Chapter 4

Clint and Natasha had met up with Steve in the hallway twenty or so yards away from the insane robot, who was beginning to pull at the loose wires around his headpiece, trying to complete what hadn't been completed.

Scarlett Witch and Quick Silver stood shoulder to shoulder at the doorway, where they had watched Ultron escape.

Thor stood confused next to the Hulk, who for the moment, was not smashing.

"Now might be a good time for you to be a bit angrier, my friend," Thor said quietly to the Hulk, who took it as a good ahead to storm down the hall and rip the robot to pieces.

Which didn't work.

Ultron through a few large smoke bombs in front of him and blasted through the building's levels until he was free to fly away.

The Hulk could no longer find his way, and ended up smashing into multiple walls and glass windows.

Wanda attempted to trap the robot in one of her holds, but he was much too far away.

Steve threw his shield in the robot's general direction, but not being able to see the robot clearly, he missed and shield was lodged in the ceiling of the SHIELD triskelion.

He disappeared, for the moment, turning the electricity back on as he got out of range.

"Where's Stark?" Natasha whispered to Clint, whose face was confused and, if Natasha wasn't mistaken, a bit distraught by the robot that had escaped the Avenger's grasp.

Clint motioned with his head behind them, where the now-function suit was being removed unceremoniously.

"I need to design one of these that doesn't get turned off while I'm four stories in the air," Tony quipped, removing the helmet and tossing it to hang on the back of the suit like the hood of a hoodie would.

"You designed this thing to destroy SHIELD headquarters?" Natasha began with the question that was most definitely on everyone's mind.

"You seriously think that?" Tony threw back at her, real hurt registering on his face.

She shook her head, "Stark, I've known you for years, and I still don't know what you're capable of."

"You don't seriously think he was trying to get SHIELD destroyed?" Clint said, butting into the conversation while he readjusted his quiver.

"No, but I don't think he designed that thing with enough caution," Natasha said, as if Tony wasn't even there.

"Hi, still here, in case you'd forgotten, and I did use caution!" Tony yelled, his anger not aimed at Natasha, but at the mistake he'd made.

"You should've been more careful, I don't know how those things work, but giving one the ability to not only beat us, but to destroy the world along with that, it's carelessness," Steve piped up, after grabbing his shield from where it had been thrown.

"Arguing amongst ourselves won't stop the Ultron," Thor said smartly, holding his hammer with a bit of defensiveness.

The five people that were moments ago fighting with him, had created a half circle, one that Tony was not included in.

"I'll fix this," Tony said, the hopeful promise lingered in the air until he fired up his repulsers and headed back towards the tower.

Thor decided to ride back in the quinjet. He didn't want to be left alone with the billionaire, especially since he feared that he would take out his anger against the Ultron on him.

"He wouldn't have tried to let this happen," Clint told Natasha, trying to break through the shield she had put up around her when it was obvious that this was the only way to keep her emotions in check sometimes.

"He did," she said, turning her intrusive eyes to his.

"He'll fix it," Clint tried again.

"You hope," she said realistically.

The remainder of the ride home was spent in silence as Bruce wore off the effects of the Hulk silently in his seat, from where he watched Natasha's eyes grow angrier and angrier.

"Hold on," Clint said on their way down the ramp of the quinjet, "You aren't gonna do anything, are you-…?" He got between Natasha and the roof access door.

"If mean kill Tony, no."

"Just wanted to make sure," Clint replied, trying for a bit of humor, but instead being elbowed by Natasha on her way around him and through the door.

"Give her some time," Steve recommend on their way through the door.

Wanda and Pietro entered last, and decided to retire to their bedrooms for the night, to give the six avenger's some time to work out their differences, Pietro had told her.

Tony was in his workshop, and even when Bruce came down he didn't acknowledge him.

"It's not your fault," Bruce finally said after watching Tony work on something for what felt like hours.

"Yes it is, I created it," Tony replied, not raising his eyes from where he was carefully placing plates of metal along the edge of a metal object.

"No one blames you for what that thing did, it's got a mind of it's own," Bruce said, his voice growing tired with every word.

"A mind that I gave to it," Tony said with a feeling of finality.

Bruce left silently.

Everyone upstairs ate quietly. Thor, Steve, and Natasha had all made it fairly clear that they thought that had reason to be mad at Stark, for creating something that destroyed SHIELD headquarters, killed multiple civilians, and worst of all, was left to roam freely around the world, anywhere it wished. Because it had been made in such a way to be untouchable by the Avenger's themselves.

"Go talk to him," Clint whispered to Natasha, who hadn't touched her food.

"He's busy," Natasha said stubbornly.

"He's probably sitting down there wondering if you'll ever forgive him, so go talk to him, at least," Clint mumbled the last part, knowing it was a weak gesture, but also knowing that Natasha was smart enough to keep her focus in moments like these.

"Fine," Natasha left the table silently and stealthily.

She slipped into the room to find a not-busy Tony Stark, sitting in his desk chair petting dummy.

"Thought you'd be saving the world by now, not playing with Dummy," Natasha smirked, remembering how strange she had thought the connection between Dummy and Tony was, until she had seen how sad Dummy truly got when he was ignored.

"He's lonely," Tony said back, looking over his shoulder.

"He's not the only one," Natasha looked around the room of unfinished work, finished work, and work that was never begun.

"This is it, isn't it? The end of the path I started us on," Tony questioned from where he stood, turning to look at the red haired assassin.

"Nothing lasts forever," she replied easily.

Is it the end of the path? What do you guys still hope to read about?

Anything? Because I'll try my hardest to fit it in! :D

I really love writing in Ultron, and I think next chapter will have multiple points of view, it'll bounce between what the Avenger's are planning and where and what Ultron is up to.

Strengthening his armor, I believe! Anyone remember a metal called Vibranium?

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