Well, everyone, the very first chapter of Civil War! I am SO excited, you guys, are you? I sure hope so! We are now intertwined with my other OC story, but we don't have any crossovers this chapter but stayed tuned for that! I love the title of this chapter, it's so fitting! Alright, here we go! COMMENT throughout!

My partner. My soldier. My fault.

Lagos, Nigeria, May 3rd, 2016

Natasha Romanoff stays seated comfortably on her chair in the middle of the street cafe. Dark sunglasses shield her cautious green eyes and she holds a small white cup to her lips, breathing in the scent of the strong brew. A hot African wind carries along the buzzing street, catching her newly styled hair and swishing it across her face.

"All right." Steve Rogers' calm voice echoes within the commlink resting comfortably in her inner ear, "What do you see?"

A dark haired girl sitting a few tables behind Natasha glances over her shoulder and peeks from underneath her green hat, "Standard beat cops. Small station. Quiet street. It's a good target."

"There's an ATM on the south corner, which means...?" The supersoldier leads her on to answer the statement.

Wanda Maximoff, one of the newest members to their team, says quietly into her sleeve, "Cameras."

"Both cross streets are one-way."

"So," Wanda glances down at the newspapers splattered over her round table, all marking the robberies of the villain called, 'Crossbones', "compromised escape routes."

"Means our guy doesn't care about being seen. He isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out." Steve continues on steadily, "See that Range Rover halfway up the block?"

"Yeah, the red one?" Wanda sasses lightly, "It's cute."

"It's also bulletproof," Natasha's voice suddenly adds in, listing steadily, "which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody, probably be us."

"You guys know I can move things with my mind," Wanda squints a little as she takes a sip, "right?"

Nat continues on in a low and quiet voice, sending the younger of the two a small smirk, "Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature."

"Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid?" Sam asks, staring down at the city from above.

"Not to my face. Why?" Natasha sarcastically asks in a light tone, "Did you hear something?"

"Eyes on target, Folks." Steve suddenly interrupts their joking, "This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months. I don't want to lose him."

As much as she doesn't want to admit it, Natasha's eyes do flicker with bitter and angry agreement. Everyone associated with that time, with those days with her daughter, they need to be found. The good ones will be saved. The bad ones will be taken care of. There's no room for anything else.

Sam gives a humorless laugh, "Hah, if he sees us coming, that won't be a problem. He kinda hates us."

Natasha tilts her head in agreement. She can see where that hatred stems from. God, she can see it better than most, after all. What the woman wouldn't do to get her hands on Brock Rumlow... She has done enough research to know that he was one of little Svet's handlers. The fear that monster must have put into her daughter's heart makes Natasha nearly seethe. But she's free from HYDRA now. She's out there.

Svetlana would be fifteen now. The girl was still so little when she last saw her, needing Natasha's help braiding her hair as she stood so much shorter than her. But, now, the child she only ever got to hold once is growing up. Hopefully, she's safe. Hopefully, she's happy. Hopefully, she's waiting for Natasha to find her. 

"Sam... see that garbage truck?" Steve breaks into Natasha's thoughts as he stays at his spot in a small apartment window, eyeing the traffic-filled street, "Tag it."

After a few moments that Sam's drone takes to scan the truck, the Falcon announces to the group, "That truck's loaded for max weight. And the driver's armed."

Natasha stares off past the street, her hands still cupped around her small mug and her eyes slightly narrowing in realization, "It's a battering ram."

"Go now."

Sam immediately drops from his place on the roof. 

Wanda seems to be the only one who doesn't understand just what this means, "What?"

Steve sharply moves from his spot, explaining with horror underlying his quick tone, "He's not hitting the police!"

A large garbage truck picks up its pace as it pushes along the road towards the Institute for Infectious Diseases. The guard within a small gatehouse widens his eyes as he sees the truck barreling closer and closer with the driver jumping and abandoning the huge truck. The guard hurriedly leaps out of the way as the truck slams through the heavy gate. Through the debris and the dust, two more trucks pull through the gate and a heavily armored tactical team jumps down to the ground, already shooting at those around. The frightening group splits apart so that some may take down those inside the institute and others can defend the surrounding area.

As a brief moment of silence passes on the outside of the building, a strange shadow passes through the pale white sky. The Falcon suddenly drops Steve through the air and the supersoldier smashes one of the armored man into the window of a truck. As the glass shatters, Steve immediately lifts up his red, white, and blue shield against the fire of his newest target who stands on the other side of the truck. Steve pulls back and kicks the hood of the vehicle, making the car launch the other man back and away. After the supersoldier takes down two more men, Steve rolls up onto the hood of another truck and crouches low as he keeps his shield to his side.

His eyes are squinted while he glances at the scene around him, "Body armor, AR-15s. I make seven hostiles."

Sam cuts in onto the roof, taking out two of his own as he swoops through the air and expertly shoots them down.

As he stops by the edge of the gravel-covered ground, he presses two fingers to his comm, "I make five."

Wanda smoothly hovers over the Falcon's head. Her hands glow red before she drops down to her feet and quickly lifts her head to face her attacker. She immediately conjures up a shield of fiery red to stop the bullets that a man in tactical gear fires at her and then thrusts energy of her own towards him. 

The man's body constricts and, after she calls out to her teammate, Wanda launches the man into the air, only Sam to knock him back down. 

"Four." The man lands into a walking pace and, after the drone above scans the building, he states evenly, "Rumlow's on the third floor."

"Wanda," Steve points at the young woman as he marches by, "just like we practiced."

"What about the gas?"

He responds sharply, "Get it out."

The girl curves her arms and soon she's launching Steve up through the air and crashing him into the green-misted building. The man rolls up to his feet and rips the mask off of one of the tac members, making the rogue wheeze and the supersoldier take him down easier. While Wanda works to curl the gas out, Steve continues to take down whoever he can inside. But he's still too late. After all this time, ever since Natasha and Steve lost Bucky and Svetlana that day, Rumlow has always been one step ahead.

Steve's scowls as he finds the lab empty, turning and pressing his fingers to the commlink in his ear, "Rumlow has a biological weapon."

Natasha revs up her motorcycle, cutting back as she pulls up on the scene, "I'm on it."

The woman brakes hard, sliding the bike to the ground and allowing the thing to take out the oncoming reinforcements along the way. She sends a widow's bite at a man pointing a gun at her, making blue electricity jolt through his body. 

She then closelines him, throws her feet forward into the next rogue, and then drop them both to the ground before she moves on. She takes them all done so very smoothly, grunting as she fights the rogues into unconsciousness.

WIth only one rogue left in sight, Natasha kicks off of one of her fallen victims and slides onto the hood of the closest truck. She spins her body around, snapping out at her wrist just as the last man standing raises up his weapon. A taser disk snaps out of the Widow's Bite bracelets slipped underneath her leather jacket. The man yells in pain as he jolts with electricity, falling back to the ground.

Natasha stays in her position for a beat longer, just releasing a breath of air before a hard hand clamps down onto her collar. Her red head snaps back, but she has no time to fight as Crossbones forcefully drags her up the hood of the car. The woman grunts and yells, struggling to be let free.

As soon as the two are face-to-face, Natasha sends three hard punches at his neck, at the arm still imprisoning her, and then at his chest. She whirls around to kick him in the leg, but she just ends back in the same position and she's forced to continue throwing punches. Crossbones finally grabs onto the back of her neck, ripping her head to the side.

She bares her teeth and slams her wrist into the man's neck, watching in increasing shock as the blue electricity from her bracelets do absolutely nothing.

The man growls out, "I don't work like that no more."

She lets out a small yell as he rips her back around and then throws her roughly down the hole of the vehicle. Her legs slam harshly against the metal and she lands head first, but she has no time to feel pain as she hurriedly sits up to see two more men in tactical gear sitting on other side of her.

Crossbones still stands in the sunlight above and his hand slowly releases a grenade with venom in his voice, "Fire in the hole."

As the light is shut out and the ticking grenade sits at Natasha's feet, her eyes slowly widen. The fact that their own boss tried to murder them clearly makes no difference as Natasha's head lifts to see one of the men moving for her. She sends both of her feet into the bottom of his chin, making his skull crash into the top of the truck. The woman jumps up, disarms the next man, and spins him around in front of her. As the grenade explodes, the two are slammed back through the metal doors and Natasha is left in the green grass, coughing in the smoke surrounding her.

Soon, Steve is sending Sam and Natasha on a chase throughout the nearby market as Crossbones and his men split off into the chaotic crowd. As the other two members of his team wildly chase after the four who've separated from Crossbones, Steve runs through the market full of people after them. His quick pace halts and he kneels when he finds a bomb vest discarded on the ground. 

He takes in quick breaths as he stands and looks around, "They ditched their gear. It's a shell game now. One of them has the payload,"

His words are cut off when a strange contraption suddenly latches onto his shield. The most frightening part is: it's ticking. Steve's teeth grit and he grunts when he hurriedly thrusts the shield up into the air. He's still watching the small bomb go off when a hard metal fist punches hard into his spine, sending crashing through a vender. 

Steve lands on his hands and knees, breathing heavily as he looks up to a man in dark clothing and metal braces around his arms marching towards him

"There you are!" Crossbones spits out before his tone builds up in rage as he punches the supersoldier down again, "I've been waiting for this!"

Sam flies through the other side of the market, kicking his feet forward into the man he's chasing. The man tumbles forward and Sam lifts up a wing to shield himself from the other one's oncoming bullets. The soldier lifts up and twists around, kicking the man into a wall and knocking him unconscious enough for Sam to slide over and rummage through their bag.

The man quickly looks up as he announces the end of his chase, "He doesn't have it. I'm empty!"

Natasha, on the other hand, is still very much on the chase. 

Yelling warnings and orders to those around, she leaps over carts, rolls over motorbikes, and dodges around people while she sprints after one of the men who just keeps glancing back at her with understandably concerned eyes. They both skid around a corner and, as the man continues running, Natasha lifts herself up over one last cart and tackles the man to the ground. She expertly rolls up as he scrabbles to his feet and tries to pull out a gun that Natasha soon knocks away from him.

The woman holds up one of his arms and she repeatedly punches him in his side and neck. The man chokes as he stumbles back while his partner jumps out of one of the vending stalls and raises his weapon. Without even having to turn around, Natasha grabs onto a nearby basket and whirls it around into his head. It knocks the man off of his game for just a moment, allowing her time to kick him to the ground before she turns back to the first one. 

She uses his thigh as a leg up and twists her body around his, taking down both men as they dive for her. She leaps over their bodies, working to take each of them down before they end in a standoff. Gun against gun against the biological weapon.

Natasha breathes heavily as she keeps her gaze on the man with the gun, listening as the man with the vial hisses, "Drop it. Or I'll drop this. Drop it!"

"He'll do it!" The other man yells.

And Natasha just barely smirks. A small red drone suddenly pulls around and soon both men and the biological weapon are all falling. With a quick yell, Natasha dives forward and catches the red vial just before it crashes down into the sandy dirt. The woman snaps her spine and curves her body back up in one smooth motion.

"Payload secure." Glancing down at the biological weapon encased safely in her fist, she informs the others. She looks up at the hovering drone, nodding to the man who watches through his camera, "Thanks, Sam."

Sam responds back with a goofy smile in his voice, "Don't thank me."

Natasha breathily shakes her head, "I'm not thanking that thing."

"His name is Redwing!" Sam proudly tells her.

"I'm still not thanking it."

"He's cute. Go 'head, pet him."

On the other side of the market, Steve rolls away from a large foot meant for his face. The two men battle ruthlessly back and forth, dodging each other's attacks and taking hard hits to their bodies. People continue to scream and yell all around them. Yet, it all goes quiet and the people stop running when Steve gives the man one last harsh kick that throws him across the square.

As Steve stalks over, the man rolls up to his knees and begins yanking the metal helmet shielding his face away. The supersoldier grabs onto the man's vest, shaking him and making him yell out. The man's face is mangled and deformed, red skin messily covering what's left of his face. Steve pulls back a little, horrified at the state of the man who used to be his teammate.

Rumlow scoffs a near laugh, "I think I look pretty good, all things considered."

Steve ignores his words and roughly shakes him, "Who's your buyer?"

"You know, he knew you." Rumlow breathes out, lolling his head back and spitting out, "Your pal, your buddy, your Bucky. "

Shock floods the supersoldier, making him grit his teeth and unforgivingly yank the man closer, "What did you say?"

"That little brat, that girl..."

Steve's blue eyes narrow at the mention of the young girl he came to care about all too quickly. Svetlana. Svet, that's what she told him her name was. The redheaded girl who just didn't know when she was beat.

His little niece.

Rumlow rambles on, seething out bitter and hot words, "She didn't know when to shut her mouth. She made him remember you."

Bucky remembered?

Svet got him to remember?

Steve feels all of the blood rush from his face, his fingers tightening their hold around Rumlow's tactical vest.

"I was there! He got all weepy about it." Rumlow scoffs, "'Til they put their brains back in a blender..." Steve shudders at the thought, but that man just keeps going, "He wanted you to know something. He said to me, 'Please tell Rogers: when you gotta go... you gotta go.'" Rumlow gives the kind of smile that only the devil could give, breathing out in sick glee, "And you're coming with me."

Steve's eyes widen in horror as, in nearly slow motion, Rumlow yanks down onto the trigger and the super soldier has been left with no time to escape. Just as fire bursts from the man and bomb combined, red tendrils eat up the flames, containing and swirling it around the screaming Rumlow's chest. Steve whips his head back to see Wanda grunt as she twists Rumlow and the explosion up, thrusting them into the air and releasing the explosion. But she doesn't see. She doesn't know that the bomb will go off and kill all of those inside the nearby building.

Fire erupts through the floor of the shaking concrete building and glass shatters in every direction while people scream and run in terror. Steve and Wanda both pull back in horror, their mouths pulling open and their eyes widening.

Steve's brows bend in, breathing out in dismay, "Oh, my..."

Wanda presses her fingers over her trembling lips and the enveloping smoke can't hide the tears that glitter in her eyes because of what she's done.

"Sam..."The supersoldier forces himself to swallow his emotions and his distractions, pressing a finger to his commlink, "We need Fire and Rescue on the south side of the building."

The younger girl can't move as Steve runs by her towards the decimated building.

"We gotta get up there!"

And that is the first chapter of Civil War! I needed to start it with Steve and Natasha to catch up with what has been happening with them before we shift over to Bucky and Svet next chapter, officially a year later. Did you like the mentionings of Svet? The changes in Rumlow's speech to fit her? I just love those little things so much. Who else is excited for Uncle Steve and Mama Bear Nat? Anybody? Expect another likely update this weekend, by the way!

Go check out my connected chapter in Poison and Wine when I post it in a few!

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"YOU ARE DOING ME A FRIGHTEN" and that little "MEW"! Oh my word, I'm laughing, I don't know why this is so stinkin' funny to me, but it is!