"Holy crap!" Peter Parker cursed instinctively, almost reflexively firing a strand of webbing at Bucky.
Bucky sharply sensed the whistle of air behind him. Frowning, he brought down his second punch even faster.
Another black hole appeared in the control panel, while he himself was stuck to a nearby seat by a mass of webbing.
But the control panel, which kept spitting sparks, and the swaying, tottering plane proved that his efforts had not been in vain.
T'Challa immediately ran to the cockpit. Looking at the instruments that could be declared beyond repair, his face darkened. "It can't be fixed. Everyone fasten your seat belts and prepare for an emergency landing."
"Damn it!" Scott slapped his forehead speechlessly. "What the hell are you doing? Are you insane?"
"Stopping you from taking him to the Avengers Alliance." A faint smile curled Bucky's lips as he explained with perfect composure.
"But there was no need to do this!
We're thousands of meters in the air. If something happens to the plane, we—"
"You'll all be fine," Bucky said calmly. "You're all superhumans. This level of danger is practically child's play.
Besides, I only destroyed the control panel, not dismantled the plane. The parachutes are still piled over there. If anything really happens, you can always jump."
Scott choked on his words, feeling as though countless alpacas were stampeding through his heart.
"Even if you resent Zemo and want to kill him to silence him, you could at least wait until we got off the plane!
I'm just an ordinary person. If I get bruised or hurt, wouldn't that be ridiculously unfair?" Aaron held Abei tightly in his arms, finding a relatively reasonable explanation for Bucky's actions.
"What?" Peter Parker stared at Bucky in astonishment. "Really? You want to kill him to vent