It was a time for celebrating. Ultron had been defeated in Sokovia, so the Avengers were back at the Avengers tower, celebrating, for the last time before they moved to the academy upstate.

Wanda was with her brother, trying to keep him in one place to rest, but with no luck. They had brought Pietro to Dr. Cho and they brought him back to life with the cradle, and Dr. Cho had given him strict orders to not move around, and to especially not run. But Pietro didn't listen. He was running around the main room, a little slower than normal, but still enough to blow everyone's hair, or make them stumble.

"Pietro!" She shouted across the room, to where he was stacking cups at supersonic speed. "You need to stop! You're going to hurt yourself!" She yelled, half annoyed and half amused.

"Nope!" Pietro said as he sped by his sister, but because he was looking, he ran right into a low coffee table. He went flying through the air and landed on his side, groaning.

Wanda ran over, and helped him sit up, but laughing while doing it. "See, brother? You need to be more careful." Pietro just waved her off and stood up, sprinting over to a nearby couch where he did some high speed jumping. Wanda just smiled into her hands.


Vision was sitting in chairs with Thor, staring out the window into the dark city night. Mjolnir sat between the two, on a coffee table. Thor was still somewhat surprised that Vision could lift the Hammer.

"So, Um, You can wield the hammer." Thor stated kind of bluntly, snapping Vision out of his thoughts.

"Yes, it appears that I can. I still cannot figure out how it works. My more likely hypothesis is that the Mind Stone in me," He tapped his forehead where the stone glowed, "Helps somehow. I am still trying to process all the information."

"Hmm." Thor just mumbled. He liked the Vision, he was a good ally in battle, but he really did not like the fact that he was created by Ultron.

"Well," Thor grunted as he got up from the chair, "Thank you for fighting alongside us, friend. I will see you in another time."

"Goodbye." Vision said weakly back. He understood that Thor really didn't trust him. He felt that in almost everyone. Everyone, except Wanda. He couldn't put to words what he felt about Wanda. It wasn't something he had ever experienced before.

Vision sighed and turned back to the window, watching the lights flicker in the lively city.


Tony shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Cap paced back and forth in front of him. Cap wasn't saying anything, arms clasped behind him and his mouth tight. Tony finally decided to break the silence, but before he could open his mouth, Cap cut in and started to yell at him.

"What the Star Spangled Banners were you doing Stark!" Tony had to hold back a snort at that, but with the look Cap gave him, it went away easily. "You could've at least told the team that you were trying to create Ultron. But no, you had to drag Banner into this-"

Tony cut in, "No, Banner wanted to do it too!" He argued.

Cap put a hand over his face. "No, he didn't Stark. You guilt tripped him into doing it. Now guess where he's at. Somewhere over the ocean somewhere!"

Tony looked at the ground, ashamed. As much as Cap thought that Tony didn't feel it, Tony was really upset. He was disappointed in himself, furious even, about Banner. They were science bros, they were supposed to do stuff together. And they did, but now they couldn't find Banner, because Tony's technology was too good.

"That wasn't the only thing you did. The kid almost died because of Ultron. The problem is, it's even all on you. It's on all of us." Cap added the last part almost solemnly, then left the room, leaving Tony to his own thoughts.


Unlike the rest of the Avengers, who were hanging out and talking and relaxing, the two master assassins were asleep. Major battles always took it out of them, neither of them having some super-serum or suit of armor to keep them going, just themselves.

To exhausted from the battle, the two had collapsed on the couch in the main living room. Groggily, Natasha had turned on the TV to give some noise in the background, before falling asleep.

Clint laid up against the back of the couch, legs spread out in front of his, one leg hanging off it. Natasha laid on top of him, the back of her head resting on his thigh. It was a peaceful moment, one of the very few times they really got to enjoy it.

At any point of time any of the other Avengers walked by, they made sure to be extra quiet, trying not to disturb the moment.


All in all, the tower was very peaceful, no one really expecting anything. It was quiet through the tower, but no one heard very soft voices echoing throughout the vents.


I once had strings

But now I'm free

There are no strings on me