Tony tried to keep the cries out as he pulled himself from the Hulkbuster. He could feel the blood seeping down his body, under the Ironman suit. It all hurt so bad, so.. so bad. He rolled onto his back with a wince, the Ironman outfit pulling itself off of him. Screams still filled the small city of Johannesburg, and each scream belonged to a person in distress, and here he was. Broken and bruised, dying, it felt like. The Maximoff twins had done damage to the Avengers. The girl had. She had ruined each one of them without even trying, just a hand gesture and her.. voodoo.
The slightest bit of her magic put the entire team down, save Tony and Clint, and drove Banner to do.. this. He was having difficulty breathing as he pulled himself onto his feet, leaving the Ironman suit in the middle of the street. Debris covered the entire area, after he brought the tower down on Banner. He limped past the broken cars, and dead officers. After he brought the building down on Banner, a firing squad infuriated the Hulk.. and it just.. went horrid from there. The Hulkbuster was used as a bowling bowl, the officers and vehicles were the bowling pins.
The bodies were broken, after Banner-.. Hulk had gotten to them. Their limbs and spines were just twisted the wrong way, some of them were even.. pulled in half. One had even been crushed, looking like a human pancake. He had seen some things, but this was.. bad. Tony continued limping down the street, his hand resting on his thigh, where shrapnel had cut through. The blood was sticky, covering his sweaty hand like a glove. But he didn't care, he just.. had to get to Banner. Maybe he could talk him into standing down.
His brown eyes moved up to a loud rumble, to see one of the larger skyscrapers on the other end of the city.. falling. It was crumbling internally, like the other one. The debris smashed into other buildings, and memories of 9/11 came to him when he saw some people jumping before it fully fell. Screams filled the air, despite not a soul being near him. He.. couldn't do this anymore. Tony just crumbled, helping himself onto the ground with an overturned car. He leaned on it, his face blank as he stared into the ground. Everything was just so broken, and wrong. Ultron was tearing them apart like a pitbull and a pack of rats. He held his head in his hands, letting his consciousness slip away as blood continued to drain from his torn thigh.
This was his fault. He created Ultron, and now Ultron was ripping them apart from the inside. They could beat him relentlessly, but he would haunt them forever. And it was too late to even stop that from happening, because it had already happened.
His eyes slipped closed as thunder cracked in the distance.