Chapter 3 of my fanfiction

“Are you ready?” Wanda asked. Katelyn buckled her seat belt.

“Yep. Let ‘er down!” She yelled, causing Wanda to laugh lightly.

The Jet descended onto a farm. In the distance, a farmhouse stood. Two figures were outlined

in the dusk sun. As they got closer, Katelyn saw that it was Nate and his father, Clint Barton.

Katelyn ran over to them, hugging Nate tightly.

“Hi!” She said when she let go, “I’ve missed you! How’s life on the farm?”

“It’s fine.” Nate shrugged. He smiled and looked at her. “I’ve missed you too.”

“Alright, no more, Lovebirds!” Called Clint from inside the Jet. “We have stuff to do!” Both Nate

and Kate went a red color and climbed back into the jet.

“What are we doing now, Captain?” Nate asked, looking at Steve. The rest of the team look at

him, too.

“We have one more person to recruit.”

“Who?” Asked Clint, curiously.

“Ant-Man. Otherwise known as, Scott Lang.” At this, Sam groaned out loud. Everybody stared

at him.

“Sorry, it’s just that we don’t get along well.” He explained.

“Well, you’re gonna have to work on that, buddy.” Said Bucky.

“Shut it, Snowflake,” Sam said frowning. Katelyn burst out laughing.

“Says the guy in the bird outfit.” Retorted Bucky, scowling. At this Nate snorted.

“It isn’t a bird outfit! They’re wings!” Sam whined.

“They called it a bird costume on the government paper…Just saying.” Bucky said, smirking.

“I think Snowflake sounds a lot better than Winter Soldier. Don’t you think, Sam?” asked

Katelyn. “Winter Soldier sounds way too creepy.”

“Yeah, Katelyn. Snowflake DOES sound better than Winter Soldier. What do you think, Wanda?”

Sam said, turning to Wanda.

“I agree,” Wanda said, smirking at Bucky, who glared back. “What about you, Clint Barton?

Snowflake or Winter Soldier?” Wanda asked.

“Well…To be honest, I like the Winter Soldier one better.”

“Thank you, Barton.” Bucky said, still pouting over the fact that most people thought he should

be called “Snowflake”.

“Alright guys, calm it down. We are about to land.” Steve said quickly, breaking up the talk

before someone made another remark. The Quinjet landed little ways out of a city. “We have a

little bit of a walk ahead of us. Lang’s quarters are in the city, but I can’t land the Quinjet in the

city for obvious reasons.” Steve continued, glancing at everyone. “Who will go with me? I don’t

need everyone, just two others.”

Wanda and Clint both raised their hands.

“I can go.” They both said in unison. Steve nodded toward them.

“Thanks.” He said gratefully. “I’ll see the rest of you in about an hour, okay? Don’t get into any

trouble. Bucky,” Steve said, after a sudden idea, “Start planning our strategies. We are going to

need plans of attack and defense.”

Bucky nodded and said, “Yeah, sure, Captain. Will do.”

“Wait-dad- can I help Bucky?” Kate asked as Steve headed out the door, “It’ll help me with my

planning skills!” She added quickly. Steve looked at Bucky to see if he was okay with it. Bucky

shrugged as if to say that it was fine.

“Okay,” Steve said slowly. “I’ll see you later; we really should get going.” And with that, he left.

“So do you two know anything about Lang?” Steve asked as they trudged through fields of corn,

cabbage, and soybeans.

“Nah. Just that he’s gonna fanboy when he sees you and that he’s kinda annoying.” Hawkeye

said with a slight smile. Steve smiled back dryly.

“Thanks for that information.” He said.

“What is his power, Rogers?” asked Wanda curiously.

“He can manipulate his size and communicate with insects like ants,” Steve replied briskly. He

wasn’t totally sure what other powers Ant-Man had.

“Well, he sounds like he’ll be useful,” Wanda said, hopefully. They had reached the end of the

field and were finally on the outskirts of the city. This was obviously the downtown, dark, and

dark part of the city. The streets and alleyways were covered with dirt and garbage and the

apartments were grimy and run-down.

“Please tell me this is NOT where he lives,” Clint muttered under his breath.

“I don’t think he lives here, but this is where he does most of his work.” Replied Steve, stepping

over a large pile of rotting garbage.

“Captain America? Is that really you? Oh my gosh, it’s really him.” The last part was muttered

with ecstatic joy.

“And that would be him.” Said Clint, glancing at Steve, who was grinning at Scott Lang.

Scott had brown hair and eyes. He wasn’t tall, but he wasn’t short, either. He was about five

foot eleven. Ant-Man had on a T-shirt and jeans and was carrying a sports bag that Steve could

only assume had his superhero suit in it. Scott stepped forward and began to shake the

Captain’s hand.

“Name’s Scott Lang, Captain. I’m can’t say how thrilled I am to meet you. It’s just so cool! I’m

probably shaking your hand way too much, aren’t I.” He added, looking down at his hand, which

was still shaking Steve’s.

“Anyone tell you what we’re up against?” Steve asked Scott.

“Uh, no. All anybody said was that you were going rebel. Which, may I say, is just freaking

amazing!”

Wanda burst into laughter, which she quickly turned into a hacking cough. Scott turned to her,

looking slightly hurt.

“I’m not entirely stupid, I’ll have you know.”

“Sorry, it’s just…It was funny.” Wanda finished lamely. To cover up the awkward moment, Steve

cleared his throat.

“We really should be going. And Ant-Man, we’d be pleased if you would join our team.” Steve

said, turning to Clint and Wanda.

“I’d be happy to, Captain,” Scott said excitedly.

Clint, Wanda, and Steve all grinned. “Great.”