh this opened so many doors.
"I like your accent, where are you from?"
"I'm Librarian."
"Oh, sorry," Sora switched to a whisper, "I like your accent, where are you from?" The two burst into laughter, and only slowed down when the door opened, revealing the non related brothers. They just looked at the pair, a bit suspicious of what they had gotten up too, but they didn't say a thing, apart from 'we're going.' That was one of the most devastating things they could have said. "See you when this is over?" Shuri asked.
"See you when this is over." Willow confirmed.

  The three were sitting in silence, Sora without her mask, the other two sitting, side by side. Steve was the first to speak, "so the other intern, Peter is Spiderman?"
"No." Sora was serious, not allowing her fear for the teen to overwhelm her. Peter was one of her first friends, and he was her closest. Sure, he was closer to Ned and MJ, but Sora didn't really know them like she did Peter.

  She missed him.