Ultron sang quietly to himself as he started up the jet. Wanda had left him, along with her brother. And when she did that, his strongest ally was gone. He could see it in her. She could rip this world apart with the power she held. She could rip the entire universe apart. He could see it in her, yet she couldn't see it within herself. He just wanted to show her how.. magnificent she was. Her and Pietro, they had evolved. They were the fit that survived. But the surviving part was up to them. And they had pushed him away, turned to the opposing side.

The jet flew through the air as he thought to himself, his red beady eyes darting around on the ground. Pietro. He could see him, and the archer. As the bullets were unleashed on them, both of them did what "heroes" did. Hawkeye moved his body in front of a child, as a shield, and Pietro did the same to Hawkeye. As they said, you die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain. Pietro had died being a hero for the wrong people. But Ultron understood. He was delusional, they had tricked him. But in this battle, no punches could be pulled. That was one less Avenger taking his drones down. Maybe he had gotten the Black Widow when he flew by as well. He couldn't tell.

He quickly stood, alert, as the back of the jet was ripped open.

"Oh, for God's sake!"

He crashed into a bus on the ground, his body damaged beyond repair. He would not make it out of this mess in this body, but another. His cyber mind scanned through the remaining drones, seeing their status, looking through their eyes. When he returned to his own body just seconds later, Wanda stood there. She was beautiful, wearing a skirt, and a little red jacket. She was the one assigned to making sure God's meteor didn't fall. And here she was, to kill him, instead of protecting the key.

"Wanda.. if you stay here, you'll die."

She knelt down, looking down on Ultron.

"I just did, do you know how it felt?"

Ultron never caught the end of it, instead he was desperately trying to escape as the last drone. He just kept walking and walking. He didn't know what was what anymore. He was so close, he was watching as the city fell from the sky like a rock thrown by God himself. But they had stopped it, somehow. He just continued walking, and he didn't look back. He would return. Of course he would return.