The Sokovia Accords had split the Avengers down the middle. What was once a team now stood divided, the weight of a hundred and seventeen countries pressing down on their shoulders. The Vienna bombing had only made things worse, and now, in a grey, rain-slicked German airport, the two sides were about to collide.

On one side of the tarmac, Team Stark stood ready. Iron Man, War Machine, Black Widow, Vision, Black Panther, and a nervous-looking kid in a red and blue suit who wouldn't stop fidgeting.

And there was Y/n. The newest, most unpredictable piece on the board. Tony had called her in as a wildcard, much to the chagrin of just about everyone else. She stood apart from the group, the faint shimmer of purple just visible in her veins as the rain began to fall.