Authors Note: More twins and Ultron
Chapter Ten:
Molpe looked down through the opening of the jet. Natasha stood beside her and pointed to the bike that they were going to drop down with. The guns strapped firmly to her back brought her a small amount of comfort as she slid onto the bike behind Natasha, one arm wrapped around her waist and the other swinging her bag over her shoulder.
"What is it with you guys and jumping?" Molpe grumbled into the comm.
Natasha laughed and grabbed the handlebars on the bike just a Barton spoke, "We got a window. 4, 3... Give 'em hell."
Molpe laughed at the rush as the motorcycle landed hard onto the road. Natasha sped along the street, dipping in between the moving cars, trying to catch up to the truck with Ultron and Steve, "There!" Molpe pointed ahead to Steve's shield that lay in the street.
"I'm always picking up after you boys," Natasha spoke as she leaned the bike over and scooped up the shield. Handing it over to Molpe as she swerved in between two more cars.
"They're heading under the overpass, I've got no shot," Barton was overhead keeping watch.
"Which way?" Asked Molpe.
"Hard right...now," Barton spoke and Natasha turned the bike down a side street with oncoming traffic and between walking civilians. Another turn had them speeding down a narrow alley. Moments later it opened to the road, the trailer right in front of them. Molpe held her breath as Natasha tilted the bike again sending them under the trailer of the truck.
Molpe looked up and saw Steve held by the throat over the side of the truck by Ultron, "Steve!" Molpe yelled as she threw the shield up to him. He caught it and smashed it into Ultron's face.
"We need to get you on that trailer first," Natasha yelled over the roar of the wind and the truck.
Molpe nodded, "Get me as close as you can to the trailer."
Natasha dipped and swerved through traffic before pulling up to the back of the trailer. Shakily she unwrapped her arms from Natasha's waist and slowly slid them to her shoulders. One leg after the other, she brought them under her to crouch on the back seat while her right arm reached out to the side ladder on the trailer. A bump in the road sent Molpe flying off the bike her right hand the only thing stopping her from falling to the road and meeting a bloody and violent end. She grunted as the pull on her right shoulder became painful, her body swinging around in the wind. Her hand started to slip when the gloved hand of Steve caught her wrist and hauled her up on top of the trailer.
"Thanks," she pulled out one of her hand guns and steadied her footing on the shaking trailer. He nodded and pointed behind them, he had knocked Ultron off the trailer and into one of the columns of the bridge. It seems he had recovered and was coming back for more.
"Clint! Can you draw out the guards?" Natasha asked over the comm.
Over head Clint flew and fired at Ultron. The few iron legion guards flew from inside the trailer and took flight after the jet. Molpe braced herself for Ultron's attack and took aim. The bullets seemed to do little damage to him and he continued his advance on her and Steve. A final swing from Steve's shield knocked Ultron off the trailer again and back into another column. He came back seconds later, picking both Steve and Molpe up and flying them straight back into the train that had been running along side the road they had been on.
"They're heading back towards you. So whatever you're going to do, do it now," Clint spoke. Molpe wasn't sure who he was speaking to.
Molpe landed hard into one of the seats of the train momentarily stunned from the impact. The guns in her bag dug into her side as she rolled off of the bag and sat up slowly, shaking her head. Near by Steve was keeping Ultron occupied. Around her were hurt and terrified passengers looked from Steve to her. She stood and walked to them slowly, blood dripped down her cheek, "I need you to all get out of this car and into the furthest one back. Quickly but calmly, everyone out." She let her power do the work and watched as the passengers moved out.
"I'm going in. Cap, can you keep him occupied? Molpe?" Natasha asked.
"What do you think I've been doing?" Cap sighed.
Molpe drew her other gun and aimed for Ultron, firing whenever a clear shot was possible and there was no risk of hitting Steve. Molpe dove behind another seat when Ultron aimed her way. Ultron turned and slammed Steve into a corner his fist pounding into Steve's side. Just as she took aim at him a gust of wind and blur pushed in front of her almost making her stumble. Ultron was tossed away from Steve who flew back next to her. A red hazy mist bent and twisted metal bars in the train and blocked Ultron from coming after them. Molpe turned to see Pietro standing behind her by a few feet, his eyes traced over her and he smiled before noticing her cheek. His grin disappeared and the look on his face scared Molpe.
"Please. Don't do this," Ultron pleaded with Wanda.
"What choice do we have?" she sounded bitter. He raised his arm and fired a bolt of energy out of the end of the train before flying out. Molpe and Steve ran after him to the end. The conductor of the train lay badly wounded in front of the completely damaged controls.
"We lost him!" Steve yelled.
Molpe tapped his chest before pointing out to the nearly ending track, "The passengers Steve and the people on the street."
"Cap. you see Nat?" Clint asked, his voice panicked.
Molpe leaned out the hole and looked up for Natasha, "If you have the package, get it to Stark! Go!" yelled Steve.
"Molpe do you have eyes on Nat?" Clint asked again.
"Go!" Cap yelled again.
Molpe followed Steve as he walked back through the damaged car and approached the twins, he pointed outside while he looked at Pietro, "Civilians in our path."
Pietro gave one last look at Wanda then Molpe before nodding and speeding out of the train. Molpe looked outside and saw the blur that was Pietro running quickly moving everyone in the path of the train safely out of the way.
"Can you stop this thing?" Molpe turned to Wanda and asked.
Wanda looked worried, "You can stop this train." Molpe once again found her power being used. Steve nodded and looked out the front, blocking the debris that flew in the hole with his shield but still he was thrown back with the force of it. Seconds passed and Molpe found the train slowing to a stop. Her knees gave out slightly as she watched the passengers and Wanda jump from the now stationary train.
Steve walked over to her and held out his hand to help her up, "Good job."
Molpe didn't speak, only nodded as she followed him out of the train and over to the Maximoffs. She felt her heart thunder in her chest as she saw Pietro bent over catching his breath.
"Are you alright?" Wanda asked him.
"I'm fine. I just need to take a minute," Pietro waved her off as he sat back.
"I'm very tempted not to give you one," Rogers radiated anger.
Molpe stood beside him for a moment watching the twins silently.
"The cradle. Did you get it?" Wanda asked. Pietro did nothing but stare at her, his eyes once again fixated on her bleeding cheek. The blood hid her blushing.
"Stark'll take care of it." Steve was quick to defend his friend.
"No, he won't." Wanda's shoulders sagged as if all the air had been punched from her.
"You don't know what you're talking about, Stark's not crazy," Steve once again defended Tony.
Molpe looked between the two, "He will do anything to make things right." Wanda nodded in agreement.
"Stark, come in. Stark. Anyone on comms?" Steve turned away as he spoke. A look of worry passing over his face.
"Ultron can't tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it. Where do you think he gets that?" Wanda looked almost smug.
Pietro who had been suspiciously quiet during the talk suddenly stood. His eyes never left Molpe as he walked closer. She looked up at him carefully as he approached. Steve watched closely, waiting for a wrong move. Pietro raised his hand to her cheek, trying to rub away the trail of blood. Molpe winced as it pulled at the torn flesh.
"Pietro," Wanda spoke his name but meant it as a question.
"сирена," he spoke as he pushed Molpe's hair out of her face and behind her ear. Molpe shivered and tried to step away but his other arm had wrapped around her waist keeping her close. He leaned down, his face burrowing into the side of her neck. Was he...sniffing her? He pulled back slightly and whispered, "He hurt you, I will kill him." Molpe relaxed into his grip, her arms sliding around his middle. She felt him tense for moment before his other arm left her hair and wrapped around her hips, lifting her off the ground and hugging her.
Steve cleared his throat when the hug went on for more than he deemed proper. Slowly Pietro set her down his arms loosening but not quite leaving her hips completely as she turned to look at Steve.
"We need to get back to the tower," he turned away and started walking looking back over his shoulder, "Now."
Molpe nodded and started to pull away from Pietro. She stopped when his fingers gripped tightly at her clothes. She looked back and up into his eyes, "I have to help them," Molpe tugged out of his grip and stepped away, "You could come with us," her eyes slid between the twins, "Help us."
Wanda walked closer to Pietro's side, gripping at his arm for support. He looked down at her and Molpe watched as they seemed to communicate without speaking aloud.
"We will help you stop Ultron," she spoke after a moment not meeting Molpe's eyes when she spoke. Molpe nodded and turned to jog after Rogers. Behind her she heard the following footsteps of the twins.
When Molpe finally caught up with Rogers she staid quiet, the tenseness of his shoulders and his stiff posture worried her, "We need to get back to Dr. Cho's lab. Hopefully there's some reliable transport to get us back to the tower." Steve nodded but didn't speak, "Rogers..." Molpe reached out to grab his arm but he shook off her grip violently. The both stopped abruptly, startling the twins who stopped a few feet behind them.
"No," Rogers voice was clipped as he pointed at her, "you explain to me what's going on." He stared back at the twins.
Molpe was confused for a moment before she followed his stare, "It's not what you think. He's..." her voice trailed off and her eyes closed, "It's hard to explain."
Rogers shook his head, "Secrets? Isn't that what started all of this?"
"I love her," Pietro spoke quickly as he stood between the two, he reached back and pushed Molpe behind him. Molpe stared wide eyed, her jaw fell as she looked at him.
"You, you barely know me," her voice was soft and awed.
Pietro turned to her, his hands once again brushing through her hair. Wanda rolled her eyes and scoffed before grinning lightly, "He does everything fast сестра, you will learn this quickly."
Steve shook his head, "Molpe, with me. We're going to speak with Dr. Cho, you two stay here, I doubt Dr. Cho will be as forgiving as us. We'll be back to get you two," he turned and pointed at Molpe again, "you can explain all this on the way there."