Hey there, the second chapter is already here! I hope you like it, and once more i apologize for the possible gramatical mistakes. Let me know if you like it!

"Vision?" Steve couldn't believe what he was seeing. There was his ex-teammate, as radiant as always. He'd entered the appartment through the wall, as he liked to do, and Steve knew he'd have to hear a wise and calculated speech now. "Seriosly, I can't believe you're here"

The situation that the Vision was witnessing wasn't very normal, either: the two guys that had broken into Aria's appartment were still tied up on the floor, more astonished every time someone new emerged on the scene. Steve kept the shield up, not knowing what to expect.

"You're not going to need that, Steve" Jarvis' vessel said. "I'm still a friend."

But Steve knew that condescension of his was just protocole, and if he was there it was because he had a motive.

Aria remained behind him, tightly holding his arm. That had definetly been a busy night for her ever since she left the hospital.

"What does Tony want now?" Steve asked the Vision. He knew Stark enough to know he used the android to do his errands.

"Mr. Stark has asked me to invite you to come with me." he said with his almost-metal voice.

Steve pouted.

"You needn't try to make his words sound polite. Do we have any chance to refuse that offer?"

"I'm afraid you don't. It is a matter of great urgency."

"Is anyone else going to try to kidnap me tonight?" Aria said, still behind Steve, unable to understand the whole situation.

The Vision addressed her for the first time, more softly.

"Miss, I am sorry this has to be done so hastily, but I assure you that Mr. Stark wants you to be as safe as possible."

Steve grimaced, tired of the Vision's condenscension. As the android talked, he calculated the trajectory and the strenght that he would have to throw his shield with to hit him and let them have a little chance to escape. However, almost every part of him knew there was nothing to do against the Vision.

"I think too many people have tried to decide for this girl tonight." Steve said, just before throwing his shield as hard as he was capable of against the Vision.

The shield distracted the android for a second and he had to move back, but he stopped it firing the powerful laser from his forehead, and then he grabbed the shield. Steve wasn't even dissapointed after his failed attack: it reminded him of their old times fighting together, and how he was created to be a defender of humanity.

Sam got in through the door at that moment, dressed as the Falcon.

"Dude, I came as soon as I could. I don't know what the hell…" and he stopped talking the moment he saw the Vision carrying Steve's shield. "Ok, we are in trouble."

"Two police cars are approaching. Someone must have seen you." The Vision said looking at Sam. "Your only chance to leave this building without being arrested is with me, and you're all invited to come."

Steve and Sam stared at each other without doubting about what they had to do. Visiting Stark was far better than giving secretary Ross more reasons to throw them in jail, no matter how uncomfortable the idea of seeing Tony for the first time after the Civil War made them feel.

"Ok, let's go" Steve said. Aria had no choice but to follow these strange three characters, without saying a word. She had too much to process for one night.

A few hours earlier, in a very far place from that little city, a black shape moved fast and undetectable thanks to the darkness of the atmosphere. In front of her, a huge building stood: Hydra's secret base of operations in New York. In anyone else's eyes, it just looked like a normal building on the outskirts of the city, nor very high neither despicable, just average. But the Black Widow knew well that things are not always what they seem.

She waited behind a column of the entrance for the guard who watched the front door -at first sight just a common night watchman- to have a little but fatal distraction. That was her style. She could see the movement you were going to make before you'd even thought of it and she'd have knocked you down by the time you had decided to make it. There was no one better than her to do that job.

She'd found about Hydra's plans just a few days ago thanks to her resources and when she saw what was going on, she decided to call Tony Stark, despite the differences they'd had over the past months. She knew she would have to put the team back together, so Stark was the perfect point of start.

She visited him in his new mansion and took the files with her, and they soon started to think about a plan. So far, they only had a little information on the situation, including a list of twenty-three names related to Zola's algorithm, which meant Hydra would be hunting those people down. Unfortunatelly, there were too many names for the two of them, and they both agreed to not comunicating this to secretary Ross, in fear of the kind of approach the politician would make. He would probably shut them down, leaving them with no choice but sit and watch how people disappeared. And that wasn't happening. She remembered the conversation they had had about it.

"Tony, I think we're gonna need help" Natasha had said when she assumed the magnitude of the issue.

"Are we sure this is as big as we think, Natasha?" Tony had asked her, swirling around his brand new living room.

"Sir, I've researched on what you've asked me. Do you want to see the results?" Friday's artificial voice had said, Tony's most faithfull ally ever since Jarvis became the Vision.

"Sure."

"Out of the tweenty-three names included in the list you gave me, there's only one person who is not missing yet. Her name is Aria Harris. Police reports on all the missing cases claim that no one has seen them or knows anything about them."

Tony and Natasha had stopped breathing for a second. Yes, they needed help, and no, they didn't have time.

"We have to call the Captain" Tony had said, something he believed he'd never have to say in his right mind.

"We have to do a lot more than that, Tony." Natasha said, visibly worried. Tony had let himself fall into the couch, rubbing his chin, exhausted.

"We need the origin. Hydra is one step ahead of us, Hydra is in the future. Without that algorithm we could spend a lifefime chasing clues and being late as millions of people are wiped off the map."

"You're right. We have to get it." Natasha had said. "This will be the first of many tragedies that we won't be able to stop."

They had stared at each other, knowing what to do.

"I'll do it. I only have to find out where it's hidden. I'll go alone in order not to arouse suspicions."

"Can you do it on your own?" Tony had asked. He wouldn't have doubt of her if it wasn't a complicated situation.

"Who do you think you're talking to?" she had smirked. Tony had smiled.

"Friday, send these archives and the name of the remaining girl to Clint. Use Natasha's e-mail and make him know we have no time to lose."

And there she was, a mere 12 hours after her meeting with Stark, about to get the algorithm. She had discovered it was contained in one of the computers in the building. She looked again at the front door. The guard was staring at his shoes, distracted, which was very normal considering that he had been guarding the door for a long time and the most interesting thing that had came near had been a raven. But that was the moment she was waiting for. Before the guard could even realize she was there, she had already knocked him out.

The inside of the building was surprisingly empty. What kind of criminal organisation would leave something as important as Zola's algorithm unprotected? There was something wrong with the building, and she started thinking she had fallen into a trap, but then she followed her instinct and found her way to the control room thanks to a hidden elevator. A normal person would never have figured it out, but her senses were always above average. While she decoded the password of the main computer, her spy instinct kept telling her it'd all been too easy, but she tried to not listen. And she found it: the Zola's algorithm archive. She opened it but only found a bunch of mathematical operations and symbols that maybe Friday would be able to decode.

"Goddammit, how many deaths would this thing cause if we didn't stop it?" she didn't need an answer. Thousands, millions of innocent people dying just because they threat Hydra's plans, which probably means they'd do good things for the world.

She didn't waste a single minute and copied the archive. As soon as it was done, she prepared to leave.

But she would never make it to the meeting she had with Tony a few hours later.

The Vision took his guests to Tony Stark's new mansión, where he was expecting them. Aria was still too shocked to realize what was going on that she could only admire the beautiful house. Just the hall was bigger than any of the houses that she had lived in, and the furniture was exquisit.

"Welcome to my new house" Tony said. He had appeared out of nowhere and stood behind them with his typical almost-arrogant pose.

They all turned and Steve rolled his eyes. So Tony.

"I decided to move because the former Avengers complex gave me, you know, just bad feelings, now we're not the Avengers anymore." He continued. The tension was all over the room.

"You are still the Avengers. We're just wanted criminals." Steve said. "Tell me, how does it feel to know that people are dying and you're doing nothing to avoid it?"

"Steve…" Sam tried to make him stop. No good could come out of a fight between Ironman and Captain America at that moment.

"Who the hell do you think I am, you star-spangled fossil? You tell me: how does it feel to help Hydra's most dangerous assasin over the past decades even when you know he was the one who murdered…?

"That's enough. The two of you must stop." The Vision said, forceful, interrupting his creator. "There's no point in arguing about something neither of you can change."

Tony snorted and calmed down.

"How did you know we were going to rescue her tonight? You were tracking us?" Steve asked.

"I wasn't tracking you" Tony sighed. "I didn't have to. Natasha contacted me first when she found the archives, and then we decided to… ask for your help" Tony reluctantly said, It was still difficult for him to say that. "We both agreed we're gonna need all the help we can get. And that, unfortunatelly, includes you and your flying pet"

Sam said nothing, but didn't like that nickname.

"And you are…" Tony spoke to Aria, realizing she was there for the first time. "Oh, yes, the last name on the list. Lucky we got you on time, right? Maybe you'd be Hydra's puree by now if we hadn't" he laughed, but Aria didn't find it funny at all. She would've complained, but she felt she didn't fit in there between those men with so many unsolved business.

"Can we focus? Why are we here?" Steve asked.

"Okey, you're here because we were going to figure out how to fix this when Natasha came back with the algorithm, maybe you'd come up with a plan of attack, and we'd do this like in the good old days… but we have another problem."

"Natasha hasn't made it back." Steve pointed.

"Very sharp, Capi. That's what I like about you. I'm afraid we have to go there and get Natasha and the algorithm ourselves. Vision, stay here with our new friend and make sure nobody gets in… or out" he looked at her.

"Ok, let's do it, But please, Tony, save your jokes for yourself. There's no need to ruin this beautiful night with your cheap-comedy-show humor." The Falcon said, fighting back. He wasn't comfortable with people making fun of him.

"That hurt, hummingbird, foul play." Tony sorrowfully grabbed his chest.

As soon as they were ready, they left the place in order to rescue the Black Widow and get the algorithm. The Vision and Aria were alone now in the big house, and there was an awkward silence that the android broke a few seconds later.

"May I offer you something to eat? Or do you want to sleep?"

She stared at him, as if the whole night was just a joke.

"I'm fine, thanks" she managed to say. She couldn't even imagine how much her life was going to change from that night on. Superheroes, walking-and-talking androids, criminal organisations after her, an algorithm which predicts the future, unsolved tensions between everybody. And there she was, in the middle of everything. Those men had apparently risked so much to protect her. She couldn't move a single muscle, her mind just kept trying to predict what was going to happen now: maybe it wasn't safe anymore to work at the hospital, or even live at her old appartment. She just couldn't process all the information and started to feel dizzy.

"You're not much of a talker, are you?" The Vision said, but she could barely hear him."I'm detecting a rapid pulse and sweating. If you don't mind, I'm going to take you to a bed where you can rest."

She didn't physically resist, her body wouldn't respond.

"Collapsing is not strange in a situation like this one. You will be fine tomorrow" The Vision kept talking as he gently pushed her to one of the bedrooms. Her brain turned itself off the moment she laid down.

"Are they arriving yet?" a dark and deep voice asked on the telephone.

"Yes, sir." A man answered.

"Is the beast ready?"

"Of course. I'll release it as soon as they get here"

"Fantastic"

The man who was in the room with the Black Widow was probably just a minion. And it was the big chief on the phone seconds ago. She couldn't see much from where she was tied up, but she heard that conversation perfectly, so they must have wanted her to hear it. She froze when she understood what they were talking about. Her friends were coming to rescue her. And they were headed directly into the trap. Whatever the beast was, it didn't sound good, and she wouldn't forgive herself if they were hurt because of her.

But then, a door opened behind her, and she could hear the heavy steps of what she thought to be the Beast.