Hello all! This is my first Avengers fanfic and I'm really excited about it. I tried to stick as close to the movie as I could, of course not owning the movie made that difficult but such is life! Later on in this story I will continue on passed what the movie shows. So I hope you enjoy the story feel free to leave comments! Talk to you soon!
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or anything in association; I do own my own character however.
"Nat you're driving is a little erratic!" I shouted holding onto the metal railings of the jeep for dear life as we lurched to the side, dangerously close to flipping over.
"Hey, no back seat drivers." Was the red head's snarky response. I grinned and hurtled a wave of translucent blue energy at a Hydra agent that was shooting at our vehicle. We were in Sokovia trying to steal back Loki's scepter that was inconveniently 'misplaced' after the battle in New York. And let me tell you, this cold was getting to me, sure my grey uniform was a great insulator but nothing beat East European winter.
Up ahead of us, Thor was dramatically disabling the agents with his hammer alongside Steve on his motorcycle. A tank exploded down the path so I wrapped our jeep in a shield of protective energy as we drove through the debris. There was a barricade that had been placed in front of us and Natasha swung the car to the side effectively forcing her, Clint and me to jump. This time she did cause the car to flip. I tucked into a neat roll and sprung back up onto my feet immediately jumping back into action. I hated when she pulled stunts like that, not all of us were highly trained assassins ready for everything!
While Thor was busy smashing a Hydra agent with his hammer, two more snuck behind him. But I blasted them away before they got the chance to do anything, not that they were likely to harm him anyway. Stark zoomed on ahead in his Iron Man suit towards the compound where I eventually lost sight of him in the trees.
"Shit!" He yelled over the coms.
"Language." Cap scolded automatically. I smirked, he was such an old fuddy-duddy sometimes. Not that I faulted him for it, Tony did have a sailor's mouth on him at times...all the time really.
"Jarvis what's the view from upstairs?"
"The central building is protected by some kind of energy shield," My ears perked up at this. Energy shields were kind of my specialty. "Strucker's technology is well beyond that of any other Hydra base we've taken." Jarvis dutifully informed us.
I threw myself sideways behind a fallen log, dodging the incoming canon fire. Landing next to Clint in a heap I said in exasperation,
"Tanks? Really? A little much don't you think?" Although my tone was light, the war machines still made me nervous. Anything that shot at me had that kind of effect. My powers were unreliable, seeing as that I got them from an unreliable source. Even though they've yet to give me a reason to doubt them, every time I use my abilities there's a nagging in the back of my head that this'll be the day something goes wrong.
Clint glanced over at me briefly and shook his head with a shrug.
"This I can handle; people and weapons, no problem." He stood up quickly and fired an explosive arrow into the canon's opening, "at least it's not space aliens" he muttered under his breath, ducking back down as bits of metal flew in our direction. Flashes of our New York battle filtered through my mind and I grimaced. Hopefully retrieving the scepter would be the end of our extraterrestrial problems for a while.
"Loki's scepter must be here." Thor exclaimed in a sure voice, "Strucker couldn't mount his defense without it. At long last." The Asgardian spoke that last part to himself. I knew the Asgardian was itching to get all this behind him, he still felt partly responsible for Loki's action back in America. The only person I blamed for New York was the Frost Giant himself, no one else.
The Hydra agents spilled out of the tanks in a rush, smoke pouring out of the openings from the bomb Tasha tossed in. Thor, noticing them, rushed forward to take them out. I watched for a moment, still impressed with the Asgardian's strength after all this time.
"At long last, is lasting a little long don't you think guys?" Natasha joked as she skillfully took out two agents with some graceful spin moves that I know idea how to perform. She made me look like a newborn giraffe with the way she moved. Honestly, how could a normal human be so coordinated?
"Yeah, I think we lost the element of surprise." Hawkeye conceded shooting down agents surrounding a nearby tank. Don't even get me started on his marksmanship, it was impeccable.
"Wait a second, no one else is going to deal with the fact that Cap just said 'Language'?" Tony questioned cutting back into the conversation. I laughed before slamming a barrier into the incoming Hydra agents that we trying to drive us back.
"I know," Steve sighed before flipping off his motorcycle and sending it sailing into a truck full of agents, "it just slipped out." I feel like I shouldn't be as impressed with my teammates after the past couple years of working with them, but when they pulled stunts like that I seriously doubted my competency to be on this team.
"Byrd, why don't you go see if Stark needs help? We've got this covered here." Clint told me, fixing a couple of his arrow heads. I nodded and tucked a blonde strand behind my ear preparing to take off towards the base. A tank fired at the both of us and we sidestepped behind a tree cautiously. Clint twisted around to fire an arrow only to have a grey blur snatch it midair.
Clint and I shared a similar confused looked. What the hell was that? The archer reloaded and proceed to turn to shoot once more but in a flash he was sprawled out on the ground groaning. What just happened? Barton quickly moved to his knees to stand.
"You did not see that coming?" I whipped around at the heavily accented voice, instinctively drawing on my abilities the air becoming thick with energy as I prepared a defense. It was a man, young, probably around my age. He was cute, I thought offhandedly, weird hair though.
He wore a smirk on his face as Clint glared at him. The stranger looked over at me and seeing my bewildered expression he winked and then sped off. Ok, so Hydra was recruiting local super powered people, is that what I'm gathering?
I didn't have the chance to contemplate on it more before I was sailing through the air and tumbling down a snow ridden hill. A shocked cry escaped my lips, followed quickly by a grunt as I impacted into a show drift. My head swam for a few seconds, trying to keep up with what happened, but I wasn't so sure myself. My lungs burned briefly as some of the air was knocked out of them, a feeling of panic waved over me as I pleaded with my body to stay calm. This was not the time for my asthma to flare up.
I blinked rapidly when a snowy strand of hair fell over my eyes and when I swiped it away, the man was standing directly in front of me with a curious expression. He seemed so much bigger up close, he's got to be at least a good eight inches taller than me. No matter, I've fought aliens, I'd be fine I told myself. Warily I pulled together a barrier between the two of us, making sure that he kept his distance.
"How did you do that?" He asked in an interested voice his eyes widening comically in surprise. I raised an eyebrow at him and sucked in a good breath before answering, feeling relieved when there no was resistance.
"How did you do… whatever it was that you just did?" I countered standing back up, careful to keep my distance. The silver haired man smirked, and crossed his arms over his chest.
"It is not fair if you ask the same question without giving an answer." His English was pretty clear despite the fact that Sokovian was such a guttural language, normally the accent was harder to understand. I was a linguist for SHIELD or used to be anyway before the agency fell, so languages were kind of my thing. I wonder where he learned to speak English so fluently.
"Yes, it's a long story so I'm sure you don't have time for it, what with Hydra trying to take over the world and what not." I replied snarkily, the guy was throwing me off with his talk of fairness, it was odd hearing that from a Hydra agent. The man's face contorted in befuddlement.
"I do not work for Hydra." He corrected. I raised an eyebrow and grinned.
"Your jacket says Hydra on it." I pointed out gesturing towards the creepy octopus insignia. The man glanced down at his clothing with a look of surprise. He laughed and ran a hand through his silver hair.
"Yes, well my English reading is not very good." The man said abashedly.
"It's probably better than my Sokovian." I replied with a shrug. This was a safe topic, I could talk language…wow that statement's ironic.
"You speak Sokovian?" He asked with an impressed expression.
"Not very well, but enough to be able to ask 'where's the food?'" I joked, the silver haired man nodded along with a smile. Hopefully I could keep him talking long enough to avoid any actual fighting. I wouldn't say I was a coward but I have never been one to enjoy violence. Typically I try to avoid using my powers unless necessary.
"A very important question. So what are you doing here?" The silver haired man asked abruptly changing the conversation. Oh smooth transition dude.
"Working." I answered simply, surely he knew why they were there. "What are you doing here?"
"Working." He repeated. My eyebrows furrowed and I restrained myself from rolling my green eyes at his response,
"For Hydra you mean. Kind of a seedy bunch if you ask me."
"Good thing I did not ask you then." I scowled at his bluntness. I wondered where this conversation was going, he hadn't attacked me yet aside from the whole initial shoving me down a hill thing.
"Do you know where the scepter is?" I queried watching him as he took his time circling around me. He looked like a lion preparing to eat the lamb. I would be lying if I said I wasn't intimidated. As I've said before I am not a good offensive player, I have my shields and that's all. And I was slightly worried that he'd be fast enough to work around them.
"I might, and I might not. Why do you want to know?" He retorted crossing his arms over his chest.
"You know why." The man stared hard at me, not replying immediately. It looked like he was having an internal debate with himself. I couldn't imagine over what though. Maybe he was contemplating betraying Hydra and helping us out.
"You are very beautiful." Was what eventually came out of the Sokovians mouth. My jaw dropped dumbly as I gawked at him. That was what he was going with? I was expecting something more…more. "But you are an Avenger." He conceded, nodding to himself as if he made a decision.
"Ok?" I said dragging out the word because I didn't understand where he was going with this. The man blurred out of sight momentarily before appearing on the other side of my barrier. Alright my plan was flawed, I should have just made a complete dome around myself and not half assed it. I thought belatedly.
The speedster grabbed hold of both my arms firmly which prevented me from being able to run away. Not that I would make it far if I had the chance.
"Hey!" I sputtered taking a nervous step back.
"I have been told about you Ladybird," He said using my codename. I hated that name, Maria had an affinity for Mrs. Ladybird Johnson and since my last name was Byrd she thought was being clever when she assigned it to me after I entered SHIELD.
"You protect those monsters, those murderers." He sneered with disgust evident on his face. This little talk of ours was gunna take a turn for the worst, I could feel it. My heart rate picked up at the intense look he was giving me. He sure flipped a switch quickly.
"And for what? They do not deserve protection." The Sokovian added cruelly.
"They're my family, are you saying you wouldn't protect your own?" I defended angrily, who was he to tell me who deserved what. His face softened slightly then as if what I said made sense to him, but it wasn't enough to break his resolve.
"Where is Stark?" He demanded. I glared as his grip tightened on my wrists.
"Where's the scepter?" I threw back at him just as fiercely. I gasped as the world shifted out of focus for a hot second and then I was being slammed up against a tree.
"Where is Stark?" He asked again more aggressively. I glared into the man's striking blue eyes, he was not one for patience apparently.
"Probably wherever the scepter is, have you not been paying attention?" I hissed through my teeth, the bark was digging my back uncomfortably. "The team isn't leaving here without it you know." He pressed me harder into the tree for a moment before letting me drop onto the snowy ground. I raised my hand to shove him away with a pulse of energy, but the asshole flitted to the other side of the clearing before I had the chance.
"I like you better when you were calling me beautiful." I told him rubbing my shoulder. He smirked and again I was annoyed at how handsome he was. Stupid cocky asshole. And then he was gone. "Good riddance." I muttered agitatedly before jogging back up the snow bank towards the team.
I stared in rapt attention as Helen's machine basically misted new cells on to Clint's side. It was like a spray tan, but one that provided health benefits instead of just adding fake color to your skin. This was probably one the coolest things I've seen by far. Which is saying a lot since I've seen aliens reign down from the sky.
Luckily Clint was the only one to get hurt, and even then it wasn't life threatening. I feel like the archer gets hurt more so than the rest of us, poor guy.
We had gotten the scepter back, freaking finally. This thing was turning out the be the ring from Lord of the Rings. Everyone wanted it and it was constantly being stolen then stolen back. And apparently the fast dude had an enhanced partner, some chicky with creepy mind powers, she sounded like a witch of some sort. But the thing with Loki was finally over, so I wasn't worrying much about the superpowered Hydra agents yet.
"You sure he's gunna be ok? Pretending to need this guy really brings the team together." Natasha joked satirically. I giggled at Clint's expense and patted Barton's arm.
"Don't worry, I still appreciate you." I patronized, he just gave a halfhearted glare and slapped at my hand. In all honesty, I don't know what we would do without Clint. He's always had my back and always saw what I didn't. Seriously, the guy gets down played a lot but he keeps up with the big bosses on nothing but pure skill.
"There's no possibility of interior degeneration. The nano-molecular functionality is instantaneous, the cells don't know they're molding with microns." Dr. Cho explained, most of the time I didn't understand all her scientific nonsense, but it works and that's good enough for me.
"She's creating tissue!" Bruce marveled coming up from behind me. He was like a kid in a candy store, he looked so excited at the prospect of creating new cells I could basically see the stars in his brown eyes.
"If you brought him to my lab, the regeneration cradle could do this in twenty minutes." Dr. Cho beamed chatting it up with our resident doctor. She had unofficially become our on hand medic, and it was depressing that we needed one. But she was a lifesaver, literally.
"Oh, he's flat lining. Call it. Time?" Stark proclaimed bringing in a tray of nasty vegetable and vitamin juices. He was in this new phase where he was trying to get us to down these disgusting rejuvenating drinks after missions. Bruce and I had taken to sipping on it for a minute, then tossing in a plant pot when Stark turned his back.
"Oh, no, no, no. I'm gunna live forever." Clint chuckled sarcastically.
"An immortal Barton? I don't think I want to live a world like that." I jested, avoiding Clint's hand as he tried to smack me playfully.
"It'd be a damn shame if the old man here out lived us all." Tony commented passing me the horrible green smoothie. My nose scrunched in disgust but I choked down a drink just to appease the billionaire. I wasn't in the mood for another lecture on health.
"Whatever man, you're older than I am." Barton rebutted. He was lucky because he was laying down and couldn't accept the poison. Maybe I should have gotten shot too. I thought glaring at the offending liquid.
"Yes, but I'm younger in here," Stark poked at the spot above his heart dramatically, "and that's what really counts." Tony patted Clint's shoulder and handed the rest of the group their beverages.
"Hey Banner there's something I wanted to go over with you in the lab." Tony said nodding his head toward the door.
"Oh yeah sure, see you guys later." The two nerds headed out of the med bay going off to do Lord knows what. Those two were adorable when they got together to talk science, Natasha and I secretly called them the science bros.
The second Tony was out of sight I pushed his disastrous concoction away from me; Nat on the other hand downed hers almost immediately. Clint and I gave her a grossed out look to which she just shrugged.
"I've had worse."
"Uhuh." I responded disbelievingly, I didn't want to imagine that anything could be worse than that nasty substance. Seriously it was like he put the most disgusting ingredients together and hoped for the best.
"He's throwing a party tonight you know." Tasha informed us. "Show of hands, who's excited?" No one raised their hands, Clint and I weren't one for big crowds, especially not Tony's crowd. Did that make me lame? Yeah probably, oh well.
"Aw come on guys, it's free alcohol." Nat reminded us. Clint snorted at her comment.
"That's true, how could we ever say no to a night with drunk Stark?" Barton replied sarcastically.
"What about you Dr. Cho are you going?" The young doctor looked away from her screens and glanced nervously at us.
"Will Thor be going?" Helen blushed and I tried not to smile. Well, well, well looks like someone's got a crush on our Norse god. Who could blame her though, actually all of my team members were exceptionally gorgeous. Were all heroes predetermined to be attractive or did our group just get extremely lucky?
"Yes, so I expect everyone to be there." Natasha said pointedly giving her partner and me a look.
"Yeah, yeah I'm sure it'll be a blast. Y'all can leave now, I'm gunna take a nap while this thing puts me back together." Clint dismissed as he threw an arm over his eyes to block out the fluorescent lights.
"Sarah?" The red headed spy prompted.
"Yeah I be there." I grumbled despite the fact that I didn't want to spend night surrounded by drunk strangers.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror on my way downstairs, I was all dolled up and ready to go. But I wasn't really up for this party, but I figured since I'm twenty-three I should live a little. A frown worked its way on my face, I've never been a party person. I think I have the soul of a crotchety old man lurking in me somewhere.
Nat made me wear the long sleeve navy dress that Pepper sent me for my birthday last year. It fell just above my knees and I paired it with simple black pointed-toe flats. My hair I just blow dried straight instead of just going with my natural waves so my blonde hair went a few inches past my shoulder now. I was no Natasha Romanoff but I looked pretty good, nice enough to attend Stark's party at least.
There were tons of people downstairs, most of whom I had never seen before and probably wouldn't again. I wondered how Tony knew so many strangers; when he had these get-togethers I almost never saw the same faces twice. I spotted Steve hanging out around the couches but there were a couple men smoking outside on the balcony next to the seating area so I changed my direction and headed for Maria. She was talking with Rhodey, Stark, and Thor. I didn't see Dr. Cho standing with them so I guess she hadn't work up enough courage to talk to the Asgardian yet.
"No Pepper, she's not coming?" I heard Rhodey ask as I approached the group.
"Hey." I greeted Maria quietly, the older agent smiled and passed me a glass of red wine, ah she knew me so well. Taking a sip, I angled towards the guys and leaned against the table.
"No." Stark replied shaking his head.
"Well, What about Jane? Where are the ladies? Gentlemen." Maria questioned, slightly slurring. Apparently she had pre-gamed without me.
"Well Ms. Potts has a... company to run." Tony explained sipping at his bourbon.
"I'm not even sure what country Jane's in. Her work in the convergence has made her the world's most foremost astronomer." Thor one-upped. The Asgardian was wearing Earth clothes, or whatever you would call them. Personally, I liked his warrior get up more but that was only because he was all muscly and what not. His jacket now was hiding all his godlike physique I noticed disappointedly.
"And the company that Pepper runs is the largest tech conglomerate on earth. It's pretty exciting." Tony bragged none too subtly. A smile worked its way onto my features, look at the boys defending their women! They're adorable, I thought in passing.
"There's even talk of Jane getting a," The Asgardian prince paused as he tried to come up with the right word, "a Nobel Prize." That I didn't know, I'm impressed. Of course I knew Jane was completely brilliant, but I never recognized the level that she was playing at.
"Yeah they must be pretty busy because they'd hate missing you guys get together...Testosterone!" Maria coughed covering her mouth. I grinned and patted her back in a mock sympathetic gesture.
"Oh my goodness!" Rhodey exclaimed placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Excuse me." She apologized clearing her throat.
"Want a lozenge?" I offered.
"Mm-hmm." She pretending to still be recovering from her cough as we left Thor and Tony behind to argue over whose horse was bigger.
"Jane's better." Thor refuted finally to Tony as we walked away.
Later that night once the party goers had left, we all sat around the coffee table listening to each other's war stories. Most of the evening I stuck by Maria, she was much better at delegating when it was appropriate to exit a group and move on to other guests when the conversation got too dull. Helen had chosen to hang out with us a little longer, most nights she would just head back to her lab. It was nice when we were all able to be with one another without the usual eminent death hovering above us. It made our little band of friends feel a little more normal or as normal as we could be seeing as that the group consisted of a spy, an assassin, a god, a green giant, a super soldier, a billionaire in a metal suit and a super powered college student.
""Whosoever, be he worthy, shall have the power", whatever man, it's a trick!" Clint claimed slightly drunk from a night of drinking. Thor chuckled and set his hammer down on the coffee table.
"It is more than that, my friend. Please, be my guest." He challenged grinning at the prospect. I watched Clint in amusement, sincerely hoping that he would take the bait.
"Come on." Tony prodded childishly. Barton huffed and tapped his drumsticks together.
"Really?" He sighed and tossed down the wooden sticks before standing up, "Alright." Clint grinned and strode over to where Thor's hammer was laying.
"Now, Clint you've had a tough week. We won't hold it against you if you can't get it up." Tony teased. Always the asshole Stark. Barton ignored him and said to Thor,
"You know I've seen this before right?" Thor just smiled and patiently wait for Clint to fail, as we all knew he would. The archer grabbed the handle of the hammer tightly with one hand and strained as he tried to get it to move. He let out a grunt, but nothing happened so he gave up laughing.
"I still don't know how you do it." He said shaking his head in wonder and chuckling off his failure.
"Do you smell the silent judgment?" Stark questioned, earning an eye roll from me.
"Please Stark, by all means." Clint said gesturing for Tony to take the hammer before he plopped back onto his seat. Without hesitation, Stark rose from the couch and dramatically popped open his suit jacket.
"I'm never one to shrink from an honest challenge." Ugh, enough with innuendos. "It's physics." The genius commented as he wrapped his hand around the hammer, "So if I lift this, I get to rule Asgard?"
"Yes, of course." Thor said, but I know for a fact that, that would never happen even if Tony lifted the hammer. I trusted the guy, but I didn't trust him to rule a planet. And neither does Thor.
"I will be reinstituting Prima Noctae."
"Oh dear God." I commented in exasperation tucking my feet underneath me on the couch, making sure that my dress didn't rise up to an inappropriate length. But no matter how much Tony struggled, he couldn't get the thing to budge. He let go and placed his hands on his hips.
"Be right back."
He returned with an Iron Man gauntlet on, but that was pretty useless too. Even when Rhodey joined in on the action. I didn't care though, I had a wine buzz and these idiots were the perfect entertainment. And I absolutely loved it when Tony failed at something, he was so smug all the time it was a nice refresher.
"Are you even pulling?" Tony complained to his best friend who he had recruited.
"Just represent!" Rhodey told him frustratedly. But when they couldn't do anything, they gave up. Bruce stepped up and gave his best attempt, which was basically a whole lot a pulling and not a lot of movement. He did however get a laugh out of me when he pretended to transform into the Hulk, I was the only one though. The others just smiled in a patronizing manor at him as if he were a two year old.
"Sarah gets it." He muttered dejectedly. Yeah, it was time to set my wine glass down, I thought as I placed it on to the side table.
"Natasha?" The red head was asked.
"Oh no, that's not a question I need answered." The spy replied taking a sip of her beer. When Cap got up for his turn, I could see Thor get a little worried. If any one of us could lift it would be Steve.
The super soldier gripped the hammer with both hands and to all of surprise he got it to budge, only slightly, but enough to squeak the glass. Thor's smile dropped off his face instantly and his eyes bugged out of his head. But that was the extent to Steve's hammer wielding abilities. Thor released a nervous laugh and anxiously chugged his whiskey.
"Byrd, what about you?" Well shit if Steve can't lift it I don't have a chance.
"Oh no I've got zero muscle, these limp noodles probably couldn't lift a non-magical hammer of that size on a good day." I replied poking my scrawny arms to emphasize my point.
"I keep telling you that I'll help train you." Steve offered leaning back on the couch to look at me.
"Yeah because the last time went so well." Natasha laughed. I glared at her, it wasn't that bad.
"It's biometrics, right? Like a security code? "Whoever is carrying Thor's fingerprints" is, I think, the literal translation." Stark quipped unwilling to admit defeat.
"Yes, well that's a very, very interesting theory. I have a simpler one:" The Asgardian informed us, he easily picked up the hammer and spun it in the air before catching it. "You are not worthy." This caused the room to boo him and ridicule his explanation.
A piercing noise rang throughout the room, I quickly slapped my hands over my ears to help drown out the ear splitting pitch. The sound caused my stomach to plummet and my heart to drop. I had a bad feeling about this. I stood as one of Tony's suits stumbled into the room, leaking oil fluids and generally looking beat up.
"How could you be worthy?" It asked in a creepy mechanical voice. "You're all killers, well most of you." The way it walked reminded me of the zombies from the Walking Dead.
"Stark?" Steve questioned nervously.
"Jarvis?" Tony asked in alarm.
"I'm sorry I was asleep. Or it was dream." It seems confused, I knew I was.
"Reboot Legionnaire, we got a buggy suit." Tony commanded Jarvis as he quickly pressed on his phone.
"There was this terrible noise," The suit continued. I shifted forward curiously, but cautiously I lit up a hand in my energy ready to defend Helen who was seated on the couch next to me.
"And I was tangled in….in strings," it said shuffling around peering down at itself, "Had to kill the other guy, he was a good guy."
"You killed someone?" I asked horrified.
"Wouldn't have been my first call. But down in the real world, we're faced with ugly choices."
"Who sent you?" Thor asked stepping forward.
"I see a suit of armor around the world." Was the reply, but it was Tony's voice that came out of the suit's mouth. Where was that recording from?
"Ultron." Bruce realized. Ultron? What's an Ultron?
"In the flesh. Or no, not yet," It corrected, "not this chrysalis." I heard Maria cock back her gun subtly as she rose up from the couch and Thor had picked up his hammer. "But I'm ready, I'm on a mission."
"What mission?" Natasha questioned. I glanced at Clint and he gave me a short nod. Slowly I moved closer to Helen without taking my eyes off the suit. Ultron looked directly at us then and said,
"Peace in our time." At that more of Stark's suits bursts through the walls and I jumped in front of Dr. Cho wrapping us both under a protective covering. One flew right at us but rebounded off the shield and into Thor's awaiting hammer.
"Move!" I shouted at Cho grabbing her arm and pulling us out of the way. She screamed at a suit charged us but I sent it flying backwards before it could get near. Nat and Banner jumped behind the bar and I ushered Helen behind the piano and shielded my teammates as they scattered around the loft.
"You ok?" I asked Helen.
"Yes." She wavered, fear evident in her voice. Poor woman, this is not what she signed up for at all.
"We'll be fine." I assured her, giving the doctor a smile. Peering around the piano I found that Stark had latched himself onto the back of one of his flying suit and was struggling to dismantle it. Creepily the droids began to recite 'it isn't safe, we are here to help' over and over again. I'm gunna have a complex about this later.
"That was dramatic." Ultron commented after Cap used his shield to destroy the last robot ended the fight as quickly as it started. "I'm sorry I know you mean well, you just didn't think it through." Ultron said limping along. "You wanna protect the world, but you don't want it to change. How is humanity saved if it's not allowed to evolve? With these?" he asked, holding up a broken suit and crushing its skull before tossing it to the ground "these puppets? There's only one path to peace. The Avengers extinction." And with that last happy statement, Thor smashed his hammer through Ultron.
"I had strings, but now I'm free…" Ultron recited as the oil leaked out his head in a graphic manor as it 'bled out'.
"I am never watching Pinocchio again." I stated aghast as the robot sang out the lines from the old Disney movie. This was the last night of normal we would be having for a while, I could feel it.
Alright so there's the first chapter! Hope you guys liked it. I will try to update as soon as I can! Thanks for reading!