Part I

The Age of Ultron

Chapter 4: Ultron versus the Kryptonian

"So please explain to me why I'm going with you guys?" Kara asked as she trudged into the Quinjet. The interior was warm, but she barely noticed it or the looks a red headed assassin gave her.

Captain America, or Steve Rogers, looked back at her from the front of the plane where he was talking to the man named Clint. "Because I vouched for you. You're my responsibility so I have to keep an eye on you, and I can't do that with you here and me on the other side of the world."

"And no offense, but I'm not leaving you alone with my family." Clint added matter of factly.

She rolled her eyes at the statement but kept her mouth shut. It's not like she was going to go on a rampage and destroy the world! These people were paranoid. At least Rodgers seemed to trust her. Well, he trusted her enough to not lock her up.

"Take a seat. We'll be headed to Seoul in a minute." Rodgers stated, nodding to the seats that lined the walls.

With a mighty frown etched on her face she made her way to one of the seats and strapped herself in. The cold leather of the seat pierced her thin clothing and she mentally burned two holes in the seat with her eyes.

Said eyes then wandered around the jet, taking in the sleek grey metal and mountains of instruments that lined the walls. There were computers, monitors, and tech of all sorts that would've made been a gold mine for Wayne if he ever found it. Hell there was even a motorcycle.

Then the jet rumbled to life. The roar of the engines filled her ears and she winced when the jet jerked upward and started its ascent.

For all it was worth she was glad that the Quinjet was bigger then the Bat Jet. She hated the tiny ship the Dark Knight slew around in.

She let her eyes wander to the red headed assassin and watched as she cleaned two guns in her seat. She looked perfectly at ease, and even Kara's X-Ray vision failed to show any sign of anxiety.

Maybe conversation would help pass the time.

"So-"

"Don't." The Assassin warned with a glare that would make the Batman jealous.

A sigh escaped Kara and she leaned back in her chair then looked up at the roof of the jet.

What had she gotten herself into?

Steve had woken her up at the break of dawn and explained her choices. Option one had been to stay at the barn with Thor, who she already didn't like. Option two had been to go with Stark to some place in Europe, and option three had been to tag along with Captain America and several others to Seoul. Why any of them were going anywhere was beyond her.

In the end she choose going to Seoul. Better to stick with the man who didn't want to lock her up than the others who did. Not to mention the people she was going with weren't super powered, which meant an escape would be easy.

As if reading her mind, the red head, Natasha, suddenly said, "don't think about escaping."

Kara gawked at her in surprise, but before she could reply the woman continued, "Stark would find you in an hour. Then we'd all be after you. So escaping isn't the best idea."

The woman cocked one of her guns and stared Kara in the eyes; her own filled with cold calculation and warning. If she had superpowers, Kara wouldn't want to fight her one on one. Hell, even now she didn't really want to fight the woman.

"I wasn't thinking of escaping." She then replied cooly as her eyes narrowed the slightest amount.

Natasha failed to respond and left Kara to her own thoughts once again. She sighed, again, and laid her head back.

It was going to be a long flight.

And to her... actually it wasn't a surprise that it took hours for the stupid jet to reach Seoul, and by the time they did she was ready to tear her hair out. Natasha wasn't one for idle conversation, at least with her, and Rodgers had all but ignored her since he stayed up in the cockpit with Clint, which meant she was left to ponder her own thoughts while sitting down, for hours.

And hours.

For a while she really thought about just shooting herself with one of Natasha's guns. Of course it wouldn't hurt, but it was the thought that counted in her opinion.

Despite her initial hate of the flight, it did provide some information.

For one she had been able to pick up something about these Avengers going after Ultron, the supposed advanced AI they had interrogated her about. Why they were going after him was anyone's guess. She just hoped that they would let her go. If she just played along and acted like everything was ok they might just be willing to let her go. That or she could slip away and use her secret identity to hide in the nearest city.

"Ugh." She sighed, leaning back so she could stare at the roof yet again. The metal was clean and perfectly forged. Once again she started up the game of seeing how many dents and scratches she could find.

One.

Two.

Her eyes squinted. Was that three?

She shook her head, then reinspected the dent. It looked like a bat. Her thoughts then wandered to the Batman and his jet. She thought it was better than the Quinjet. Both certainly had the tech but in a race she wanted to see who would win.

The entertainment of her game died and she continued on here line of thoughts with the bat in mind as her eyes closed.

If Bruce were here, would he be in the same predicament? Her eyes closed. Probably not. He wouldn't have gotten caught, heck he wouldn't have even started a fight.

Technically, Thor punched first…

Suddenly she felt the jet slow and she opened her eyes only to see Steve quickly march past her with a shield, painted red, white and blue, on his back.

She was prepared to ask him what he was doing when a hiss filled the air and the back door to the Quinjet opened up.

A rooftop laid beyond and the humid air slammed into her like a wall. She could feel her hair starting to frizz.

What was interesting was when she saw Steve jumping out of the jet and onto the roof. Then as quickly as they had stopped, the door closed and they were off again.

She blinked and looked back at the cockpit where Natasha now stood with Clint. With all her daydreaming, and napping on the several hour long flight, she must've missed something.

Her hearing focused on the two assassins and she listened in on their conversation.

Almost as soon as she did Steve's voice came through on of their Comms. "Two minutes. Stay close."

Whatever was happening, it required air support.

She narrowed her eyes at them. What were these Avengers up to?

It was silent for a little longer, till finally she heard another voice come through the Comms. The voice was distant, allowing her to assume that whoever it was, was talking to Steve.

"He's uploading himself into the body."

"Where?" She heard Steve ask. There was a moment of silence.

Then the voice continued, "the real power. It's inside the cradle. The gem… It's power is uncontainable. You… can't just blow it up. You have to get the cradle to Stark."

Gem? What gem? Why the hell get it to Stark? And who the hell was uploading himself into a body? Ultron? Why would he do that?

"First I have to find it."

So that's why they were in Seoul to find this cradle thing.

"Did you guys copy that?" Stevestated.

"We did." Clint responded from their side.

Natasha then added, "I got a private jet taking off across town. No manifest. That could be him."

Before Kara could even think to help Clint spoke up once more. "There. It's a truck from the lab. Right above you Cap. On the loop by the bridge."

Again there was a moment of silence till Clint said, "its them. Got three with the cradle and one in the cab."

Kara unstrapped herself from the seat and slowly sauntered towards the front of the jet. She wanted to get closer to the action.

"I could take out the driver."

"Negative. If that truck crashes it could level the whole city." Steve urgently responded over the Comm. "We need to draw out Ultron."

There was a ruckus, something landing on metal. A high pitched screech of what she figured was a laser. Another crash of something metallic. Then Steve, a bit winded, spoke up. "Well he's diffidently not happy. I'm gonna try to keep him that way."

"You're not a match for him Cap." Clint said, with such matter of fact that Kara wondered how dangerous this Ultron was. Of course she wasn't worried about Ultron, but if these heroes felt threatened then he had to be something of a threat.

And Cap sighed. "Thanks Barton."

She heard more struggling. Ragged breaths, metal squeaking as it was used for god knows what, and then she heard footsteps on the roof of something. She focused even more and could hear a voice.

It was low, and taunting, but what it said she could barley figure out. She managed to pick up the words "change", and "terrify", but the rest was lost in the wind and commotion outside.

Suddenly the bang of what she fugue was the shield could be heard then Steve once more spoke up, "I wouldn't call it a comfort."

What?

There was grunt, and a screech of metal on metal.

She bit her lip and her gut twisted. What was going on?

Suddenly Natasha shoved past her, and she gawked at the redhead, who ignored her look. Natasha then walked around to the middle of the jet and for some reason Kara took a step back towards the cockpit.

Then the metal groaned and the floor started to open, revealing the orange glow of the sun and the streets and cars below. They were in the middle of the city and whatever they were going to do-

"I've got a window." Clint stated. "Three, two." There was a click and Natasha leapt up on a motorcycle. "Give 'em hell."

The bay doors of the jet finished opening and with a growl the motorcycle powered to life and Natasha literally rolled out of the jet and into the streets below.

Kara nodded. The woman had style.

The Comms came back to life on Clint's ear and Kara walked up behind him as the bay doors closed. This time it was Natasha's voice. "I'm always picking up after you boys."

Clint, who ignored her jab, then replied, "they're heading over the overpass. I have no shot."

"Which way?"

"Take a right." A moment. "Now."

She looked at Clint and could see his elevated heart rate and the way his brow was furrowed. The man was worried. What if they needed help? Was this Ultron truly strong enough to fight these heroes?

She shook her head. They could handle it, and anyway it wasn't her problem. It wasn't.

There was more screeching. There were engines, and she heard Natasha grunt and the grumbling of the earth being torn apart. Still, Clint didn't say anything. She pursed her lips in response and stared out the cockpit towards the building racing by along with the cars and streets below.

It was a good view but she needed to see what was happening.

Her eyes looked through the buildings, the streets, the thousands of people, and every other obstacle in her way till she finally found a truck and two figures fighting on top of it.

"Come on!"

She saw Steve. He spun around the larger figure, kicked it in the chest, then got punched in the face hard enough that he fell to his knees.

But she focused on the other figure. It was tall, and obviously not human. It's body was made of metal, and she could see the red eyes. It wasn't happy, even for a robot. She saw Steve get hit again, then again.

"Lets find out." Clint suddenly spoke up and she looked at him.

"Find out what?" She asked.

"Oh nothing. We're just drawing out the guards." He smirked.

"What guards?"

She then felt the vibrations as the jet sped up, and she held her ground as it twisted then turned a full one eighty before lowering itself even closer to the busy streets. It unleashed a barrage of bullets on the very figures she had been watching. Of course the shots were right above Steve and only hit the machine.

The bullets stopped and she wondered why till suddenly two other robots, smaller and less terrifying at least, flew out from the back of the truck and raced right at them.

A yelp escaped her lips as the jet jerked backwards and turned hard enough for her to fall down before she felt it race upwards into the sky. She rolled and hit the back door before shaking her head and looking outside the jet only to see the two robots quickly gaining on them.

She knew they would be able to out maneuver and outdo the jet, which meant Clint was done for. She looked up at the cockpit.

This wasn't her fight.

"Dang it." She hissed with a shake of her head. It didn't mater if it was her fight or not. She wasn't going to just stand by while these heroes or the innocent people of the city got hurt.

She looked up, searching for some way out of the plane other than just ripping the doors open. There was a handle right next to the back doors of the jet. An emergency lever. She reached. Her fingers wrapped around it, tightening over the cold metal, then she pulled.

There was deafening winds and she yelled as the pressure flung her out of the jet and she plummeted towards the earth. The heat of the sun bared down on her skin, and the humidity only wrapped around her.

The wind slapped her face, and calling for her sun given powers, she halted herself upright then looked back up to the sky.

The air seemed to slow around her, twirling in small white lines around her before she shot up towards the robots with a sonic boom. The air ripped apart as her body charged forth, and she grabbed the first robot by the leg. She yanked it down but drove her free fist up its throat at the same time.

Shattered metal tumbled from the sky and Kara turned her attention to the second robot. She blitzed next to it and with one punch, obliterated its head. As pieces of the metal body fell out form the sky she turned to Steve and watched as his battle suddenly moved from the top of a truck to a train.

Her teeth grit as Ultron assaulted both innocent people and Steve, and she shot towards the robot, breaking the sound barrier once again. Her body ripped right through the metal of the train then she slammed into Ultron at full force. The metal body creaked under her strength and she barely budged as she carried it straight through the train and high into the air.

She didn't stop as she skyrocketed several hundred feet higher, then she pushed the robot down, raised her fist and brought it down with monstrous force.

A clang rang out and metal bent underneath flesh, but to her surprise the robot only fell a few feet before righting itself so it could look at her.

It's red eyes narrowed at her and Kara closed her fists, preparing herself for anything.

Then a deep, hallow voice spoke up. "Well you're new."

She glared at the machine floating below her, then without her response it continued, "I figure Stark probably charmed you into helping him? Or let me guess it was the good Captain?"

Kara figured she didn't give any sort of tell, but the robot must have seen something because he laughed, "oh so it was the Captain. I'll say, he's got a way with words. So mighty and heroic isn't he?"

Finally, she had enough. "Leave now and I'll let you live."

"Oh?" The Robot, she swore, would've raised an eyebrow if it had one. "You'll let me live? Wow those terms are really tempting. But I have a better idea-"

Before she could even blink a red beam slammed into her gut. She felt her skin burn, and instantly noticed how a hole was ripped into the flimsy shirt she wore.

"You leave and I don't take your head as my trophy."

A fist slammed into her chin and her head snapped backwards. Metal slammed into her cheek, but she was prepared for it and stopped her head from moving. With just her neck she turned to look at the machine in the eye despite his fist pushing against her face.

She smirked. "Wrong choice."

Her own fist hit the machine once, chipping away part of the metal. This fight was going to be easier than she thought.

Once more she gave Ultron a good right hook which sent the robot towards the ground. She chased him and noticed how the thrusters one his feet powered up and blasted him towards the city.

He was going to use the civilians as human meat shields.

Fortunately she was faster. With dazzling speed Kara sped up and grabbed his foot before pulling him back and throwing him in the opposite direction of the city.

The metal computer twisted in mid air and fired several more beams at her. She dodged each but heard the lasers slam into the buildings and streets behind her, and could hear the screech of cars as they tried to avoid the debris.

Glass shattered and she shot forward, hoping to end the fight quickly.

The machine this time engaged her. She ducked his right hook, then slipped by his energy beams.

She fired off her own lasers, her eyes burning with power. The metal body bucked underneath her power, and a chunk of his arm broke off as white hot metal weakened its strength. She continued her assault with a flurry of punches that dented and cracked his metallic casing, before a kick hit her in the chest and managed to create a small gap between them.

"Well," the weakened machine chuckled as he stretched his body. "I certainly underestimated you. You're not one of the Avengers. In fact, theres no record of you at all."

Kara raised an eyebrow. The Machines expression then grew dark. "It's intriguing."

"Shut up." She groaned before flying into the machine.

Lasers burned her torso once more, but she pushed through the insignificant pain and slammed her head into the machine's chest. Even the thick metal cracked under her impenetrable skull. She wrapped her fingers around its arms, puled her legs up to her chest and kicked.

Metal screeched as Ultron's arms were pulled off, tearing free as metal pieces flew everywhere and a pained yelp escaped the machine.

She tossed one arm at the remaining torso of the machine then charged forth and used the next arm as a bat. It shattered on impact, but had the desire effect.

Ultron went flying even further from the city, across the small bay of water, but managed to once more right himself though this time it lacked the grace of his first save.

Then he laughed.

She frowned. Why was this thing laughing?

"You made me realize something." The red eyed mechanism grinned.

"That you should've left when you had the chance?" Kara smiled with a devious look on her face.

"No." She frowned at his proclamation. "That my vision was flawed, but now I've corrected my flaw. You made me realize a lot, so I have to thank you…. whats your name?"

"None of your business!" She yelled right as she blitzed him.

With her hands passed together to form a tip, she slammed into Ultron, her hands breaking through his weakened chest cavity. Her eyes glowed and the energy ripped straight through the machines innards, melting and cutting away almost every wire and bolt inside.

Ultron's body failed and was ripped in two, but before she grabbed its head it laughed.

"I have no strings, and now I'm free."

She pressed and the metal skull broke under her strength.

Silence.

She sighed with relief before tossing the shattered remains of the AI into the body of water below.

With a satisfied nod she floated down to the streets and observed the damage. A particular four story building was a little torn up from the stray lasers Ultron had fired but it was nothing disastrous, unlike the streets.

Her eyes were drawn to a few bystanders that were staring at her. Others were helping out those injured in the car wreck, and others still were running back and forth in the wreckage that laced the streets.

It wouldn't have bothered her till she saw one of the guys in the group blush and quickly turn away.

She looked down. She hardly felt any pain from the encounter, but her shirt was almost gone and her pants were slightly ripped. Her cheeks burned like a fire and she yelped at her shirts failure to protect the under part of her 'hills'. She quickly tried pulling the shirt failed and she instead pressed her arm against it to make sure no random gusts of wind could give any passerby a view of her skin. Her stomach she could care less for. It was her 'hills' she didn't want anyone to see. That was personal.

"So."

She turned to see Steve Rodgers standing behind her, his shield still clinging to his arm.

"So." She nodded, unsure what to say.

He chuckled. "I guess I have to say thanks. You definitely helped out back there."

She shrugged then smiled. "It's what I do."

He shook his head, a playful grin sporting his dirtied face and uniform.

"So am I free to go?" Kara asked with a hopeful gleam in her eyes.

The man frowned and opened his mouth to say something but he was interrupted when two other people suddenly burst into their conversation.

"'Ve need to 'eave now." A shorter woman with heavy eyeliner, dark eyes, pale skin, and a heavy accent stated, not even bothering to pay attention to Kara. The woman then continued, "ve 'ave to stop Stark from getting the cradle."

The blonde blinked in surprise. She could've swore that not twenty minutes ago the plan was to get the cradle to Stark. What the hell had happened to make them rethink their plan?

She then looked at the man and woman in front of her.

And who the hell were they!

A/N Hey guys. So this story is not dead! I've just had trouble finding places to watch Age of Ultron so I can write out the scenes. Of course a lot will be like the movie, but for now there are parts that will change thanks to Kara's intervention, such as Black Widows failed kidnapping since Ultrons body was destroyed. Anyway thats that!

Also for kicks, what DC or Marvel hero do you want to see in this fic?!

Thanks for reading! God bless!

-Metal4k