(Marvel, DC, images, manhwas, and every anime that will be mentioned and used in this story are not mine. They all belong to their respective owners. The main character "Karito Josue Valdez" and the story are mine)
Location, Bucharest
Amidst the vibrant marketplace, Bucky found himself perusing an array of freshly picked berries at a local stall. With a practiced hand, he selected a handful of luscious blueberries, the proprietor engaging him in a lively exchange in Romanian. The linguistic exchange resulted in Bucky purchasing a larger quantity, as the vendor skillfully convinced him to take more.
While delivering the payment for the berries he desired, Bucky's keen senses compelled him to surreptitiously scan his surroundings, ever wary of potential followers. Securing the bag of fruits, he arrived at a crossroad, patiently awaiting the crimson signal of the traffic lights. There, he noticed an enigmatic newspaper seller, who, for some inexplicable reason, seemed fixated on him. With a composed yet penetrating gaze, Bucky met the man's suspicious stare, unwittingly triggering a most unusual reaction.
In an abrupt frenzy, the newspaper seller abandoned his post, fleeing in haste. Bucky was perplexed by this unexpected display, curiosity getting the better of him. He cautiously approached the deserted stall and discovered a newspaper that had caught the man's eye. As he perused its contents, a chilling realization washed over him, sending shivers down his spine. Instinctively, he knew something was amiss, prompting him to make a hasty retreat to his abode.
Within the confines of Bucky's modest home, Steve had already made his way inside, embarking on a thorough reconnaissance of the meager surroundings. The dwelling, sparsely furnished and lacking extravagance, housed little more than essential sustenance in the fridge. As he surveyed the area, his discerning eyes fell upon a peculiar book resting near the refrigerator, its contents appearing to be a meticulously crafted list of some sort. Yet, what caught Steve's attention was an unexpected revelation—a photograph of himself within the pages, leaving him deeply intrigued.
Before he could delve further into this enigmatic discovery, Falcon's timely warning reverberated in his ear, alerting him to imminent danger.
(Falcon) Coms "Heads up, Cap. German Special Forces approaching from the south."
(Captain America) "Understood."
As Captain's heightened senses attuned to his surroundings, an inscrutable sensation washed over him, an unmistakable inkling that he was not alone. Swiftly, he pivoted, an aura of readiness enveloping him, prepared for any potential confrontation that lay in wait. To his surprise, however, the figure before him was none other than Bucky, his gaze fixated upon the Captain with an air of contemplation, devoid of any inclination towards combat.
(Captain America) "Do you know me?"
(Bucky) Coms "You're Steve. I read about you in a museum."
(Falcon) "They've set the perimeter."
(Captain America) "I know you're nervous, and you have plenty of reason to be. But you're lying."
(Bucky) "I wasn't in Vienna. I don't do that anymore."
(Falcon) Coms "They're entering the building
(Captain America) "Well, the people who think you did are coming here now. And they're not planning on taking you alive."
(Bucky) "That's smart. Good strategy." They both start hearing footsteps
(Falcon) Coms "They're on the roof. I'm compromised."
(Captain America) "This doesn't have to end in a fight, Buck."
(Bucky) Starts getting prepared "It always ends in a fight."
(Falcon) Coms "Five seconds."
(Captain America) Starts getting desperate "You pulled me from the river. Why?"
(Bucky) Reveals his metal arm "I don't know."
(Falcon) Coms "Three seconds."
(Captain America) "Yes, you do."
(Falcon) Coms "Breach! Breach! Breach!"
In a split second that seemed to stretch into eternity, a gleaming flash grenade hurtled into the room, its malevolent intent palpable. However, the Captain's extraordinary reflexes sprang into action, and like a virtuoso wielding his instrument, he struck the grenade with the artistry of a maestro, sending it hurtling back into the unforgiving outside world with a deft flick of his shield.
Undeterred by their initial setback, the assailants persisted, doubling down on their assault with yet another calculated throw. This time, Bucky, a formidable force in his own right, engaged in an acrobatic feat, deftly redirecting the grenade toward the Captain, employing an audacious kick that betrayed his mastery of combat dynamics. Unperturbed, the Captain met the explosive head-on, his indomitable shield forming an impregnable barrier, thwarting its destructive ambitions without a single scratch to show for it.
Through the din of chaos, the confrontational symphony continued to crescendo. A sharpshooter from the law enforcement ranks sought to regain control of the situation, targeting Bucky with deadly precision. Yet, resourceful and adaptable, Bucky adroitly sought refuge behind a makeshift shield, leveraging a nearby bed for protection, impervious to the impending gunfire. Swiftly retaliating, he dispatched his aggressor with swift precision, utilizing his formidable metal arm as both weapon and shield, asserting his dominance with a calculated and emphatic takedown.
Meanwhile, the unyielding pursuit of justice continued at the entrance, where the Special Forces unit sought to breach the stronghold. Unyielding in his resolve, Bucky demonstrated his formidable strength, brandishing a table with astounding force, propelling it with unparalleled velocity to obstruct the primary access point, foiling their advance.
Within the confined quarters, the stakes intensified further as additional adversaries infiltrated through the windows. However, as fate would have it, these formidable foes stood little chance against the collective prowess of Captain America and his steadfast ally, Bucky. With grace and unwavering precision, they neutralized the intruders one by one, their collaboration an orchestration of martial mastery and strategic cooperation.
The tide of battle seemed to ebb and flow, moments of tension interspersed with brief interludes of valor and ingenuity. Amidst the tumult, Captain America's eyes met Bucky's, a silent pact sealed between brothers-in-arms. However, destiny was not yet done testing them. Bucky, driven to evade capture, sought an escape through the back exit, only to encounter the resolute presence of Captain America, standing sentinel, unwilling to let his comrade go down a path of shadows.
(Captain America) "Bucky, stop! You're gonna kill someone!"
With the fluidity of a seasoned acrobat, Bucky executed a nimble somersault, effortlessly soaring over Captain America's stalwart form, his agile movements a mesmerizing display of combat finesse. As he descended gracefully to the ground, he seemed poised for a fierce strike, his fist coiling back like a coiled serpent ready to strike its prey. Yet, in a stunning twist of expectations, Bucky's assault veered away from the Captain, forgoing confrontation with his esteemed comrade.
Instead, the room bore witness to an enigmatic act, as Bucky's fist, once a harbinger of force, met the floor with a controlled impact, reverberating with a faint echo throughout the room. Undeterred by the earthy connection, he revealed a concealed satchel secreted within the floor's recesses, the bag emerging like a hidden treasure long coveted.
(Bucky) "I'm not killing anyone." He threw the bag to the next building
Amidst their earnest conversation, the tranquility of the small house was shattered as a formidable contingent of Special Forces operatives breached its confines. In a seamless display of combat prowess, Bucky became the vanguard of defense, his metal-clad shoulder deflecting the barrage of bullets directed his way. Sensing the imminent peril, Captain America instinctively shielded his ally, their unbreakable bond now the fulcrum of their collective strength.
The skirmish intensified as another policeman, positioned outside the window, sought to gain the upper hand by taking aim at Bucky. Reacting with swiftness and precision, Bucky utilized his acrobatic prowess, propelling Captain America away from the trajectory of the oncoming bullets, resulting in a spectacular collision between the two adversaries.
With the chaos escalating, Bucky locked eyes with his adversaries, a fierce determination etched across his features. Against a relentless onslaught of gunfire, he stood resolute, utilizing his unyielding arm to intercept the volley of bullets, a testament to his indomitable will.
In a display of sheer force and strategic prowess, Bucky turned the tide of the confrontation, employing an expertly executed maneuver that propelled one assailant through a table, rendering him incapacitated. The next adversary's panic only played to Bucky's advantage, his retaliatory shots easily thwarted, culminating in a punishing blow delivered via a solid cement block.
As the onslaught continued, Bucky met the challenge head-on, employing his metal appendage to devastating effect. A single punch shattered an officer's knee, leaving the hapless individual incapacitated, while a swift kick sent a group of officers tumbling down the stairs, their unfortunate companions following suit.
Above, another officer launched a futile offensive, spraying bullets relentlessly at Bucky, only to meet the unyielding resistance of the metal-armored warrior. In a daring display of might and precision, Bucky disarmed his opponent, incapacitating him with a decisive blow against the wall.
Meanwhile, Captain America, recovering from the impact of their earlier collision, rose to rejoin the fray, his resolve unwavering. Stepping outside the room, he bore witness to a wounded police officer attempting to relay the unfolding situation in his diminished state.
(Special Forces Officer) "He's headed down the east stairwell!"
With unwavering determination etched upon his resolute countenance, the Captain swiftly seized the communicator, a stark emblem of discord, and with a potent display of physical prowess, crushed it within the formidable grasp of his hand. Unified by a shared purpose, his unyielding pursuit to locate Bucky remained undeterred.
Bounding through the edifice with the grace of a seasoned athlete, he ascended the stairs with an unshakable purpose, the intensity of the unfolding confrontation echoing through each step he took. As he reached the zenith of the stairwell, a riveting tableau greeted him—a ballet of battle unfolding before his very eyes.
There, amidst a swirling maelstrom of combat, Bucky stood like a lone sentinel, confronting an onslaught of adversaries with an almost superhuman dexterity. The enemies encircled him, their collective aggression a formidable challenge to overcome.
In the midst of this tempestuous clash, a serendipitous twist of fate unfolded. An inadvertent maneuver on the Captain's part led to a fortuitous intervention. In an accidental brush against one of the assailants, an officer lost his footing, perilously teetering at the edge of the stairs. The Captain's instinctive reflexes surged into action, propelling him once more into the air. With an agile leap, he intercepted the falling officer, cradling him safely within his firm grip, preventing a potential tragedy.
(Captain America) Grunts "Come on, man."
In a moment charged with tension, Bucky's piercing gaze met the Captain's unwavering resolve, an exchange of emotions conveyed in an eloquent silence. The Winter Soldier, unwilling to cede ground, demonstrated his unyielding combat prowess with a calculated elbow strike, deftly incapacitating an officer who stood too close.
With the agility of a battle-hardened warrior, Bucky's next move was a masterstroke of ingenuity. Breaking the support line of the staircase, he transformed the structure into an improvised swing, propelling himself to the floor below. In a breathtaking display of force, he dispatched another assailant, his well-aimed kick sending the officer's head crashing into the unyielding cement wall, an emphatic testament to his superhuman strength.
Meanwhile, the Captain's mettle was equally evident as he deftly fended off the oncoming officers with precision and finesse. In a lightning-fast sequence, his seasoned combat skills were brought to the fore, delivering a resounding punch to one adversary's countenance, while employing his legendary shield as a formidable weapon, disarming and subduing another opponent.
As Bucky's attempts to elude the Captain took him on a daring descent through multiple floors, the relentless pursuit intensified. Aided by his metal arm, Bucky's acrobatics painted a breathtaking spectacle as he leaped from one floor to another. However, even the Winter Soldier's remarkable athleticism could not fully protect him from the jarring impact, which elicited a momentary cry of pain.
Undeterred, Bucky emerged onto a different level, his senses ever attuned to potential escape routes. His gaze locked onto the back exit, determination fueling his every stride as he sprinted with unparalleled speed. With a prodigious leap, he bridged the chasm between buildings, the churning urban landscape bearing witness to his mesmerizing display of skill and resilience.
In a display of agile finesse, Bucky deftly executed a controlled roll upon landing near the precipice of the building, preserving his momentum with fluid grace. Retrieving the bag he had hurled earlier, he embarked on a swift sprint towards the closest exit, yet his intentions were abruptly thwarted by a surprise assault from behind. As he rolled across the floor, he turned to confront his assailant, and there, before him, stood a formidable figure adorned in a vibranium panther suit—the Black Panther, resolute in his pursuit of vengeance for his father.
With both warriors assuming battle stances, the air crackled with palpable tension, an impending duel of legendary proportions now unfolding. The vibranium claws glinted ominously, and the clashing of fierce combatants commenced. Bucky, a seasoned soldier, seized the initiative, launching an offensive salvo, yet the Panther's unmatched speed and agility proved to be a formidable counter, repelling him with a pair of swift side kicks to his chest.
Undeterred, Bucky sought to regain his footing, launching a haymaker with unyielding determination. Alas, the Panther countered with remarkable precision, evading the blow and launching a punishing back fist and a devastating flying knee that found its mark on Bucky's chest, sending him crashing into an air conditioner's condenser.
With resilience that mirrored his superhuman strength, Bucky recovered swiftly, but the Panther's onslaught remained relentless. In a stunning display of aerial prowess, the Panther employed the condenser to propel himself skyward, executing a resounding hammer strike upon Bucky, driving him to his knees.
Despite the mounting odds, Bucky's instincts prevailed, and in a moment of desperation, he seized a steel pipe, fortifying himself against the Panther's unrelenting assault. The battlefield was now a maelstrom of skill and willpower, each fighter's resolve unyielding, each maneuver a testament to their martial prowess.
In another corner of the fray, Captain America, the stalwart sentinel of justice, had arrived on the scene, witnessing the extraordinary clash between his comrade and the Black Panther clad in vibranium. As he spotted Sam nearby, he felt compelled to inform him of Bucky's whereabouts, for the stakes had risen exponentially, and the implications of this fateful encounter were beyond measure. The cityscape became an arena of epic confrontation, where vengeance and valor collided.
(Captain America) "Sam, southwest rooftop."
(Falcon) "Who the hell's the other guy?"
(Captain America) "About to find out." Steps back a few feet
With a seamless display of athletic prowess, the Captain launched himself towards the adjacent edifice with unerring precision, a testament to his exceptional agility and keen strategic acumen. His landing, too, was a graceful fusion of power and grace, swiftly recovering from the aerial maneuver.
Meanwhile, the epic clash between Bucky and the Panther unfolded like a symphony of strength and skill. In the heat of the battle, the Panther's vibranium claws proved a formidable match for the steel pipe wielded by Bucky. The Panther, with effortless grace, broke the pipe in two, poised to deliver a potentially lethal blow. Yet, Bucky's unwavering resolve manifested, allowing him to seize the Panther's wrists with impressive tenacity, countering the impending attack.
As the two warriors grappled, their fierce struggle was interrupted by the intervention of a Special Forces helicopter. However, even the formidable firepower of the helicopter's bullets proved inconsequential against the Panther's vibranium-infused suit, the impervious material effortlessly repelling the attack.
Just as the Captain contemplated seeking Falcon's assistance, a luminous streak of lightning illuminated the scene, heralding the arrival of an unexpected ally. In a spectacular aerial display, Falcon's would-be entrance was outshined as a bolt of lightning was swiftly followed by an acrobatic drop-kick, expertly targeting the helicopter's tail. The resulting chaos sent the helicopter into an uncontrollable spin, while a distinctive "thwip" signaled Spider-Man's timely appearance, as he gracefully landed on the rooftop.
(Spider-Man) "Panther! You're making a mistake!"
(Black Panther) "Don't get in my way, Spider."
Amidst the flurry of action and intense combat, an opportune moment presented itself to Bucky—the briefest lapse in the Panther's unyielding vigilance. Seizing this fleeting instant, Bucky acted with swiftness and precision, expertly maneuvering himself to evade his formidable opponent.
With the Panther momentarily pushed to the side, Bucky sprang into motion, his lithe form weaving through the tumultuous battleground. The staccato rhythm of his footfalls resonated with purpose, each step a calculated measure to distance himself from the fray.
(Captain America) "What are you doing here, Spider-Man?"
(Spider-Man) "No time, I'm gonna be in trouble for doing this but I know it's not Bucky that did this."
(Captain America) "What? what do you me-"
Amidst the labyrinthine cityscape, the pursuit of three extraordinary figures unfolded with a captivating display of finesse and prowess. The Winter Soldier, a virtuoso of parkour, fluidly descended the edifice, his agile movements resembling a choreographed dance with gravity itself. At his side, the Black Panther, equally adept in the art of movement, utilized his vibranium claws to carve a seamless path down the building's side, his descent as smooth as a brushstroke on canvas.
In the midst of this dazzling spectacle, Spider-Man, that enigmatic web-slinger, demonstrated his own aerial expertise, following suit with astounding acrobatics. With a seamless leap, he defied gravity's pull, landing upon the ground with the elegance of a seasoned performer, his superhuman strength evident as the earth bore witness to the force of his arrival.
Not to be outdone, the indomitable Captain America, that emblem of valor and justice, was determined to match the otherworldly feats of his companions. Gazing down from the highest floor, he embraced the challenge, fearlessly soaring into the abyss with an unwavering resolve. Utilizing his iconic shield as both weapon and tool, he executed a graceful descent, his landing orchestrated with precision, ensuring a safe and controlled fall.
(Spider-Man) In his thoughts "Great, this place doesn't have nowhere to swing. Shit."
As their relentless pursuit reached its zenith, the quartet of extraordinary individuals swiftly traversed the bustling cityscape, their footfalls resounding with a harmonious symphony of determination. The vibrant metropolis bore witness to this extraordinary spectacle, a tale of valor and pursuit etched upon its very streets.
Reaching the serene embrace of the Park, they momentarily found refuge amidst the verdant surroundings. Yet, their respite was fleeting, as the reverberating blades of the recovered helicopter signaled that danger still lurked on their heels. With astonishing agility, Spider-Man demonstrated his acrobatic finesse once more, intercepting the helicopter's retaliatory fire, ensuring his comrades could find an escape route.
In a daring move, the Winter Soldier led the charge, descending into the depths of a tunnel through a hidden aperture. Unyielding in their pursuit, the others followed suit. As they emerged onto the highway, speeding cars surrounded them
Yet, heedless of the danger that encompassed them, they pressed forward with superhuman speed, transcending the limits of mere mortals. Their strides were a blur, outpacing the swiftest vehicles that roared by. The symphony of their motion sang of their prowess, each footfall a testament to their superhuman abilities.
Amongst the exceptional ensemble, Spider-Man stood out, his web-slinging skills propelling him with unmatched velocity. With a graceful stride, he effortlessly closed the distance between himself and the Black Panther, a tantalizing pursuit that painted the highway with a captivating display of raw speed.
Amidst the cacophony of pursuit, a lone police car surged alongside Captain America, its urgent radio transmissions imploring him to "stand down." Undeterred by the vehemence of the plea, the resolve of these remarkable individuals only intensified, propelling them to even greater velocities. The Captain, driven by unwavering purpose, made a daring decision to alter the course of the chase. With calculated precision, he collided with one of the police officer's cars, commandeering it in a bid to close the distance with his allies more expeditiously.
Witnessing the Captain's audacious maneuver, Spider-Man gracefully leaped atop the speeding cars, mirroring Bucky's own agile movements. His superhuman abilities bolstered his incredible speed, surging past the Black Panther with breathtaking fluidity, swiftly approaching the Winter Soldier's position.
However, the Captain's newly acquired car proved no refuge from the Panther's unyielding pursuit. With determination etched upon his face, the Panther clung tenaciously to the vehicle, undeterred by the Captain's attempts to shake him off. Their fierce struggle played out upon the speeding car, the clash of wills a testament to their extraordinary abilities and unwavering dedication to their cause.
(Captain America) Coms "Sam, I can't shake this guy off."
(Falcon) Coms "Right behind you."
At that moment a multitude of police cars entered the tunnel, the Captain started using the police cars in hopes to shake the Panther off him but was very unsuccessful. The rest of the Policemen went for Bucky and Spider-Man as they tried to ram the Spider over but he backed flipped and latched on to the top of the car. The police in the passenger's seat opened his window and started shooting at the Spider but he side-flipped towards the man's direction and latched a web towards him that made him sling out of the car and stay stuck on the tunnel's walls. The police driver got out his gun and tried to shoot at Spider-Man but he flipped around and kicked the driver inside the car sending him flying to the passenger's seat door and shooting a web to break his fall. The Spider spun around and made it to the front of the car, flipping it over and making a small blockade for some of the policemen that are chasing them, making around three cars crash into it as the Spider turned around and sprinted towards Bucky.
The Winter Soldier was nearing the exit of the tunnel but spotted a bunch of police cars going against traffic which made him run to the other lane of cars that are going the opposite of where he was going. Bucky jumped over cement barrels that block cars from passing over to the other opposite side of the road, while Spider-Man did the same. The Captain was left with no choice but to crash through the barrels and go against the traffic to follow suit while most of the officers in the area were stuck in their cars thanks to Spider-Man. As Bucky continued to run he saw a man with a motorcycle and he carefully got in the man's way and pushed him off his vehicle, spun the vehicle around, and started to drive it, gaining more distance and going back to the correct side of the road. Spider-Man saw this and latched himself onto Captain's car but he forgot that the Black Panther was also taking a ride.
On the top of the car Panther was holding himself on the car while fighting Spider-Man. The Spider was fending off quite easily due to his wall-crawling skill. Spider-Man shot a web at the Panther blinding him for a second and soccer kicked him right in the face with a venom-charged kick, sending him crashing to the roof of the tunnel and slamming to the ground. The Spider turned around his spider senses going off and saw Bucky place a bomb on the roof of the tunnel making the exit start collapsing. He reacted quickly by using his lateral repulsion skill sending him blasting through the air and shooting a web at Bucky's vehicle, making both heroes roll through the floor. The Captain drifted making the car go sideways and exited the vehicle sprinting towards the Spider and Winter soldier while his car was exactly behind him.
In a fateful convergence, a moment of tension hung thick in the air as Captain America confronted Spider-Man, seeking answers that eluded them both. Yet, before words could be exchanged, the cityscape bore witness to an influx of authority. A vast contingent of police cars, akin to an advancing phalanx, descended upon the scene, their sirens a symphony of urgency. Above, a helicopter's blade sliced through the air, casting shadows upon the tumultuous ground below.
As if summoned by destiny itself, War Machine, armored and resolute, descended from the heavens, a formidable force now poised before the Captain and company. The weight of the moment intensified, every decision now carrying the potential for profound consequences.
(War Machine) Blaster chargers "Stand down, now."
(Spider-Man) "Wait don't hurt them!"
(War Machine) "Good job on stopping them, Spider-Man."
(Spider-Man) "Wait, what?"
In a crescendo of tension, the labyrinthine streets bore witness to a congregation of lawmen, their weapons poised with unwavering determination. Unyielding in their commitment to uphold the law, they confronted the enigmatic figures before them—Bucky, Captain America, and the Black Panther, shrouded in a cloak of anonymity.
(War Machine) "Congratulations, Cap. You're a criminal."
(Spider-Man) "Wait, no do-"
(War Machine) "We'll talk about this later, Spider-Man. Not now."
In the tempestuous confluence of valor and duty, the officers surged forth with an unwavering resolve, their collective purpose unified in the apprehension of the enigmatic trio before them. The city's labyrinthine streets bore witness to this enthralling tableau, where allegiances hung in delicate balance, and destinies intertwined in a web of moral complexity.
Amidst the charged atmosphere, Captain America's gaze found Spider-Man, a silent exchange that conveyed the weight of perceived betrayal. The web-slinger, masked and enigmatic, wore a countenance of profound confusion beneath the veil of his alter ego, a visage shielded from the world by the very fabric of his identity.
As the officers closed in on their quarry, the Black Panther, an aura of regal enigma encircling him, shed the veil of anonymity. In a moment of revelation, he bared his face to the world, unveiling his true identity—T'Challa, the new King of Wakanda. The revelation held the assembled onlookers transfixed in astonishment, the fabric of their perceptions momentarily reshaped by the revelation of royalty amidst their midst.
As the seconds stretched into a suspended reverie of surprise, Spider-Man remained an exception to the collective shock. His knowledge, acquired in the real world, was a secret he held close, lending him a unique vantage amidst this unfolding spectacle.
(War Machine) "Your Highness."
Location, Berlin
Beneath the steel-and-glass skyline of Berlin, a procession of law enforcement vehicles meandered with solemn purpose. The flow of traffic obediently yielded to the heavily fortified conveyance, bearing the enigmatic Bucky within its armored confines. The streets, once teeming with the vitality of city life, now stood witness to this austere parade, an extraordinary display of authority and vigilance.
In a parallel vehicle, a gathering of formidable figures rode in quiet determination. Sam, Steve, Karito, and T'Challa composed this taciturn ensemble, their countenances poised with both resolve and circumspection. As the cityscape whirred past, Karito was entrusted with a crucial charge—to keep an unwavering vigil on the events unfolding before them.
(Sam) Talking to T'Challa "So... you like cats?"
(Steve) "Sam..."
(Sam) "What? Dude shows up dressed like a cat, you don't wanna know more?"
(Karito) "It's part of his culture man."
(Sam) "Hey, the backstabber is talking."
(Karito) "Fucking-! It's not like that!"
(Sam) "Sure, sure~. Whatever."
(Karito) "Tch..."
(Steve) "That's enough. Your suit, it's vibranium?"
(T'Challa) "Just like Spider-Man said, it's part of our culture. The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations. A mantle passed from warrior to warrior. And now, because your friend murdered my father... I also wear the mantle of king. So, I ask you... as both warrior and king... how long do you think you can keep your friend safe from me?"
(Karito) "It wasn't Bucky."
(T'Challa) "The evidence says otherwise, Spider."
(Karito) "No! It's a dude called Zemo who's framing him!"
(T'Challa) "Your attempts to protect him concern me, Spider. Are you an enemy or an ally?"
(Karito) "I'm looking for the TRUE culprit! And if I have to do it alone to prove you wrong then I will. I will prove you wrong, your highness. I'll prove everyone wrong."
(T'Challa) "..."
The air crackled with palpable tension as the conversation drew to a close, leaving an aura of unease in its wake. With resolute purpose, the entourage proceeded through a somber tunnel, their footsteps echoing amidst the hallowed silence. The path led them to the Joint Counter-Terrorist Center, a bastion of authority and intrigue.
As they arrived in the depths of the facility, Bucky emerged, restrained within the confines of a glass container, a stark reminder of the gravity of the situation. This sight, reminiscent of a captive creature, evoked a sense of empathy in Steve, who regarded his longtime comrade with concern. But determination urged him forward, leading the way with the others in tow.
Their somber procession found them in the presence of an enigmatic figure—clad in a gray tuxedo, his distinguished visage adorned with a mane of white hair. This enigmatic presence held an aura of authority, his every word imbued with significance. Beside him stood Sharon.
(Steve) "What's gonna happen to him?"
(Everette Ross) "Same thing that ought to happen to you. Psychological evaluation and extradition."
(Sharon) "This is Everett Ross, Deputy Task Force Commander."
(Steve) "What about a lawyer?"
(Everett Ross) "Lawyer. That's funny. See their weapons are placed in lockup." He looks at Spider-Man "Good work. Stopping them."
(Karito) Thoughts "That's not... Goddamn, it!" Talks "Thank you, sir."
(Everett Ross) "We'll write you a receipt."
(Sam) "I better not look out the window and see anybody flying around in that."
As the group pressed forward, their footsteps resonated with purposeful cadence, echoing through the labyrinthine corridors of the Joint Counter-Terrorist Center. Steve, ever the sentinel, cast a lingering gaze back at Bucky, his expression a complex tapestry of concern and remorse.
The elevator doors gracefully glided shut, marking the end of a fleeting moment of introspection. Within the confines of this metallic sanctuary, their collective focus shifted towards the enigmatic figure of Everett Ross, whose words now served as a beacon of guidance amidst the shadows of uncertainty.
(Everett Ross) "You'll be provided with an office instead of a cell. Now, do me a favor, stay in it?"
(T'Challa) "I don't intend on going anywhere."
Amidst the throngs of the bustling crowd, an enigmatic figure emerged, a silhouette that seemed to glide effortlessly through the labyrinth of humanity. Natasha, the epitome of finesse and subtlety, materialized before Steve, like a whisper of intrigue amidst the cacophony of the surrounding masses.
(Natasha) "For the record, this is what making things worse look like."
(Steve) "He's alive."
In the labyrinthine corridors of the Joint Counter-Terrorist Center, the entourage pressed on, guided by a shared sense of duty. Their footsteps, a measured cadence amidst the hallowed silence, carried them to a sanctum of authority—a high-security office, where Tony Stark, a paragon of technological brilliance, held court alongside a select few.
Within this enclave of secrets and strategy, screens adorned the walls like an illuminated tapestry, each displaying a mosaic of camera feeds from disparate locations, an intricate web of intelligence and information. The room itself, a nexus of surveillance and analysis, bore the weight of responsibility—a citadel of vigilance where the threads of global events converged.
(Tony) "No, Romania was not Accords-sanctioned. Colonel Rhodes is supervising cleanup."
(Natasha) "Try not to break anything while we fix this... and you." Points at Karito
(Karito) "Fuck..."
(Natasha) "Fuck indeed, we are talking later."
(Tony) On the phone "Consequences? You bet there'll be consequences... Obviously, you can quote me on that because I just said it. Anything else? Thank you, sir." Hangs up and walks toward Sam and Steve
(Steve) "Consequences?"
(Tony) "Secretary Ross wants you both prosecuted. Had to give him something."
(Steve) "I'm not getting that shield back, am I?"
(Natasha) "Technically, it's the government's property. Wings too."
(Sam) "That's cold."
(Tony) "Warmer than jail and now you."
(Karito) ".... I know, you don't have to pull a Nat."
A few minutes later
In the inner sanctum of the Joint Counter-Terrorist Center, the trio—Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, and Karito—found themselves in a discreet chamber, a realm secluded from the prying eyes of the outside world. Within the confines of this private room, the air was charged with a sense of confidentiality and gravity.
(Tony) "What the hell were you doing?"
(Karito) "Keeping Bucky alive from the new King of Wakanda."
(Natasha) "You could've just left it to Rhodey."
(Karito) "It wasn't Bucky, I already said this."
(Tony) "Karito, no matter how many times you say this no one is gonna listen. Everyone believes it was the Winter Solider."
(Karito) Grunts "No, it's a dude named Zemo!"
(Natasha) "Karito, you must be stressed out and tired. Go and rest for a bit, please."
(Karito) "A... Are treating me like a crazy person?"
(Natasha) "No! I didn't mean to put it like that!"
(Karito) "Of fucking course! I'm fucking batshit crazy! Thank you for reminding me Nat, you are such a GOOD FUCKING FRIEND!"
(Natasha) "Wait, Karito! I'm sorry!"
In a crescendo of emotion, Karito's countenance betrayed a simmering anger that surged forth like a tempest. In an act of defiance, he rose from his chair with palpable determination, casting an impassioned gaze upon Natasha—his anger manifesting in a forceful shove that sent her momentarily off-balance.
His frustration now channeled into an act of raw strength, Karito's foot connected with the door, unleashing a kinetic burst that propelled it open with breathtaking force, like a gust of wind tearing through the hallway. The door's trajectory, echoed through the space.
(Natasha) "W-Why didn't you help me?!"
(Tony) "You shouldn't have said that in the first place."
(Natasha) "I was just worried for him! He's always stressed!"
(Tony) "That doesn't excuse what you implied, even if it was an accident. You don't know half of what he's been through."
(Natasha) "He doesn't open up to anyone! HOW COULD I KNOW? It's not like you know any better!"
(Tony) " Actually, I do. Now go and think about an apology for him. While the bros talk." Walks away
(Natasha) Sighs "...Goddamn it..."
Amidst the corridors of authority, Tony Stark retraced his steps, his keen intellect attuned to the emotions that hung in the air like a delicate symphony. As he approached the office once more, his discerning eyes fell upon Karito, the force of his anger palpable even from a distance. In a display of wisdom and empathy, Tony chose to grant Karito the space he needed to collect his thoughts, recognizing the importance of allowing emotions to settle before engaging in conversation. With the sagacity of a seasoned strategist, Tony approached Steve.
(Tony) "Hey, you wanna see something cool? I pulled something from Dad's archives. Felt timely."
He sees Steve sitting down at the meeting table in the middle of the office.
(Tony) "FDR signed the Lend-Lease bill with these in 1941. Provided support to the Allies when they needed it most."
(Steve) "Some would say it brought our country closer to war."
(Tony) Sighs "See? If not for these, you wouldn't be here. I'm trying to... What do you call it? That's an olive branch. Is that what you call it?"
(Steve) "Is Pepper here? I didn't see her."
(Tony) "We're kinda... Well, not kinda..."
(Steve) "Pregnant?"
(Tony) "No. Definitely not. We're taking a break."
In a sudden and unexpected breach of the room's sanctity, Karito burst forth like a tempest, his emotions churning in a maelstrom of turmoil. Tony and Steve, figures of discernment and strategy, were momentarily caught off guard, their expressions tinged with a blend of confusion and concern.
(Karito) "Don't make my appearance stop your convo. Keep going."
(Tony) Sighs "Anyways, it was nobody's fault."
(Karito) "The Pepper thing?"
(Tony) "Mhm."
(Karito) "Oh..."
(Steve) "I'm so sorry, Tony. I didn't know."
(Tony) "A few years ago, I almost lost her..."
(Karito) "When we were attacked by those airplanes in your house?"
(Tony) "Yeah, the reason why I trashed all my suits. Then, we had to mop up HYDRA... and then Ultron. My fault. Karito was right that time."
(Karito) "So you believe me?"
(Tony) "Of course, I'm just doing the search by myself."
(Karito) "Fucking finally..."
(Tony) "Continuing what I was saying. You know that I never stopped after all that happened. Because the truth is I don't wanna stop. I don't wanna lose her. I thought maybe the Accords could split the difference." Sighs "In her defense, I'm a handful."
(Karito) "Indeed."
(Tony) "Seriously, Karito?"
(Karito) "It's payback for scolding me."
(Tony) Grunts in annoyance
(Karito) "Though, didn't you tell me that your Dad was kind of a pain in the ass?"
(Tony) "Not kinda, he was. I still don't know how he and Mom always made it work."
(Steve) "I'm glad Howard got married. I only knew him when he was young and single."
(Tony) "Oh really? You two knew each other?"
(Karito) "You didn't know?
(Tony) "He never said a word of him. Maybe only a thousand times."
(Karito) "Bruh..."
(Tony) "God, Steve I hate you."
(Steve) "I don't mean to make things difficult."
(Tony) "I know because you're a very polite person. Unlike this mood over here."
(Karito) "Man, fuck you." Shoots a web at Tony's tuxedo
(Tony) "Come on, man!!!"
(Karito) "Don't worry. It'll come out in an hour."
(Tony) "I swear to god."
(Karito) "Don't do that, he's gonna send me to do it."
(Tony) Facepalms
(Karito) "Returning to the topic, we know that when Steve sees something wrong he can't ignore it."
(Steve) "Sometimes I wish I could."
(Tony) "No, you don't."
(Steve) Looks down and then up "No, I don't... Sometimes"
(Tony) "Sometimes I wanna punch you in your perfect teeth. But I don't wanna see you gone. We need you, Cap."
(Karito) "You may kiss the bride."
(Tony) "Karito, one more I swear one more and I'll kick you out of this room."
(Karito) Chuckles
(Tony) Sighs "So far, nothing's happened that can't be undone, if you sign."
(Karito) "He'll not sign."
(Tony) "But why? We can make the last 24 hours legit. Barnes gets transferred to an American psych center instead of a Wakandan prison."
(Steve) Grabs a pen and stands up walking slowly as he stares at the pen
(Karito) Sighs
(Steve) "I'm not saying it's impossible... but there would have to be safeguards."
(Tony) "Sure. Once we put out the PR file, those documents can be amended. I'd file a motion to have you, Karito and Wanda reinstated..."
(Karito) "Wait, me? I thought that was already fixed. And what about Wanda?"
(Tony) "Well, a lot of people don't like you Karito, after that."
(Karito) "Oh for fuck sake." pinches the bridge of his nose
(Steve) "What about Wanda?"
(Tony) "She's fine. She's confined to the compound, currently. Vision's keeping her company."
(Steve) "Oh, God, Tony." Gets irritated
(Karito) "What?! I told you not to do that!" Mad
(Steve) "Every time I think you see things the right way-" Tony talks over him
(Tony) "It's 100 acres with a lap pool. It's got a screening room. There are worse ways to protect people."
(Karito) "Protection? She's gonna fucking flip out eventually!"
(Steve) "Is that how you see this? This is protection? It's internment, Tony."
(Tony) "She's not a US citizen."
(Karito) "WHO GIVES A SHIT! She's human! Just because she ain't American she has to be treated like an animal locked in a cage!"
(Steve) "Oh, come on..." Sighs
(Tony) "What?! They don't grant visas to weapons of mass destruction."
(Karito) "DON'T YOU FUCKING CALL HER A WEAPON! SHE'S NOT A TOOL! NOR A WEAPON! AM I ALSO A WEAPON, HUH?!"
(Tony) "GIVE ME A BREAK! FUCK! I'm doing what has to be done. To stave off something worse."
(Steve) "You keep telling yourself that." Looks at the pen "Hate to break up the set." Places the pen he grabbed back on the table and walks out
Karito's penetrating gaze met Tony's unwavering stare, a duel of wills unfolding before them. Amidst the gravity of the moment, a sense of disappointment seemed to linger in the spaces between their locked eyes.
(Tony) "What?"
(Karito) "You wanna start another argument, with me?"
(Tony) "I'm too mentally exhausted for that."
(Karito) "Same."
In the aftermath of the charged encounter, a profound silence enveloped the room as Karito's disappointed countenance gradually softened. Fatigue seemed to overcome him, and he succumbed to a restless slumber, his body sinking into the chair like a shadow fading into the night. Tony, a figure of contemplation, lingered in the stillness of the moment, allowing the weight of the encounter to linger in the air before he quietly departed, leaving the room shrouded in the memories of their wordless exchange.
Beyond the confines of this private chamber, a separate tableau unfolded—a symphony of questions and answers, veiled in the shadows of an interrogation room. Onlookers gathered around screens, their gazes fixated on the unfolding drama as a mysterious figure entered the cell to engage in a clandestine conversation with Bucky, like two dancers engaged in an intimate pas de deux.
(Zemo) In a disguise "Hello, Mr. Barnes. I've been sent by the United Nations to evaluate you. Do you mind if I sit?" Sits down at a table "Your first name is James?"
In the recesses of the surveillance room, an assembly of watchful eyes, led by Sharon, Sam, and Steve, remained captivated by the unfolding interrogation. The screens that adorned the walls painted a mesmerizing mosaic, each frame a glimpse into the enigmatic dance of questions and answers, obscured from the world outside.
(Sharon) Walks toward Sam "The receipt for your gear."
(Sam) Reads it "Bird costume? Come on."
(Sharon) "I didn't write it." She secretly overrides an access code so that Steve and Sam could hear and see the interrogation
(Zemo) In disguise "I'm not here to judge you. I just want to ask you a few questions. Do you know where you are, James?" No response from Bucky "I can't help you if you don't talk to me, James."
(Bucky) "My name is Bucky."
(Steve) Looks at the mug shoot taken from "Bucky" "Why would the Task Force release this photo, to begin with?"
(Sharon) "Get the word out, involve as many eyes as we can?"
(Steve) "Right. It's a good way to flush a guy out of hiding. Set off a bomb, and get your picture taken. Get seven billion people looking for the Winter Soldier."
(Sharon) "You're saying someone framed him to find him?"
(Sam) "Steve, we looked for the guy for two years and found nothing."
(Steve) "But wait, didn't Karito say something about someone framing Bucky?"
(Sharon) "So you are implying that Bucky is being framed."
(Steve) "Sharon, wake Karito up."
With a graceful poise, Sharon navigated her way across the room, her footsteps carrying an air of silent determination. As she reached the other end of the table, a sense of purpose emanated from her very presence. Gently, with a soft touch, she roused Karito from his restless slumber, like an artist coaxing life into a dormant masterpiece.
(Karito) Stretches "Yep, yep. I'm awake."
(Steve) "Karito, you keep saying something about Bucky being framed by this Zemo guy."
(Karito) "Oh yeah, he a pretty smart bastard. He made it all look like it was Bucky's fault when he's actually the mastermind."
(Sharon) "And you know this how?"
(Karito) "Sharon, I hack the Pentagon for fun. Of course, I'll know where to actually look." looks at the TV
(Zemo) In disguise "Tell me, Bucky. You've seen a great deal, haven't you?"
As if drawn by an invisible force, Karito's attention snapped towards the flickering screen—a magnetic pull that held the room in rapt attention.
(Karito) "When did the interrogation start?!"
(Sam) "Just a few minutes?"
(Karito) "FUCK! THAT'S ZEMO!"
(Steve) "Wait what?"
(Karito) "That's Zemo! The one who framed Bucky! He planned to have Bucky here in the first place! Shit! Why didn't anyone woke me up?!" Stands up and exits the meeting room
Within the confines of the chamber, a trio of figures, including Sharon, Sam, and Steve, stood like sentinels, their countenances marked with a complex array of emotions—concern and extreme suspicion intermingling in a delicate dance.
As their eyes remained fixed on the enigmatic figure interrogating Bucky, the room seemed to pulsate with tension, each heartbeat echoing with uncertainty.
(Steve) "Let's hope your right, Karito."
In the corridors of purpose, Karito strode with an air of determination, his pace mirroring the gravity of the situation. Beside him, a figure of innovation and strategy, Tony, walked in measured steps, flanked by Natasha and the diligent cadre of workers, all navigating the labyrinthine corridors with purposeful intent.
(Tony) Whispers "Did you get your beauty sleep?"
(Karito) Whispers "Tony, that's the guy."
(Tony) "What?"
(Karito) "The one interrogating Bucky. He's the actual culprit! That's Zemo."
(Tony) "Karito, are you sure?"
(Karito) "Yes, I'm fucking sure! He sneaked inside to get to Bucky and he's planning something!"
In a sudden surge of heightened perception, Karito's keen instincts, detected a distant rumbling of energies—an ominous harbinger of an impending storm. A symphony of warning signals resonated within him, as if an unseen hand was gently tugging at the strings of his consciousness.
Far from the bustling cityscape, an electromagnetic pulse, its epicenter miles away, unleashed its forceful embrace upon the metropolis, shrouding the sprawling expanse in darkness and disconnection. In this moment of cascading disruption, the city's grand tapestry seemed to fray at the edges, its pulsating energy reduced to flickering embers.
(Everette Ross) On coms "Come on, guys, get me eyes on Barnes."
(Karito) "Forget about Bucky! Look for the one that was interrogating him! He's the one who caused this!"
(Everette Ross) "Spider-Man, leave this to the experts."
(Karito) "Excuse me?!"
(Tony) Grabs Karito by the shoulder and taps his sunglasses "Friday, get me a source on that outage."
(Karito) "The EMP was 5 miles in the main power station of Berlin."
(Tony) "How did you-"
(Karito) "Spider senses are better." Starts running off
In the midst of chaos and uncertainty, Karito's agile figure, akin to a fleeting shadow, darted through the darkened corridors with a sense of purpose. His instinctual response, honed by his uncanny spider senses, propelled him towards Bucky's location, a beacon of determination amidst the encroaching darkness.
Yet, Karito was not alone in this dance of pursuit. Right on his heels, a duo of formidable companions, Sam and Steve, moved with seamless coordination. Their presence, like sentinels in the night, echoed the resolute resolve that propelled them forward, despite the pervasive obscurity that engulfed the once vibrant facility.
Unbeknownst to the trio, the enigmatic figure of the new King of Wakanda silently observed their movements, a regal figure shrouded in mystery and intrigue. Recognizing the significance of their collective pursuit, the King chose to follow in their wake.
Inside the cell with Bucky and Zemo
(Bucky) "What the hell is this?"
(Zemo) "Why don't we discuss your home? Not Romania. Certainly not Brooklyn, no." Grabs the red book "I mean your real home."
In the dimly lit room, an atmosphere of intrigue and tension hung heavy in the air as Bucky's piercing gaze fell upon the book held by Zemo. His countenance, once neutral and inscrutable, underwent a swift metamorphosis, transmuting into a visage of profound horror and disquietude.
(Zemo) Speaking in Russian "Longing."
(Bucky) "No..."
(Zemo) "Rusted..."
(Bucky) "Stop..."
(Zemo) "Seventeen..."
A subtle tremor seemed to take hold of Bucky's metallic appendage, the once steady and formidable arm now exhibiting an erratic dance of vibrations.
(Bucky) "Stop."
(Zemo) "Daybreak..."
(Bucky) "HAAAAA! GHNNNN!"
As an intense encounter unfolded, an overwhelming migraine abruptly assaulted Bucky's senses, leaving him at the mercy of a perplexing possession. His consciousness became a battleground, where memories of a distant program resurfaced, akin to intricate algorithms unfolding in a vast computer network. Struggling against the invisible shackles of this enigmatic force, Bucky's indomitable spirit surged forth, as if attempting to break the very chains that bound his mind.
In the midst of this mental turmoil, the anguish in Bucky's cries echoed with the haunting desperation of a soul yearning for liberation. His once composed demeanor gave way to a frenzied frenzy, as if grappling with an unseen adversary.
(Zemo) "Furnace..."
As the conflict raged on, an enigmatic affliction overcame Bucky, causing his form to tremble uncontrollably, his very being ensnared in the clutches of an insidious force. Tormented by the tumultuous upheaval within, he found himself entangled in a battle of wills, wherein his autonomy faltered like a flickering candle amidst a tempestuous gale.
In the throes of this internal tempest, a symphony of distress echoed through the air, the fervent cries of a soul grappling with an alien invasion of its corporeal sanctuary. The relentless barrage of punches directed at the unyielding glass door stood as a testament to the relentless determination with which he sought to break free from this ethereal prison.
Each strike upon the glass door bore the weight of a thousand struggles. Yet, the pain he endured, whether physical or spiritual, seemed to pale in comparison to the inner torment he grappled with, like a maestro conducting a concerto of suffering.
(Zemo) "Nine..."
Amidst the tumultuous encounter, the Winter Soldier's primal growls reverberated through the air as he relentlessly pummeled the unyielding glass door.
(Zemo) "Homecoming... One... Freight car."
With a final display of formidable strength, Bucky delivered a resolute punch, causing the entire door to crumble before him. As the shards of his conquest settled around him, he descended to his knees in profound silence, an emblem of both his physical prowess and the emotional toll of his relentless struggle.
Observing this unfolding spectacle with cautious intrigue, Zemo, ever the cunning strategist, approached the battle-worn soldier with a stoic countenance. Behind his inscrutable facade lay a mind calculating every conceivable outcome, prepared for the possibility that his intricate plan might not fully unfold as intended.
(Zemo) In Russian "Soldier?"
(Winter Soldier) In Russian "Ready to comply."
(Zemo) "Mission report. December 16, 1991."
With Karito, Sam, and Steve
In accordance with the intelligence relayed by Sharon, the trio hastened their steps, their synchronicity indicative of a well-honed team. Their destination was the fifth floor, a setting that held promises of revelation and danger alike. As they emerged upon that floor, a tableau of subdued adversaries greeted their discerning eyes.
Strewn about like discarded pawns on a grand chessboard, multiple men lay prostrate on the ground, their unconscious forms bearing testimony to the swift and decisive action that had transpired mere moments before. Each fallen figure, presented an enigma shrouded in mystery.
(Karito) "Damn, he works fast as fuck."
(Zemo) Acting "Help... Help me..."
(Karito) "That's him, get him."
Steve complied with Karito's directive, securing his grip on Zemo's jacket, evoking an unspoken exchange of emotions between the trio.
(Steve) "Who are you and what do you want?" Upset
(Zemo) "To see an empire fall." Crushes a dark stone in his hand
As Karito delegated the task of keeping watch outside the cell to Sam, he moved to join forces with Steve in restraining Zemo. Yet, in a display of remarkable instinct, his Spider-sense tingled, warning him of impending danger from the right. Reacting with uncanny swiftness, Karito adeptly evaded an attack from the Winter Soldier, narrowly avoiding what could have been a devastating blow.
With a precision honed through experience, Karito launched a swift cross punch, creating a momentary gap between him and the relentless soldier. However, the sudden counterattack seemed to enrage the Winter Soldier, intensifying the ferocity of his strikes. Nevertheless, the Spider's agility granted him an advantage, allowing him to deftly counter and evade the soldier's onslaught.
Amidst the fervor of the battle, an inexplicable metamorphosis began to unfold. A shroud of darkness enveloped Bucky, as if a sinister aura had consumed his being. This ominous transformation presented an enigma, heightening the stakes of the confrontation.
As the clash continued, Karito positioned himself to block an incoming uppercut from Bucky. However, to his astonishment, the soldier's strength appeared to have undergone a drastic augmentation, rendering Karito's defense inadequate. The tremendous force behind Bucky's strike pierced through the Spider's block, delivering a powerful uppercut beneath his jaw. With a thunderous impact, Karito was sent hurtling through the floor above.
(Karito) Holding his chin "NGH! FUCK! WHAT WAS THAT?!
Karito's AI spoke inside his head.
"It seems that Zemo was given a distressed stone."
(Karito) "The fuck is that?! How did he even get one in the first place?!"
"The stone had two proposes, the first being buffing anyone you choose and the second is a call for backup."
(Karito) "Wait, backup?"
As the fray unfolded, an acute sense of apprehension washed over him, for he perceived the entrance of two formidable entities into the premises. Despite the mounting anxiety, he knew he must first attend to the immediate urgency at hand: the brawny Winter Soldier's overpowering onslaught against Steve, whose resilience seemed to wane under the relentless assault. Witnessing the throw that sent Sam hurtling across the cell further heightened the urgency of the situation.
(Spider-Man) "Auto-equip suit." A blue light surrounds Karito as he equips his suit
On the lower level, Steve valiantly rose from a forceful kick that sent him reeling, demonstrating his tenacity. However, the Winter Soldier's blows rained down upon him with unyielding ferocity, compelling the Captain to utilize his entire body to parry and endure the punishing impacts, causing pained grunts to escape his lips. Evidently outmatched, Steve resorted to nimble evasions in a desperate bid to preserve his footing.
Despite Steve's dexterity, Bucky's newfound might proved overwhelming, inexorably pushing the valiant Captain back. A stroke of luck allowed Steve to evade a bone-crushing cross, yet the strain of their confrontation manifested in a deep dent on the elevator door.
Unfortunately, fortune turned against Steve when the Winter Soldier's next punch, swift and unyielding, found its mark upon his chest, shattering the very elevator doors that had stood as a barrier between them. With resounding finality, Steve crashed to the floor, his body finding an unceremonious landing, his face meeting the cold surface of the elevator.
Meanwhile, Bucky roamed the facility with an air of indomitable determination, leaving a trail of incapacitated adversaries in his wake. Regardless of their skill or prowess, all who opposed him found themselves powerless against his newfound and enigmatic strength, which had surged forth from the mysterious stone.
As the events unfolded, Tony, Natasha, and Spider-Man arrived at the scene, their timely presence indicating that the confrontation had reached a pivotal juncture, fraught with implications yet to be unraveled.
(Black Widow) "We're in position."
With swift precision, Tony initiated a sequence on his watch, conjuring a blaster that materialized in his palm. Seizing the opportunity, he emerged from cover, firing a concussive sound wave toward the soldier, inducing him to cringe in pain while covering his ears in defense. In a strategic display of combat finesse, Tony moved in close, employing a blinding flash to momentarily disorient his adversary.
Tony's tactical prowess came into play as he disarmed the soldier, deftly relieving him of the firearm he had taken from incapacitated guards. The ensuing clash was a masterclass of lightning-fast punches and counters, with both opponents displaying remarkable agility and skill. When the Winter Soldier aimed the gun at Tony, the quick-witted billionaire instinctively interposed his blaster arm to shield himself. The deflected shot harmlessly ricocheted away, thanks to the ingenuity of Tony's blaster watch, which had intercepted the lethal projectile.
A fortuitous opportunity presented itself, allowing Tony to disarm the soldier of his weapon's magazine, promptly using it as an improvised melee weapon, striking the Winter Soldier across the face. In retaliation, the soldier unleashed a devastating punch that propelled Tony into a table, the sheer force of the blow momentarily overwhelming him.
Sharon entered the fray as the soldier's second opponent, launching a rapid sidekick that regrettably met his block. Black Widow capitalized on the moment, leaping into action with a flying knee aimed at the soldier's chest, only to witness his steadfast resilience as he absorbed the impact and quickly repositioned himself in a defensive stance.
As a formidable tag team, Sharon and Black Widow sought to gain the upper hand, briefly overwhelming the Winter Soldier with their coordinated attacks. Nevertheless, the soldier's prowess prevailed as he swiftly flipped Sharon, causing her to collide with a table, temporarily sidelining her. Undeterred, Black Widow unleashed a barrage of elbow strikes upon the soldier's head, but he retaliated by forcefully slamming her onto a table, wielding his metal arm as a conduit to deliver incapacitating electric shocks.
(Black Widow) "You could at least recognize me." Gasping for air
Amidst the unfolding turmoil, a resounding "twip" pierced the air as Spider-Man swung into the fray, a nimble force to be reckoned with. His agile form intercepted the Winter Soldier's path, as his foot connected with Bucky's face, compelling him to relinquish his grasp on Black Widow. In a dazzling display of combat prowess, Spider-Man executed a rapid series of strikes—a jab, a cross, a hook, and a low kick—rendering the soldier momentarily off-balance, only to punctuate the combination with a swift back kick to the chest that sent Bucky tumbling to the ground.
Seizing the momentum, T'Challa, the formidable Black Panther, engaged the Winter Soldier in a breathtaking flurry of kicks. The clashing of their skills manifested as a mesmerizing dance, each step a calculated maneuver in the intricate choreography of combat. Yet, amidst the exchange, T'Challa's calculated strikes found their mark, and a solid jab connected with Bucky's nose, causing his head to recoil under the impact.
Fueled by frustration, the soldier's retaliation was swift and unnerving, as he channeled an eerie dark energy into his fist. With a burst of rage-fueled force, he unleashed a devastating punch upon T'Challa's chest, sending the King of Wakanda hurtling across the cafeteria, the kinetic impact resounding like a clap of thunder.
Seizing the opportunity to retreat, Bucky darted towards the stairs in an attempt to escape. However, his path was obstructed by Spider-Man, who awaited him with keen anticipation, ready to continue their intricate dance of combat.
(Spider-Man) "You know, it's pretty hard to hold back when you are trying not to kill a friend accidentally."
(Winter Soldier) "Tch." Chargers his fist with dark energy
In a ballet of combat finesse, the soldier initiated the offensive, seeking to gain the upper hand. Yet, the agile Spider-Man deftly evaded the incoming strike with a graceful lean, reminiscent of a dancer evading a partner's advance. Seizing the opportune moment, Spider-Man launched a swift jab, connecting with Bucky's face, causing a momentary daze to cloud the soldier's senses.
With an astounding display of speed and precision, the Spider followed up with a devastating uppercut, expertly aimed below Bucky's jaw. The impact resonated with such force that the soldier was lifted momentarily into the air, as if gravity momentarily lost its hold on him.
However, the acrobatic spectacle didn't end there. Like a maestro composing his magnum opus, Spider-Man delivered the pièce de résistance with a high kick that arced gracefully across the soldier's face. The concussive impact propelled Bucky backward, his trajectory ending with a resounding crash into an unyielding cement wall.
(Spider-Man) "I need to control myself a bit. Good thing that you're buffed right now, if not you would have been down by now."
Midway through executing the coup de grâce, Spider-Man's heightened senses detected a faint sound emanating from beneath him—a small toy, perhaps, or some inconspicuous object that had gone unnoticed amidst the relentless commotion of the battle. Despite the urgency of the situation, his awareness was acute, attuned to every subtlety in the midst of the tumultuous encounter.
(Spider-Man) "Ah, fu-"
In a riveting tableau of conflict, the Winter Soldier found himself ensnared within a formidable force field, encircled by an aura of enigmatic power. As if the very fabric of reality conspired against him, a seemingly innocuous toy that had gone unnoticed amidst the chaos suddenly detonated with explosive force. The calculated blast caught Spider-Man unawares, sending the web-slinger careening through the air, his body colliding with a cafeteria wall with resounding impact.
(Spider-Man) "Ngh! Son of a bitch." Holds his body in pain
(???) "Allow us to present ourselves. His name is Jack O'Lantern and mine's Jester. It's a pleasure to meet you, Spider Guardian, Hehehe.
(Spider-Man) "Oh, it's you guys. Fuck you're annoying."
(Jack O'Lantern) "So we heard. You know, you are pretty famous in the Dark Multiverses."
(Spider-Man) "I'm flattered."
(Jester) "Your bounty there keeps increasing by the thousands."
(Spider-Man) "Okay, One Piece."
(Jack O'Lantern) "Tch, he's just as annoying as the rest of the Spider-Men!"
(Jester) "Enough chit-chat, it's time to collect the bounty."
(Spider-Man) "DON'T WORRY ABOUT THESE GUYS, I'LL TAKE CARE OF THEM!"
(Jack O'Lantern) "Sure you will."
In this mesmerizing dance of adversaries, the combatants deftly navigated the battlefield with calculated grace. Jack, with uncanny precision, launched a trio of flaming pumpkin bombs toward Spider-Man, prompting the web-slinger to elegantly evade the fiery projectiles. Employing his lateral repulsion, Spider-Man surged forward, his trajectory colliding with the flaming Pumpkin Man, pinning him to the wall in a stunning display of agility and force.
However, the confrontation intensified when Jester, ever the vigilant tactician, seized an opportune moment to ensnare Spider-Man with a cleverly thrown rope. In an unexpected twist, the rope bore an insidious secret, its piercing contact with the web-slinger's skin eliciting a visceral cry of pain.
Unyielding in the face of adversity, Spider-Man's quick-thinking proved to be his salvation, as he retaliated with a well-aimed web, administering a jolt of electricity that momentarily incapacitated Jester. The dynamic ebb and flow of the battle continued as Jack activated his flaming glider, delivering a resolute tackle that sent Spider-Man hurtling through an unforgiving wall, their impact resonating like thunder.
In a breathtaking flurry of action, the adversaries rolled upon the ground, each vying for a strategic advantage amidst the chaotic upheaval. With an indomitable spirit, Jack regained his footing, exhibiting an astonishing resilience as he hurled another flaming pumpkin bomb toward the web-slinger. Spider-Man, with uncanny reflexes, sought cover, narrowly evading the explosive eruption.
Yet, amidst the relentless clash, a chilling revelation unfolded—the tragic fate of the ill-fated guards who valiantly attempted to assist Spider-Man, unaware of the grim reality that dark entities could not be harmed. Their brave yet futile attempts bore witness to the enigma that lurked within this spectral confrontation, where ordinary forces found themselves powerless against the malevolent machinations at play. The stage was set for a climactic resolution, as the chessboard of this intricate battle stood poised for a game-changing move.
(Spider-Man) "Everyone just run away! Don't fight him!"
Amidst the escalating clash, a disquieting metamorphosis enveloped Jack, as if a macabre symphony of malevolence surged within him. His sinister laughter reverberated through the air, akin to an eerie crescendo of madness that echoed with the intensity of a demented psychopath. The flames engulfing his pumpkin helmet flickered with newfound brilliance, an unsettling manifestation of the dark power that coursed through him.
(Spider-Man) Spider sense "OH FUCK!" makes a web shield and prepares for an explosion
In an eruption of cataclysmic force, the detonation reverberated throughout the building, rending it asunder with an unparalleled magnitude. The aftermath revealed a colossal gaping hole that seemed to devour more than half of the once-imposing facility, leaving behind a scene of devastation and chaos in its wake.
Amidst this devastating spectacle, Spider-Man found himself caught within the tempestuous maelstrom of the explosion's shockwave. With resounding force, the web-slinger was propelled violently outward, his form soaring through the air in a ballet of uncontrolled motion. The impact upon the ground was profound, as his body collided with the earth, leaving an indelible imprint of the fierce encounter that had just unfolded.
(Spider-Man) "Ngh! Fuck. I didn't know that was the demon version of Jack O'Lantern."
With practiced efficiency, Spider-Man's attention momentarily veers inward, assessing the state of his suit with keen discernment. His discerning eyes note a few minor cuts marring the fabric, and a revelation unfolds as he realizes his once-concealed mouth now stands exposed, a chink in the armor of his vigilance.
(Jester) Screams "We're going to get you, SPIDER-MAN!"
(Spider-Man) "Tch, I really wished I was fighting the normal ones for once."
In a strategic maneuver borne of resourcefulness, the web-slinger swiftly disengages from the confrontation, his discerning eyes catching sight of a nearby manhole, an inconspicuous gateway to the labyrinthine depths below. With practiced ease, he removes the manhole's cover, venturing into the concealed world of the sewers, a sanctuary of shadows and secrets.
However, unbeknownst to the intrepid hero, the very refuge he sought harbored a clandestine web of dangers. The sewers, shrouded in darkness, concealed an intricate array of traps, each one an enigmatic test of cunning and survival.
(Jack O'Lantern) "Hehe, let's follow."
(Jester) "Right."
Spider-Man, navigating the repugnant waters with uncanny agility, utilized his webs to propel himself gracefully through the labyrinthine sewers. As he reached a crossroad, his keen senses detected a faint yet intriguing sound, hinting at an unseen presence amidst the murky waters.
(Spider-Man) "What the-"
In an abrupt and explosive onslaught, Spider-Man found himself at the epicenter of a devastating blast, hurling him with unforgiving force into a nearby wall. The collision proved punishing, the impact leaving him reeling, blood intermingling with his labored breaths as more grievous wounds took their toll. The once-graceful web-slinger now bore the burden of the relentless confrontation.
(Jester) "Well, well, well. If it isn't the little Guardian Spider. It must definitely suck being you right now."
(Jack O'Lantern) "Oh, Spidey. You have no idea how strong we really were with the Dark influences didn't ya?"
In a swift and calculated maneuver, Jack deftly skirted past Spider-Man, casting a toxic gas with sinister intent. However, to the bewilderment of both combatants, an inexplicable turn of events unfolded as the noxious cloud appeared to disperse without making any effect.
"A poisonous substance has been detected, getting rid of the poison."
...3
...2
...1
"Healed."
(Spider-Man) Inhales the poison gas "Thanks for the smoke."
(Jester) "Ah fuck, he has that ski-"
In a masterful display of agility and combat prowess, Spider-Man seized a momentary advantage, swiftly kneeing Jester in the face with the aid of his lateral repulsion. A symphony of violence ensued as the web-slinger unleashed a relentless barrage of strikes upon his adversary, an embodiment of unyielding determination.
Yet, the relentless tide of battle shifted, as Jack interceded with sinister intent, brandishing his deadly shoulder blades in a lethal slash aimed at Spider-Man. The web-slinger's senses remained keenly attuned to the unfolding danger, allowing him to react with lightning speed. With a deft kick, he propelled Jester away, deftly blocking Jack's attack with his stingers, the resounding clang reverberating through the dim expanse of the sewers.
In a captivating duel of swords and wits, Jack and Spider-Man clashed with unyielding fervor, each maneuver an intricate symphony of clashing steel and countermeasures. Yet, despite their mastery, neither combatant was able to gain the upper hand, their swords weaving an enigmatic tapestry of prowess and prowess, each stroke met with an opposing force that thwarted a definitive strike.
In a strategic maneuver, the web-slinger employed his powers of invisibility, an ethereal presence amidst the darkness, granting him the advantage of surprise. He deftly exploited this concealed advantage, plunging his blade into Jack's thighs, prompting a guttural cry of pain from the villain.
However, their heated duel would meet an abrupt interruption, as a surprise assailant launched an explosive Yo-Yo at Spider-Man's back, sending him rolling across the tainted waters. Jester capitalized on this diversion, rapidly deploying a relentless barrage of explosive Yo-Yo projectiles, each finding their mark upon the hero's vulnerable form, leaving him grappling with the explosive turmoil of the sewers' dark underbelly.
(Jester) Pissed off "FUCKING BASTARD! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!"
In a display of unmatched finesse, Spider-Man deftly employed an accelerated decoy maneuver, evading Jester's advances with the artistry of a seasoned performer. Seizing the opportune moment, the web-slinger executed a powerful venom-infused punch that found its mark with unerring precision, connecting with Jester's jaw, sending him skipping upon the water's surface like a skimming stone. The choreography of combat unfolded with astonishing grace, each move a calculated step in an intricate dance of confrontation.
Not one to relent, Spider-Man closed the distance between them, seizing Jester by the waist with tenacity. With commanding force, he executed a suplex maneuver, brutally slamming the villain upon the unyielding cement sides of the sewers. In this moment of brutal impact, the very foundations of the sewers seemed to shudder with the intensity of their ferocious clash.
The fight reached a crescendo of violence as the adversaries engaged in a relentless exchange of blows, the echoes of their strikes resounding through the confined space. The web-slinger's jabs and hammering fists found their target upon Jester's face.
Yet, in a desperate gambit, Jester revealed a concealed Yo-Yo, which he unleashed with malicious intent. The explosive Yo-Yo detonated at point-blank range, sending Spider-Man hurtling through the air, clutching his face in pain, the echoes of the blast reverberating through the murky confines of the sewers.
(Spider-Man) "HAAAAA! FUCK! NGHHH!!"
In the aftermath of the devastating encounter, Spider-Man slowly regained his vision, only to confront a grisly tableau before him. The grotesque remnants of Jester's face lay scattered upon the floor, a morbid tapestry of brain fragments, teeth, eyes, and flesh that bore testament to the violence that had unfolded.
Even in the face of such macabre scenes, the web-slinger's senses remained vigilant, as a barrage of seemingly harmless candies rained upon him. However, the devious trickery was soon revealed, as the innocent guise of the candies concealed a deadly secret—lethal acid that began to sear into his skin upon contact.
In a harrowing battle against the relentless pain, Spider-Man fought to remove the acid-filled candies, grappling with the agony they inflicted. His desperation escalated, his feral instincts emerging as he resorted to tearing the acid-laden projectiles from his own body.
Yet, the torment was far from over, as a flaming chain wrapped itself around his neck, igniting yet another source of searing pain. In a blur of instinctive response, he launched himself at his assailant, grappling with Jack in a furious frenzy that culminated in a cataclysmic impact upon the sewers' wall.
In this electrifying climax, Spider-Man's eyes crackled with otherworldly electricity, his form embodying a conduit of power. His devastating punch pierced through Jack's defenses, unleashing a torrential surge of electric energy that rent the very fabric of the sewers.
Having vanquished his foe and shattered the sewers' surroundings, the web-slinger fought to exit the catacombs, battered and bloodied, yet filled with a newfound sense of tranquility as the adrenaline subsided. As he emerged into the open, he succumbed to his wounds, passing out upon the streets, his heroic spirit enduring even in the face of devastation.
Witnessing the gravity of the situation, Tony Stark arrived, a harbinger of hope and rescue in the form of his vehicle, prepared to tend to the fallen hero's needs.
(Tony) "Oh my god, Karito!"
In a tumultuous whirlwind of concern and urgency, Tony Stark, bearing Spider-Man's wounded form, embarked on a swift journey to secure immediate medical aid. The cityscape blurred around them as they sped toward the hospital, each passing second seeming to hang heavy with the weight of the web-slinger's plight.
Arriving at the medical facility, Tony's voice rang with a compelling sense of urgency, commanding attention as he urgently implored the doctors to extend their expertise to his dear friend. With a visceral intensity, he sought to pierce through the chaotic atmosphere, a beacon of determination amidst the whirlwind of bustling activity.
(Tony) "I need a medic! NOW!"
To Be Continued...