Eleanor began her sprint away from Natasha and towards Steve just as Rhodey was flying toward him. She was half expecting to see both of them flying through the air if Rhodey pelted into him, but instead, Steve performed a flip in which his foot came crashing down on Rhodey, sending him barrelling and skidding across the floor, one of his rear machine guns ripping clear off in the process.

The young woman winced at the sound of metal scraping across the concrete, the noise sending a shiver down her spine, much like when someone scratches a 3D image or scrapes chalk across a chalkboard. Though there wasn't much time to dwell on the now non-airborne War Machine, as T'Challa quickly pounced on top of Steve, though he quickly flung him out of the way too.

Eleanor gave him an impressed tilt of the head as she came up next to him, "You okay?", she checked in and gave him a quick pat on the arm, to which he smiled and nodded, panting slightly from the exertion. "Hey Cap! Heads up!", Scott came running towards the pair, Eleanor leaned her upper body to the side to see past Steve and saw that Scott had tossed something into Steve's hand. When the Captain opened his hand to look at what he had caught, both were very confused to see a miniaturised truck.

But there wasn't much time to query the Antman about what his plan was, as he quickly shouted it at them, "Throw it at this", he held up a small disc with a glowing blue centre in between his thumb and pointer finger, then yelled "NOW", as he tossed it away from the trio. Steve promptly threw the tiny truck at the flying disc, and as soon as it hit the truck was no longer tiny and was sent crashing towards Rhodey. Eleanor's eyes widened at seeing that Natasha was nearby too, though her heart palpitations stopped at seeing that she had managed to run to the side and out of the main blast zone of the exploding truck, but was still sent flying to the floor anyway.

The small group on Cap's side stared at the truck with a rather blank look, confused as to why it had burst into flames in an explosion like that one so easily, though their questions were answered when Scott started talking again, "Oh man, I thought it was a water truck". Okay, so he had picked up not just a truck, but one that housed explosives. Fantastic. "How on Earth do you mix up a water truck with one that has petrol?", Eleanor threw her arms up in the air and turned to face the man in question.

"I don't know!", he half-shouted back with just as much exasperation, "I didn't look at the symbols on the side! Sorry". Steve looked between the both of them and they shared a look that meant 'run', and pelted at full speed away from the now enraged Rhodey and T'Challa, and the rather annoyed Natasha.

The group ran towards the main airport building and around the side to try and get to the correct hangar that Sam had informed them of. Scott had branched off to take a different route, which Eleanor just shrugged off in order to keep the focus on following Steve who was running at full super soldier speed. She was just about able to keep up with him by sheer willpower as they sprinted past various vehicles and hangars, and as they popped back out into the open again they ended up running in front of Wanda, Clint and Scott. Almost the full team. "Come on!", Steve shouted to try and get them to move even faster. The quinjet was so close, they were almost a step closer to victory.

Sam and Bucky soon joined them on the side as they all continued the run forward. But of course, something would stand in their way, and that something was a red-coloured synthezoid. A yellow beam shot out of the mind stone in his head and shot at the floor in front of them, dragging along to create a line of broken concrete in front of them, smoke rising from it. The entire group immediately came to a halt, Eleanor stopped so fast in her tracks that she thought she was going to skid right into the death laser in front of her, but luckily her boots had enough traction.

When Vision was done with his piece of artwork on the floor and his laser stopped, the group looked at him hovering in the sky as he shouted down "Captain Rogers, I know you believe what you're doing is right...", he spoke whilst Tony flew down in front of them with Nat holding onto his hand, him setting her gently down in the process. "But for the collective good, you must surrender now".

Eleanor looked up at Steve to gauge his reaction and saw no falter in his determined face. The show would go on. At the sound of web-slinging, Eleanor's head snapped back over to look at the others in front of them, Spiderman, Rhodey and T'Challa were now in front of them too, looking like they were ready to take them all down. The next place her eyes settled was on Natasha, who was already looking at her. When their eyes locked there was a mutual understanding, they would prevent the other from getting hurt whenever they could.

"What do we do, Cap?", Sam questioned whilst Vision gently floated back to the floor to join the ranks of his teammates.

"We fight".

He started marching forward, prompting those behind him to follow suit. Eleanor made sure to shoot a quick glance at Wanda beside her to make sure that she was okay, and found that she actually looked quite powerful at this moment, so turned her attention back to the front. The march soon turned into a jog, and Eleanor did not like how this was starting to look like a warzone with the two teams coming at each other. Her friends and family were on the other side, she didn't want to hurt them.

The jog then turned into an all-out sprint on both teams, Wanda and Sam flew up into the air and ahead of the team. Then chaos broke out. Eleanor couldn't keep track of who was fighting who as she manoeuvred her way through blasts being fired at her by Rhodey. "Not cool man!", she shouted as she had to throw herself to the floor to avoid a particularly large blast, but thankfully someone else had caught his attention.

Though this meant that she was open for someone to attack her as she stood to check on Nat, and ended up being hit in the back by a falling Spiderman who had been dodging various objects being thrown at him by Wanda. Both went flying to the floor, rolling a few times from the momentum, and she jumped up into a fighting stance when she regained control of her flailing limbs. "I'm not gonna fight you kid", she tried to back away from him and rejoin the fight with someone else so that they could get to the jet. But the young man just kept advancing on her, "I don't wanna fight you either, you seem cool but Mr Stark said I had to restrain anyone I could".

"Fantastic", she muttered as she started avoiding webs being shot at her, knowing that she could easily take him down but not wanting to. In the distance she saw Natasha getting thrown into a truck by Wanda, painfully landing on the floor. "Okay kid this was fun but I gotta go check on my wife, you know how it is, in sickness and in health right?", she gave a dry chuckle and ran at him. She saw his stance falter, not expecting her to be barrelling toward him, causing a smirk to appear on her face. She threw her body at him as though she was trying to be caught in bridal style and wrapped her arms around his neck and threw her legs up into the air near his head, yanking him to the floor as she twisted in the air.

A move that wouldn't be fatal but would cause him to be dazed for a few seconds and a few seconds was all she needed. She sprinted forward, weaving in and out of various fights trying to reach Natasha who was getting to grips again and trying to stand, explosions sounding throughout the airport all the while. Though she was interrupted by seeing Bucky fly past her and hit some crates as he toppled to the floor, and T'Challa painfully grabbed her wrist, though thankfully not with his claws.

"Hey, I thought you were on our side?", he spoke, authority clear in his tone of voice. Eleanor winced slightly, T'Challa was a nice guy, and she did look like a double agent in this situation. "Times change Pink Panther", she smiled and tried to yank her arm out of his grip, but he responded by painfully punching her in the gut, sending her flying to the floor upper body first. He then went to grab her arm again but she twisted and wrapped her legs around one of his ankles and brought her legs into her chest, bringing him to the floor next to her, though he was quick in pouncing back up, leaving Eleanor to try and scramble up so that she wouldn't be turned into roadkill.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Natasha advancing on them, but she still had to be quick to act and sent her own punches towards him, all being skilfully avoided. She received a harsh blow to the cheek and groaned out in pain, so she lunged forward to grab his arm, and quickly twisted it behind him before booting his back, sending him flying forward into Bucky's metal fist. She hadn't expected the luck of him being there standing behind her, but this meant that when seeing that Nat was close she shook her head and gestured for her to go somewhere else, knowing that if T'Challa saw Nat trying to keep Eleanor safe it would raise all sorts of hell and likely cause her to breach the accords too. Even though she had technically already done that by letting Eleanor go the first time.

As T'Challa bounced back towards her, she jumped up onto him, wrapping her legs around his shoulders and threw herself to the floor, landing in a crouched position as he ended up sprawled in front of Bucky. She blew some baby hairs out of her face as she slowly stood, watching T'Challa get tossed like a ragdoll into a plane. That looked painful. Bucky looked at her and nodded, both grateful for each other having their asses saved, and Eleanor sent him a gentle smile, "Let's regroup". Again, Bucky nodded and followed her as they took off at a sprint, seeing Steve in the distance running in the same direction.

Eleanor and Bucky hid behind a unit underneath a small plane, and Steve hid behind a ramp a few feet away from them, all of them out of breath from the fight. "We gotta go, that guy's probably in Siberia by now", Bucky started, causing Steve to look around towards the sky. "We gotta draw out the flyers, I'll take Vision, you two get to the jet".

"No! You get to the jet All of you!", they heard Sam's voice come through their earpieces, "The rest of us aren't getting out of here".

"As much as I hate to admit it, if we're gonna win this one, some of us might have to lose it", Clint piled on, and the pit in Eleanor's stomach returned. Prison time was looking to be a reality for most of the team, and she couldn't help but feel guilty for being part of the group that dragged them into this mess. "This isn't the real fight, Steve", Sam continued.

Steve looked over to Eleanor and Bucky, all with disheartened faces. Not all of them could win. "All right Sam. What's the plan?".

"We need a diversion. Something big".

Eleanor frowned trying to think of what they could use to distract the other team, but before her train of thought could really get moving, Scott's voice sounded through. "I got something kinda big. But I can't hold it very long. On my signal, run like hell, and if I tear myself in half don't come back for me".

"I beg your pardon?", Eleanor started, her accent really coming out in full swing, "Tear yourself in half?". Though she didn't get a response on comms. "You sure about this Scott?", Steve asked.

"I do it all the time. I mean once. In a lab. Then I passed out", Scott didn't sound convincing and Eleanor felt her face scrunch up at the vision of him tearing himself in half somehow. It didn't sound like a nice thing to witness. After a few moments of radio silence, Steve, Eleanor, and Bucky slowly moved out of their hiding places and looked over to where Scott was now a giant, holding Rhodey in mid-air by the leg, and Eleanor's eyes comically widened. Well, that was new. "I guess that's the signal".

"Way to go tictac!", Sam shouted after Steve, and the trio took that as their cue to run. They sprinted across the airport trying their best to ignore the booms and crashes sounding from Scott launching vehicles at people. Though one sound that she couldn't ignore was the sound of quiet footsteps chasing after them. Eleanor turned around and saw that T'Challa was running full speed at them, and she sighed as she slowed down, not going unnoticed by the super soldiers in front of her. "El what are you-", Steve tried to start but was interrupted by the younger woman frantically shooing them away.

"Go!", she yelled and started running away from them towards the Black Panther. Steve and Bucky were hesitant but thought back to what Clint said. 'Some of us might have to lose it'. With a heavy heart, Steve turned his back on his friend now engaging in a fight and gestured for Bucky to follow.

She sent punch after punch and kick after kick whilst being cautious of not getting trodden on by Scott, but nothing was going to stop T'Challa from reaching Bucky. In the distance, Eleanor saw Clint running to her aid but it was a short-lived sight as T'Chall performed a complex manoeuvre, ending up with his hands on the floor and kicking Eleanor harshly in the ribs upwards.

Pain seared through the left side of her body as she was thrown through the air, her back harshly smacking against a metal plane ramp railing, sending her legs flying upwards and through the canvassing of one of the trailers. When in the trailer, she landed with a thud against some crates, smacking her head on the corner of one, and then thumped to the floor, finding herself unable to move.

Black spots clouded her vision as her head pounded, agonising pain coursing through her spine and liquid seeping from her head. She heard the echoes of Clint yelling her name before he most likely started engaging in his own fight with T'Challa, but all that Eleanor could fight now was the urge to slip away into unconsciousness, knowing that with a head injury like that she should not be closing her eyes. She just wanted to scream for Natasha to come and help her, plead for her to stop the pain.

The scariest part was that she felt like she couldn't move at all. She successfully wiggled her fingertips, though it took a lot of effort, but she couldn't move her torso or feet no matter how hard she tried. She was terrified, and all she could do was lie there and hope that someone would find her, her weak cries of pain echoing through the trailer as the fight outside drew to a close.