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Chapter Eight:
Molpe crept along the metal walkway of the ship. She looked across the way to Barton's position and he briefly nodded towards the raging machine a deck lower. Flanking his sides were the Maximoff twins. A jerk of Wanda's hand produced a reddish mist around the henchman's armed hand and Klaue went flying down the stairs. Molpe's eyes trailed over Pietro and she felt her heart flutter. She shook her head and unholstered two of her weapons. Now was not the time. In fact never was the time to find yourself attracted to a vengeful enhanced with a death wish for someone you've come to see as a dear friend.
"It's a thing with me. Stark is, he's a sickness!" Ultron roared as he threw his arms up in the air.
Molpe jerked her gaze away from Pietro when the loud boom of Tony's suit caught her attention. His mocking voice echoed through the ship as he, Rogers and Thor set down in front of Ultron and the twins, "Ahh, Junior. You're gonna break your old man's heart."
"If I have to," Ultron's response sent a chill down her spine as she took aim.
"You don't have to break anything." Thor tried to reason with him.
Ultron somehow looked amused and annoyed, "Clearly you've never made an omelet."
Tony stomped his foot in mock annoyance, "He beat me by one second."
Thor grinned while Molpe watched as Pietro and Wanda took a step closer, "Ah, this is funny, Mr. Stark. It's what, comfortable? Like old times?"
"This was never my life," Tony tried to explain. Molpe began to creep closer and get to a better angle. Her foot fell against a lose walk way and the screech rang through. Molpe cursed under her breath and looked to Barton to see if it had been bad or just her imagination. He shook his head. It had been loud enough to hear. She looked down towards Tony and the others. Staring up at her were a pair of silver blue orbs. Molpe swallowed loudly and waved her hand gun in hand. She could have sworn she saw him smirk.
"You two can still walk away from this," Rogers stepped forward diplomatic as always.
"Oh we will," Wanda spoke for the first time. Her voice was husky and captivating.
"I know you've suffered," Rogers tried again.
"Wrong angle with them Cap," Molpe spoke quickly through the comm system. She was making her way to the back stairs.
"Blah! Heh, heh, Captain America. God's righteous man, pretending you could live without a war. I can't physically throw up in my mouth, but..."
"If you believe in peace, then let us keep it," Molpe spoke as she stopped half way down the stairs on the right.
Ultron turned to look at her, "Ah Agent Molpe Caras."
She walked down one more step, "Ultron."
"Purple, I like it," he gestured to her suit briefly before continuing, "But I think you're confusing peace with quiet."
"Yuh-huh. What's the Vibranium for?" Tony cut in.
"I'm glad you asked that, because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan...!" and with that all hell broke lose. Ultron raised his arm, red beams of energy bursting forth and slamming Tony into the nearest wall. Almost out of nowhere more rogue Iron Legion robots burst up from the deck below. Molpe began backing up the steps firing as she went. She needed to get to higher ground. She was no use in hand to hand.
Molpe watched as Wanda blasted Rogers back with more of her red hazy energy. The sounds of gun fire drew her attention up and away to Klaue's angry men. Molpe took aim at two approaching men and fired. Down below two men headed behind Rogers. She aimed carefully hitting one and only grazing the other, he stumbled and Rogers took the opportunity to slam his shield into the man, knocking him over the side of the hand rail. A silver flash moved across platform and before she could blink Molpe saw Rogers fly backwards. More men seemed to keep pouring out of corridors and rooms. Almost a never ending wave of them.
"Romanoff behind you!" Molpe called as she jumped over the railing and fell to the cat walk below. She landed hard on top of one of the men. Pulling the trigger as she pushed herself to her feet. The blood sprayed back onto her face.
Below her Wanda moved quietly an Iron Legion spoke with the voice of Ultron, "It's time for some mind games."
Molpe stumbled away and turned to head up to Barton, "Guys watch out the Maxi-"
Weightless again, the wind whipped through her hair, past her ears and her breathe was knocked out of her as everything blurred. A warm band of iron was under her knees and another held her head still as they moved. The earth slowed and her breathe came to her in a deep draw. She could taste the air, stale but damp and something else. Something darker and spicier. Tempting.
Her ears hummed as the blood roared in her ears. As the world righted itself she realized the humming was words, his words, "Now I know your name сирена."
"Yes, I suppose you do Pietro." she rested back against a wall. Trying to maintain as much distance from him as possible as she regained her thoughts.
"And you know mine," he smirked and she couldn't stop the grin from spreading across her own face.
"I should get back, my friends need my help," she pushed against the wall and made to leave through the doorway.
Pietro stepped in front of her blocking her escape, "We will talk. Your friends will be taken care of shortly."
Molpe's eyes widened, "You mean kill?"
Pietro shook his head, "No, worse."
Molpe frowned, "Your sister."
"Why don't you use it," he gestured towards her face, "your talent."
"I don't need to," Molpe's answer was short.
"You can't control it," he corrected her.
She couldn't help but smirk, "More and more I can but you know that. Ultron knows everything about us. I'm sure he's told you. You follow Ultron, yes?"
"He understands, he wants to end Stark-"
"And his methods? His thinking? Where does he get that from I wonder? A child of metal born from the mind of Stark..."
Molpe found herself slammed against a wall quicker than she could blink. The cold metal pushed painfully into her back, "Why didn't you use it on me?" his voice was hard.
"Use what?" she gasped through the wave of pain spiking up her back.
"Don't play coy сирена. You know what I mean," his hands wrapped around her upper arms and pulled her away from the wall when a wince of pain bled into her words.
"With you I do not have to," she spoke without thinking. She held her breathe as Pietro leaned down, his face drawing closer. Her chest rose and fell rapidly brushing against his, "Pietro don't..."
His face was mere centimeters apart when he doubled over with a pained gasp. His arms slid around her waist as he buried his head into her stomach, "Pietro, whats wrong, what is it?" She slid down to her knees, her hands cradling his head, "Pietro? Look at me!"
He cried out but brought his eyes up to meet hers, "It's Wanda, somethings wrong." he cried out once more.
Desperately she pulled his face up to look him in the eye, "Look at me Pietro, look at me. Calm yourself. The pain, ignore it now. Look at me. That's it. Calm yourself. Good," she brushed his hair out of his eyes and watched as her talent washed over him, "Go to your sister Pietro. Go to her and help her." She brushed her lips across his, "Be safe."
And like that he was gone and Molpe was left alone. She wiped her hands across her face, dirt and grime smudged across her cheek. Shakily she got to her feet, she had to get back to them. She needed to make sure everyone was alright.
She came across a stumbling Natasha first, "Romanoff? Are you ok?"
Natasha turned to her at the sound of her voice but seemed to look right through her. Barton jogged over and helped settle her down to the floor, "Well, that's not gonna happen. Not for a while." Barton spoke into the comm. Her's was damaged in her speedy departure, "You've got no back up here."
"I'll go get Roger and Thor to the jet. Bruce will help-" she started.
"No he won't, Wanda got to him. Tony's calling in Veronica." Barton's face was grim, "Go grab Steve and Thor. We need to get out of here."
