A/N: It's lateeee and I'm sorryyyyy. It's just very hard to write when school's going on :((

The chapter isn't edited and I literally just wrote it so yeah

Anyway, HAVE YOU GUYS HEARD THAT THERE'S GOING TO BE AN AVENGERS 5 and it's going to be like the first Avengers movie with a small villain and they're gonna build it up movie by movie to be another Infinity War/Endgame level saga. I'm so psyched!!

This is just a filler chapter, but happy reading :0

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"I'm your backup.

You know, in case Barnes gets

stuck to a magnet or something."
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"How did this happen?"

"I became distracted," Vision answered regretfully. He watched Rhodes inside the CT-scanner, feeling confused about what he had done. But most of all, he was worried.

"I didn't think that was possible," Tony said. Vision turned to look at him and then cast his gaze onto the floor in guilt.

"Neither did I," he said quietly.

Tony stayed there for a moment as if he had something else he wanted to say, but he pursed his lips and walked away, leaving Vision to watch Rhodey alone.

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"The doctors say he shattered L4 through S1," the billionaire told Natasha, "Extreme laceration in the spinal cord. Probably looking at some form of paralysis."

They were standing on a balcony, looking at the row of trees across from the hospital. A beat of silence passed as the words hung in the air between them like a blaring reminder of their consequences.

"Adie's with him," Tony finally said and Natasha looked at him, "You didn't stop her." T'Challa had told him that the teenager had followed Steve onto the Quinjet. He immediately tried to locate her suit, but she had thrown her tracker away at the airport. Tony couldn't understand it. What had made her change her mind? He didn't understand why she didn't just talk to him. What could have possibly made her run off like that and how in the world was he going to find her?

"Steve's not gonna stop," Natasha said, "If you don't either, Rhodey's gonna be the best case scenario."

"You let them go, Nat," Tony said, turning to face her.

"We played this wrong," she argued. Tony chuckled, shaking his head.

"'We'? Boy, it must be hard to shake the whole double agent thing, huh? It sticks in the DNA," he mocked. Natasha felt her face heating with anger as she looked at the billionaire incredulously.

"Are you incapable of letting go of your ego for one goddamn second?" she breathed.

"T'Challa told Ross what you did, so...they're coming for you," Tony said, studying her expression. Natasha didn't look away.

"I'm not the one who needs to watch their back," she said, turning around and walking away. Tony watched her go and then sighed, hanging his head. He turned towards the row of trees again, wondering if he could stay here until his problems solved themselves.

The watch on his wrist lit up, projecting an image of a man who had been very clearly murdered. Apparently not, he thought and then sighed.

"What am I looking at, Friday?" he said.

"Priority upload from Berlin police."

"Fire up the chopper," he muttered, marching off the balcony.

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"The Task Force called for a psychiatrist as soon as Barnes was captured. The UN dispatched Dr. Theo Broussard from Geneva within the hour. He was met by this man."

FRIDAY pulled up a picture of the man in question as he was captured talking to another man.

"Did you run facial recognition yet?" Tony asked, adjusting his position in his seat. He was sitting in a chopper, not the most comfortable of places.

"What do I look like?"

"Uh...I don't know, I've been picturing a redhead," he shrugged.

"You must be thinking of someone else."

"Must be," he agreed, turning his phone around in his hands.

"The fake doctor is actually Colonel Helmut Zemo, Sokovian Intelligence," FRIDAY said and he flicked his phone, projecting the screen into the air, "Zemo ran Echo Skorpion, a Sokovian covert kill squad."

"So, what happened to the real Broussard?" Tony asked even though he knew the answer already.

"He was found dead in a Berlin hotel room. Where police also found a wig and facial prosthesis approximating the appearance of one James Buchanan Barnes."

"Son of a bitch. Get this to Ross," Tony cursed, hitting the wall.

"Yes, boss."

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SIBERIA

"Does she get one?" Barnes asked Steve. Adelaide glared at him, snatching a pistol from the rack labeled Romanoff on the side.

"Yes," Adelaide said, "she does." He looked at her for a moment, smirking slightly before looking past her, at Steve. Adelaide took a deep breath, tightening her grip around the firearm. It was time.

"You remember that time we had to ride back from Rockaway Beach in the back of that freezer truck?" Steve said and Adelaide turned around to find the super soldier and his oldest friend standing beside each other as if they were preparing to raid a bunker like old times. Which, they technically were.

"Was that the time we used our train money to buy hot dogs?" Barnes asked, a smile on his face and Adelaide realized that that was the first time she had ever seen him smile.

"You blew three bucks trying to win that stuffed bear for a redhead," Steve chuckled, shaking his head.

"What was her name again?" Barnes asked, looking at Steve with a smile.

"Dolores. You called her Dot," Steve said and Adelaide couldn't help but let out a small laugh. She couldn't imagine the Winter Soldier trying to win a bear for a redhead named Dot. Barnes glanced at her and for once, he wasn't scowling.

"She's gotta be a hundred years old right now," Barnes sighed, a nostalgic look on his face.

"So are we, pal," Steve said, clamping a hand on Barnes' shoulder, "So are we."

Adelaide cleared her throat, "I know you two are having a moment, but we should really get going." Steve looked over his shoulder at the teenager, giving her a look.

"What are you doing here again, exactly?" he asked her. She shrugged carelessly, lifting her gun.

"I'm your backup. You know, in case Barnes gets stuck to a magnet or something."

"Right," Barnes scoffed, loading his own firearm. Steve shook his head, taking a deep breath.

The ramp descended, revealing the snowy earth as she had seen from the windows when they landed.

This was it. They were in Siberia and there was no going back.

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"He can't have been here more than a few hours," Steve said as they walked up to the front door of the bunker.

"Long enough to wake them up," Barnes said, following Steve inside. Adelaide stayed quiet, almost scared that if she said something an old memory would come to life in front of her. She almost didn't want to follow them inside, but she couldn't turn back now.

Taking a deep breath, she walked inside.

It was almost unrecognizable. It had been 25 years since she had last stepped foot in here. There was a distinct smell of rotting metal and chemicals. Every footstep fazed her. How many rooms away had she killed Anderson Jones and left his daughters fatherless? Were they okay? What about the other people she had led to their deaths? The spy, the frail boy, the disloyal?

This was were she had held a gun for the first time. The place where Lukov had trained her to be his brainwashed weapon. And, like an idiot, she had followed his every order like a call from God. Everything she hated about herself, she had learned to do right here – in this damned bunker.

"Hey, you okay?" Barnes said, realizing the teenager had been falling behind. Adelaide looked at him, not being able to mask the fear in her eyes. He stepped closer, glancing over his shoulder at Steve who was standing by the caged elevator.

"It's not easy here," he said, "But forget everything and just remember what we're here to do."

Adelaide swallowed, nodding. He gave her a brisk nod and turned around, walking into the elevator. She followed him inside, holding her breath and ignoring how fast her heart was beating. They would be in and out quickly.

The elevator landed with a thud and Adelaide took in a deep breath as the doors opened. Steve nodded at her and she did the same back, holding up her gun. She carefully walked behind Steve and Bucky, covering their six as they passed by a few doors. At the end of the hall, Barnes went up the stairs and Adelaide followed him with Steve close behind.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash.

Immediately, Barnes was crouching down with his rifle aimed at the doors while Steve ducked behind his shield. Adelaide crouched down too, her finger looped around her gun. She held her breath, watching the door intently.

"Ready?" Steve asked.

"Yeah," she and Barnes said. The doors began opening and Adelaide swallowed, zeroing her vision on the door.

The doors slid open all the way. But it wasn't the doctor. It was Tony.

He walked towards them carelessly as if he was just walking through a hallway in the penthouse. Adelaide realized that her jaw was slightly slacking and she shook her head.

"You seem a little defensive," Tony said to Barnes.

"It's been a long day," Steve said, walking towards him with his shield still up.

"At ease, Soldier. I'm not currently after you," Tony told Barnes who continued to ignore him.

"Then why are you here?" Steve asked.

"Could be your story's not so crazy. Maybe," Tony shrugged, "Ross has no idea I'm here. I'd like to keep it that way. Otherwise, I gotta arrest myself."

"Well, that sounds like a lot of paperwork," Steve said, finally lowering his shield, "It's good to see you, Tony."

"You too, Cap," he admitted and then he looked past her again, at Barnes, "Hey, Manchurian Candidate, you're killing me. There's a truce here. You can drop–"

Steve lifted his hand, telling Barnes to lower his rifle.

Adelaide stepped down the stairs, not sure of what to say. It was strange that he hadn't even acknowledged her. She had imagined his anger through the roof when he met her. This ignoring this was making her antsy.

"How did you find us?" she asked. Tony finally looked at her as if he had just realized that she was there.

"I'll always find you," he said rather arrogantly, "But that doesn't mean I'm not mad."

"What? But you said yourself – Steve's right, we need to get to these soldiers before the doctor does," she argued, taking a step forward. Tony looked at her and then looked away, taking a deep breath.

"I know. I was wrong," he admitted. Adelaide glanced at Steve who nodded at her.

"So...we're good?" she asked, holding her breath. Tony looked at her again and then nodded.

"But I swear on my lucky socks, if you run off like that again—"

"I won't," she promised and he nodded. Adelaide had half a mind to ask Tony if Rhodey was okay, but she knew this wasn't the time. It would have to wait until after.

Together, the four of them went inside.

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A/N: So the next chapter is probably gonna be the last chapter of Civil War and then the end :) Just kidding, we're barely halfway through the story haha. Just wait till after Homecoming. I don't have much planned yet, but I'm working on something so exciting!!

Question: Idk, you guys can ask me something. I'm too tired to think of anything.