Narrator's POV

"Stephen!" Tony said, rushing into the Sanctum with papers in his hands. "Stephen!" He called.

Stephen appeared at his side, holding a cup of warm tea in one hand and a tissue in the other. He looked awful. He looked like he had been crying a lot. His eyes were red and puffy.

He had been mourning the death of his little son.

"Tony." Stephen said, squinting an eye, indicating Tony he was being too loud.

"I'm sorry Honey." Tony said. "But look at this." Tony said, showing him the papers. "Yesterday I went to the house where Oliver was seen last. They collected blood samples and took them to the lab." Tony said, looking up at Stephen.

A bit of hope reflected off of Stephen's eyes.

"They don't match." Tony said, smiling. "It's not his blood."

"He's..." Stephen gulped. He didn't want to get his hopes up. "...alive?"

"Yes!" Tony said.

"Oh my god." Stephen sighed in relief, letting go of the teacup and putting his hands up to his mouth.

"He's alive Honey." Tony wrapped his arms around around Stephen. "He's alive."

"Hah..." Stephen sighed in relief. The biggest wave of relief washed over him. He embraced Tony back, laying his head on Tony's shoulder. "Thank god." He said In Tony's shoulder as tears ran down his cheeks.

"It's okay, Stephen." Tony reassured his husband. "It's okay." He rubbed his back, trying to comfort him.

Stephen's eyes shot open. He pulled away from Tony and took him by the shoulders. "Who the hell has my son?" He asked.

The Sorcerer Supreme of earth had been angered.

///0///0

"Daddy! Someone! Help!" Oliver yelped as he sat, locked in a room with his hands tied and a blindfold over his eyes.

"No one is coming to help you."

"Please let me go." Oliver cried. He was scared.

"Oh, no, no." Said the voice. "We don't have time for crying here."

"What do you want?" Oliver asked.

"Your daddy did something that was very wrong." Said the voice. "He betrayed the ways of the Mystic Arts, along with that filthy woman!"

There was a loud crash near Oliver.

He screamed.

"You remind me so much of him." Said the voice.

"Ah!" Oliver gasped when a hand took him by the face.

"I hate it." The voice said.

Something cold came in contact with Oliver's cheek, then it began to move down to his chin.

Oliver swallowed, feeling something sharp against his windpipe.

A knife.

"Let this be a warning to him. If he really wants to you, he'll come only to find you dead."

"He'll come!" Oliver said. "And he'll beat you!"

"He'll never find me. I threw them off my scent by presenting a friend of mine to them. Someone they already know. They should be busy for a few days, thinking they're after the right guy."

"They will, but I won't."

Oliver gasped when that voice rang in his ears.

It was Bucky.

Bucky dodge as the person holding Oliver hostage threw a blade at him.

"You're awful with those things." Bucky said. "Let me show you how it's done." Bucky said, taking out a blade and rushing toward person.

Bucky was suddenly pushed back by an invisible force, and pinned to the ground by glowing red ropes.

Bucky groaned, trying to get out of them.

"You're strength is nothing against mine, James Barnes. I am Baron Mordo the rightful earth Sorcerer Supreme." He said.

"That's a stupid name." Bucky groaned trying to get out of the ropes.

"I am here to cleanse earth from all sorcerers. Too many will lead into total destruction, just like Strange and Yao. They used dark magic to lead Dormammu to earth. I'm afraid others will fall under their influence and follow their path, therefor it is my duty to rid of every last sorcerer there is here-"

"You talk too much." Came another voice.

"Uh!" Mordo was knocked to the ground.

"I told you to stay out of this." Bucky groaned on the ground.

"Yeah, well not staying out of things isn't my thing." Matt said, looking down at Bucky.

"Matt, watch out!" Bucky called.

A red rope rushed toward Matt, but Matt interrupted it by putting one of his sticks out in front of it.

"Sorry, Mr. Mordo. Not with me." Matt said, leaping into the air.

Moro's took his chance and threw yellow glowing spears at him.

"Ah!" Matt hissed as one grazed his cheek.

That's when Mordo took his chance to put on the ground.

"Stay out of this." Mordo said, forming a clear blade. He raised it up and was getting ready to put it through Matt when a stick hit him in the face. "Argh!" He looked up to see Bucky standing in front of him. He had totally forgotten about him. "Bastard."

"Hey, that's not a very nice." Matt said, kicking Mordo away. He stood up. "We've got little ear listening."

"Shut up and fight." Bucky told Matt.

The two hurried toward Mordo, leaping into the air and driving a fist into his face, only be stopped by a yellow shield.

Mordo pushed them off of him. Then summoned two green whips and snapped them.

"Get the kid. I'll deal with him." Matt said. He ran toward Mordo and leaped off a wall, flipping over him and landing behind him, jabbing him in the ribs with a stick.

"Argh!" Moro's turned around to face him.

///0///0

"Oliver." Bucky called.

"Bucky?" Oliver asked.

"Ollie."

"Bucky! I'm here! I'm in here!" Oliver's voice said from behind a door.

It was locked.

Bucky used his forearm to break the doorknob. He pushed the door open. Oliver sat on the floor with his hands tied and a blindfold on.

"Oh, Oliver." Bucky said, hurrying to him.

"Bucky!" Oliver sobbed.

Bucky kneeled down and began to undo the ropes around Oliver's hands. "Shh, you're okay. It's okay." Bucky said. "I'm here." He freed Oliver, who quickly removed the blindfold off his eyes.

"Bucky!" He jumped on him.

Bucky pulled him away, "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Did he do-" Bucky stopped when he saw Oliver's left eye.

There was a purple ring around it. His eyelid was halfway closed, and one of the small veins in the eye had been popped.

Bucky turned Oliver's face to the side.

There was a bruise on his right cheek.

Anger and rage grew inside of him. God, spare that man's life because Bucky sure as hell wasn't going to.

Bucky reached behind him and took out half of a rifle. He got the other half from his chest plate. He clicked it together.

"He will pay." He said.

///0///0

"Hmph!" Matt put a fist in Mordo's face.

"Ha!" Mordo summoned a yellow shield and pushed Matt into the wall. Taking his opportunity, he drove a clear blade into Matt's shoulder.

"Argh!" Matt groaned.

>chck< >chck<

"Get out of my way, freak." Bucky said a she held a rifle up, pointing toward Mordo. He held Oliver in one arm.

Mordo looked at Bucky and put his arms up, slowly.

"James stop." Matt said with the blade in his shoulder.

"I need to make sure he doesn't hurt anyone again." Bucky said. "And this is the only way."

"This is not how it works." Matt said.

"Not for you." Bucky said. He cocked the rifle. "But for me it will suffice."

"James, no!" Matt threw a stick at Bucky's hand, making him miss the shot.

Mordo jumped out of a window.

Matt fell to the ground, panting. The blade in his shoulder had disappeared along with Mordo.

Bucky put Oliver down. "Stay here." He told him. He went over to Matt and picked him up by the straps on his suit, pushing him against the wall. "Look what you did, you asshole."

"I couldn't...let you kill him." Matt said. "That's not how-"

"Shut the hell up." Bucky said. "He threatened a lot of people, he threatened this kid's dad. And now because of you, he's in danger." Bucky brought the rifle under Matt's chin.

"Y-You're..." Matt gasped. "...scaring the kid."

Bucky looked back to Oliver, only to find nothing.

"Oliver?" He called.

There was no response.

"Oliver!"