Thank you all to who have read and reviewed! I appreciate it a lot and I'm sorry. I do read all the reviews, but I'm bad at responding. I want to let you all know I value your opinion so I'm going to set aside time to respond to all reviews. I just want to express to you how much I like hearing your thoughts on my story. To all guest who reply, I value yours as well and if I could respond I would, but just know that I read them. All of you guys make me smile so thank you! :)

-ShadowintheKnight

P.S Sorry for the really late update- I've been so busy with all of my classes and I've been sick for three weeks now and it's just :(

Also I've been really invested in my story that I have been writing for my Creative Writing class- Sorry getting personal here but I really wish to become a novelist when I'm older and so writing manuscripts for my class is really important to me and I really want this idea I have to take off :)


"Is it what I suspected?" Bruce asked as soon as he entered the lab after getting back from dropping off Peter.

"Yeah, Jarvis is… I don't understand how this happened. This wasn't supposed to happen." Tony sighed as he wiped his eyes, stopping the tear that was about to fall.

"We'll figure it out. I promise. I know how much Jarvis means to you." Bruce looked down in sympathy for Tony's loss.

"Much appreciated." Tony didn't look up from his computer; only thoughts of Jarvis present in his mind.

Tony and Bruce respectively worked at their own stations trying to figure out the logistics of how Jarvis could just be this mass of disembodied strings. Bruce, every now and again, looked over at Tony in worry. He knew Tony wouldn't be getting any sleep.


"How did this happen soldier?" Fury asked, frustrated.

"I'll have to talk to Tony, but from what I gathered there's a new A.I out there more powerful than Jarvis. He's intent on taking us down sir." Cap. reported.

"Dammit Stark." Fury cursed. "I want this situation under control asap!"

"Understood sir," Steve nodded his head before he exited. They certainly had their work cut out for them.


"Shit," Peter cursed for the tenth time as he attempted to take out his stitches, which was proving to be harder than he anticipated. He was halfway through when he couldn't find the end of the thread, having broken off. He tried taking it from the other end, which proved not to be the best idea.

Peter ripped the rest of the stitches out knowing it was going to hurt, but he knew he'd heal before he saw the Avengers again. He couldn't help but let out a little grunt and watched the wound as it started bleeding again. He watched as the thick red liquid ran down his arm thinking about the possibility of more to come. Ultron could paint the world in red for all he knew.

Peter looked across the room at his suit, knowing he'd be willing to do anything to protect innocent people. People who don't deserve to die. He's already messed up, but he's going to fight harder than he ever has.

No more death.


Clint and Natasha shared weary glances as they checked their weapons for the tenth time; standard protocol. Neither knew what was about to come, but they certainly didn't feel good about it. Too many unknown factors.

"I don't see this ending well." Clint sighed, feeling the spot in his stomach grow. Something was going to go wrong, he knew it.

"I have the same feeling." Natasha shook her head, death looming in her thoughts. She won't allow it. No one was going to die on her watch.


Thor sat in silence. His comrades could really unnerve him sometimes. Why did they insist on wanting all of this power. How could they do something like this.

He knew he couldn't keep thinking like this because they all had to fight together. As a team they could do this. It may be hard, but harmony is the key.


Tony arrived to the common room last, having called everyone there with news about Spider-man.

"Peter get in touch with him?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah he was able to convince him of the magnitude at hand and Spidey's coming tonight." Tony informed the rest, relieved that Peter was able to come through.

"Or she." Natasha stated as she inspected her nails, probably making sure they were sharp enough to slice someone's neck if she wanted.

"True, although very unfortunate if so because she would be very flat chested." One guess needed to figure out who that was.

"Can we not talk about chests." Steve blushed a bit.

"Oh come on Cap. you've come so far. Don't let something like breasts take you down." Clint fake fainted, bringing a hand up to his forehead.

"I just don't think that we should be talking about a woman's breasts. I respect them."

"Fair enough. Sorry Cap." Tony apologizing was rare. This just reminded everyone how grave the situation was. "I wish Spidey would get here soon."

Peter flipped through the air loving the rush it gave him. He could forget for a moment that he was going to meet the Avengers about Ultron; who surely will bring a lot of destruction.

His face turned serious as he saw Avengers tower looming in the distance, growing bigger as he approached. He landed on the outside patio and could see all the avengers lounging on the big sofa that just yesterday was littered with destruction. Tony sure could afford fast workers if this was the same living room he was in yesterday, the one he saw get destroyed.

He knocked on the doors and waved as everyone turned to look at them and then he remembered they didn't know he was Spider-man. Oh well.

"Welcome to my luxurious home" Tony greeted him, trying to keep it light since he knew things would turn later.

"Thank you good sir." Peter decided to play along, also aware of what was to come.


Honestly probably one of the worst chapters I've written and I'm sorry for that. I just want you guys to know that I'm not giving up on this story no matter how long it takes me to update. I do hope you like this :)

-ShadowintheKnight