Noelle clenched her fists, watching her uncles, Steve and Tony, going back and forth about what was happening with the Sokovia Accords.  Suddenly Tony groaned.
   
     "Okay, this is getting tedious. Underoos!" She gasped, seeing a teenage boy in a red and blue suit swung down, using his web to steal Steve's shield, as well as web his hands together. She was wearing a mask that partially hid her face, so she knew he didn't recognize her. Noelle's mind drifted back to that day as the other Avengers discussed different things, and she blinked back tears, remembering the day that they had met.

      As she headed for the door, she glanced down at the cup, and stopped in her tracks. In place of her name was two words. "You're Beautiful." She glanced back at him, and their eyes met for a moment. She just barely smiled, and then slipped out.

       "You have a metal arm? That is awesome, dude!"

      "I wish you could see how beautiful you are, Noelle Barnes."

       Peter had been the first person outside of her family that had called her beautiful since what had happened with Hydra, and now.....She was going to be fighting him. Her dad took a step forward, leaning close.

       "You okay?" He whispered, and she nodded slowly.
       "If it comes down to it, I'll distract Spider-Man. He can't be more than a kid." She said softly, and he nodded, gently squeezing her flesh hand.
      "We aren't killing, though. Just remember that." She nodded. She was done getting blood on her hands, especially not the blood of someone who should be their ally. Before she knew it, the fighting started, and she took off after Peter, moving as fast as her legs would carry her. She grabbed a metal bar hanging from a wall in the airport nearby, swinging herself up, and pulled him to the ground with her. She landed on her feet, and he stumbled as he got up.

      "Hello, Peter. You shouldn't be here." She said softly, and his head shot up, absolutely shocked.
    "H...how do you know who I am, lady?" She bit her lip, and pulled her mask down slightly, just enough for him to see her face. He gasped, recognizing her at last. He dropped his guard, his eyes widening under his mask.

     "N....Noelle. How....What....You...." He stuttered, watching her.
     "You shouldn't have come with Tony. You don't belong here, not in this fight. You don't understand what's going on here." He shrugged.
    "Mr. Stark said that Captain America would say that." She snorted, throwing a punch. He dodged and rolled, coming up and trying to knock her off her feet. She grabbed the web he tried to throw at her, slamming him to the ground.

    "I have nothing against you, Peter. I'm just trying to stay alive. What else did Tony tell you?" He swung up to the top of a plane, watching her.
     "That you're wrong. And you think you're right. And that makes you dangerous." Noelle stood there for a moment, watching him, and then pulled her mask back up, taking a fighting stance. He swung down, doing a flip, and landed on his feet in front of her.

      "If you are trying to stop us, then I have no other choice. They lock me up, I won't survive, and neither will they. Now let me through, or I won't have any other choice." He ran towards her, sending a kick at her head, but she grabbed it with her metal arm, sending him into a stack of crates. She took off running towards her dad and uncle, who were headed for the hangar and quinjet, her heart pounding. As she ran, tears began blurring her vision, and she cried out in pain as T'Challa's class found a grip on her leg. She collapsed, rolling across the ground, and looked up to see the Black Panther towering over her.

      "Kill me if you want." She whispered, her voice laced with pain and anguish.
     "I'm going to die if you let me get locked up anyway." He started to speak as he raised his claws again, but the now-giant Antman swatted him, giving Bucky time to reach her and scoop her up. He dashed for the hangar, dropping her as they rolled through the rubble coming from the roof. She forced herself to stand, pain shooting through her leg. She, Steve, and her father faced Natasha, who had a taser pointed at the three of them.

     "You're not stopping, are you?" Steve lowered his shield slightly, and Bucky gently supported Noelle, who was struggling to stand.
    "You know we can't." He said softly, and Natasha sighed, tightening her grip on the taser, and Noelle spotted her raising it ever so slightly.

      "I better not regret this." She said, and then fired. Noelle whipped her head around, seeing T'Challa climb out of the rubble from the roof. As he started to stand again, she fired again, keeping him back. Bucky gently scooped Noelle up, and the three sprinted for the quinjet. As they took off, Noelle spotted War Machine following them, and Falcon going after him. She turned away as her dad cut away the shredded pant leg, getting a strangled cry of pain from her as his hand barely brushed the clawed part.

      "******, dad, that hurts!" She growled softly, and he gave her a look as Steve called back to her.
      "Language!" She cracked a small smile, but it faded when she saw the coordinates for where they were going.
     "No....." She whispered, remembering that dreadful place. It was the place where she and her dad had been trained, conditioned, and tortured into the Winter Soldiers. Siberia. And she knew who else was there. The other five soldiers. She knew, deep down, that if Zemo succeeded in awakening them, it would be a fight to the death. She had never fought them, but she knew it would end in her uncle's death.....as well as her father's. As they landed, she took a deep breath.

        "Oh, boy." She whispered as she limped out after the two of them, gripping the rifle she had picked up as they left. She didn't want to be there. She knew she would probably die there. But this was her family, and she made a promise to herself. This? She was she this was the end of the line. And she knew, no matter what, that she would go down fighting.