Ava's party dress will be on Polyvore, the code is 'Avery Rogers - The Avenger's Party' and what she had originally picked out is under the code 'Ava - before party'

Avengers: The Age of Ultron | Saviours | The Avenger's Party

"We need to get you ready." Natasha said, looking up at Avery from the bed with an expecting look. She took in what clothing the dark-haired woman wore, and frowned, "Oh, no, no way, you are not wearing that." She declared with a shake of her head, hating Ava's bad choice of clothing for the Avengers' party. Natasha was already wearing her outfit and this consisted of a knee-length black and white dress that conveniently showed some cleavage, her heels were beet red and her lips glistened with a cherry color.

Ava tilted her head, confused at why her clothing decisions were so terrible. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" She questioned, looking down at the attire. She wore her usual pair of black jeans, a forest green tank top, and a black jacket. She wore a pair of sneaker heels to go with it too and her hair was bundled in a pony tail.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, lifting herself from the bed where she had waited. "What you're wearing - it's something you wear every day." She said, before tilting her head. Thinking to herself, 'What could I get her to wear?' she thought. Ever since their talk a couple of days ago, there's been a mutual understanding between the two. Natasha had always wanted to have a girlfriend, so why not have Ava as one? They had a lot in common, they've been through a lot (not really the same things, but the point still stood) and they've basically known each other for over twenty years. Besides, a friendship has to start somewhere, right?

"But … I like wearing clothes like this…" Ava spoke slowly, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at the redhead - trying to figure out what the woman was thinking. "So, again. Why can't I wear this? This isn't really a formal thing, is it?" The party just sounded like a get-together to celebrate getting the scepter back, why would you need to wear anything more than this?

Natasha rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, "Because…" She drawled, like what she was saying was going to be the most obvious point of all, "...If you go to that party looking like I do - you'll have Bucky practically drooling, he'll be peeling your clothes off with his eyes." She smirked, finally getting a good dress idea in mind and she knew exactly where to get it. Lucky enough she had her own room in the tower for when the Avengers' weren't able to go home. 'That dress will look perfect on her' she thought.

"No." Ava shook her head, not liking the idea. "I don't like it."

Natasha gave her a hardened look, one that a mother would give to her daughter when she didn't want to wear something specific. "Trust me, Ava." She countered. "You will."

Avery gave up quickly, sighing. "Fine." She said, shaking her head. Maybe it would be nice to dress up? It's been so long since she last did, the last time had been on the dancing date with James back in 1939.

Yesterday had been quite a day; after her breakdown in front of the boys, they asked her specifically where she wanted to go, knowing that it would be best to divulge everything in her head within a place where she felt most comfortable. So, she chose Central Park, and at her spot right by the lake overlooking nearly every part of the area. She talked, and they listened for hours. The two boys took turns giving questions, but sometimes she didn't say anything - simply because she wasn't able to yet think about it, let alone speak out it. And that was quite a lot of things. She mostly talked about all the killings she had been made to do and some of the things that were done to her, excluding the full details of course. No one's ever prepared to hear terrible things like those done to the person you love.

The three of them felt closer again and there wasn't such a giant drift; there was still a gap, but it wasn't so big anymore. Ava was slowly beginning to accept them back into her life, and they were doing the same with her. She had been initially surprised about how the boys were actually taking her confessions, and even though the ones she had said were terrible enough as it was - they were still with her, and that's more than she could ask for. She was starting to trust again after all this time alone, broken.

But the killer in her was still there, and it would never go away. Not even is she wished it to be, and maybe that's fine? It'll help protect people, that's how she could use her life now. So instead of killing people and following orders like she had done in the past as Winter, she could start to be the old Avery Rogers again and save lives as the days go by. Maybe she could finally do some good in the world, maybe rid the red off her ledger as Natasha once described it.

Ava let out a breath of preparation. "Let's do it." She said, determined to win her James back after breaking his heart the other day. Even though breaking up with him had been for his own protection, he's made it very clear that he wasn't going to stop coming after her no matter what - he still loved her, and he would never let go no matter what she did.

So, instead of fighting it - she'll run with it and see where this new path would take her. Maybe the road will lead to finally being happy again?

...

"Sounds like one hell of a fight." Sam exclaimed, walking between Steve and Bucky, the three of them making their way up the stairway towards the balcony area. He was just being told about their recent mission to Sovakia; going after the scepter with the team of Avengers. "Sorry I missed it." He apologized, but not really - he'd rather stick with keeping crime off the streets than fighting a fight he knew he couldn't win. Being 'The Falcon' was good enough for him.

Steve chuckled, amused, "I've we had known it was going to be a firefight, I absolutely would have called you." He said back, patting the man on the shoulder.

The three of them started their journey up the stairs.

Bucky raised his bottle of beer to the dark-skinned man, "We'll keep you on speed dial for next time." He promised, but he could see that Sam might not actually want him too. As they went further upwards, he glanced around the room discreetly, trying to see if his special someone had arrived yet. And sadly, she hadn't.

"Oh, no!" Sam waved his hands up in a surrendering motion, his glass of vodka still held in one. "Forget I said anything, I'm not actually sorry." He chuckled nervously, hoping they weren't actually going to in the future. "I was just trying to sound tough. I'm very happy with my own secret missions, thanks." They finally got to the balcony, "Avenging is your world and your world is crazy." They stopped at a glass window that looked down at the party. People were bristling about, chatting away with each other like they were best friends in real life. When in reality, no one knows anyone else apart from the Veterans that were invited as a celebration.

Steve couldn't agree more, "Be it ever so humble."

Sam looked between the two, taking a sip from his glass, "So, have you two found a place in Brooklyn yet with your girl?"

Bucky snorted, taking a gulp from his own beer. "Two problems with that. One, today Brooklyn in the most expensive place to live and two, I don't think Avery's ready to move away just yet. She still needs time to heal and here's probably the best place."

Steve hummed in agreement, "Exactly what I was thinking."

"Well, home in home, you know?" Sam shrugged, giving his advice. He was happy for the two American Heroes, they had their girl back and it's one of the things they've both dreamt of ever since her 'death'. It sucked that she didn't have memories at first, but after finding out everything that been going on tonight, it seems like everything was finally falling into place.

Bucky nodded slowly, understanding what he meant. "Exactly." He said before starting to drink more of his beer, but almost instantly he started to choke on it, his eyes widening with both shock and amazement when they caught a glimpse of someone standing next to Natasha just downstairs. (He also felt lustful, but that was something he would never mention in front of Steve) "Oh, my god." He choked out, not being able to think of any other words.

Steve looked at him suddenly concerned, patting him on the back as his best friend's breathing got back to rights. "Woah, you okay, Buck?" He asked, wondering what could have gotten such a sudden reaction from him. He turned to see what he could possibly be looking at, and saw it - his own features showed shock. "Whoa…" They were seeing Avery - their Avery, looking more beautiful and different than they've ever seen her before.

Avery wore a dress that had a white upper part with a gemmed strap that went over her shoulder, a similar design on a belt covering her stomach and the skirt of the dress was black but the entire dress had a shimmer to it, it looked positively radiant on her. On her feet were a pair of raspberry-colored heels and there were silver and black dangles wrapped around her human wrist. Her hair was perfectly curled with a side fringe and her makeup was light, not to bold other than letting her amazing hazel eyes pop out.

Bucky was startled into awe, he didn't know of- anything to say other than thinking 'I really, really love that girl'.

...

Avery felt very self conscious all of a sudden, she could feel a lot of stares being directed at her but she tried to ignore them. "Natasha, I'm not liking this idea anymore." She told the redhead. "I've never worn such a revealing dress like this before and what if he doesn't like it?" It's been a long time since all this nervous energy came to her; back before when she was only dating James actually. She never tried too hard on her looks back then, and even as the Winter Soldier she still didn't. This was the first time dressing up like this was necessary.

Natasha's flicked over to the side, and she must have seen something pleasing because she grinned like a cheshire cat. "Oh no, he's loving it alright." She nodded with anticipation, she gave Ava a comforting squeeze on the arm, "I'll be over at the bar, let me know how everything turns out." And before Ava could even open her mouth, Natasha had left out of sight. She didn't even realize Bucky had made his way over to stand behind her as she glared towards the redhead running away.

"Ava?" Avery couldn't help but jump inside a little when he made himself known, she twisted behind her towards the voice and noticed him there. He was wearing some black pants with a navy blue dress shirt and his black jacket. He was never one to get really dressed up for a party, it started to make her feel a little stupid wearing this dress now. James was smiling at her, a small red tint forming on his cheeks. "You look … beautiful." Trying to find the best word to describe what she looked like, and to him she would be beautiful in whatever she wore.

And for the first time since her memories had come back, Ava felt her cheeks heating up as a blush formed on her own cheeks. She looked down for a moment but not able to stop the smile from forming on her lips, a giddy feeling in her stomach lurched and a sigh of relief filled her heart. After a moment, she finally found her voice. "Thanks."

And for the first time since being back; she felt like she belonged, the horrors in her mind and the metal arm wasn't bringing her down. Maybe she could finally try to move on from the past and make a better future.

She just hoped she was going down the right path when it comes to James; that she would be able to protect him and Steve from herself if the time ever came to it.

If something happened that she couldn't stop herself from doing … she wouldn't be able to forgive herself. She'd rather kill herself than let the monster inside rid the world of her two boys.

...

Further into the party; Bucky, Steve and Avery were standing with Thor and the veterans that had stood alongside the American Heroes during World War 2. It was safe to say they were shocked to see that Avery had indeed survived that fall but luckily none of them had resulted in having heart attack because of it. Each of them had their chances to fight alongside the woman back in those days and they were glad to see that the two American Heroes now had their girl back - not exactly safe and sound, but she was back in their lives for good now.

Thor was in the middle of pouring a thin liquid into four different shot glasses from a small old container that was stuffed in his jacket. It was a very, very strong alcohol.

One of the veterans saw this, "I gotta have some of that." He said.

Thor was immediately protesting, "Oh, no, no, no." He shook his head, handing two of the filled glasses over to Steve and Bucky first. "This was aged for 1,000 years-" He passed another to Ava who stood next to Bucky, their shoulders nearly touching. "-in the barrels built from the wreck of Grunhel's fleet."

Avery took a sniff at the drink and glanced between the two boys, both were looking at the liquid with hesitation - probably wondering what would happen to them if they actually swallowed this stuff. Thor continued, "It is not meant for mortal men." Throwing some of the alcohol into his own glass.

Bucky leaned towards Ava, whispering in her ear, "Is he saying we're not human?" Gesturing to the glasses in their hands.

Ava looked over her shoulder, giving a huff of a laugh but rolled her eyes. "I think he's realized our tolerances are going to be a hundred times stronger than a normal human's." She shrugged to herself before braving up and chugging down the shot, the burning mystery liquid rolling down her throat. Both Bucky and Steve were looking at her curiously, wondering what type of an effect it might have on her. But nothing happened and she sighed sadly, "Well, that was a blast." She muttered sarcastically.

Another one of the veterans gestured to her, seeing how Ava's looking perfectly fine - but they weren't counting the fact that she was technically a super soldier like Bucky and Steve, "Avery's fine so stop trying to scare us blondie."

The first Veteran nodded his head, "Omaha Beach wasn't meant for mortal men either - come on, let us try some." He held out his own glass, "Come on."

Thor raised an eyebrow, looking between his three fellow Avengers. All four of them were beginning to grin, all interested to see what effect it would actually do to normal human beings, unlike them. "Okay." He nodded, grabbing the shot glass from each of the elder men before pouring less than he had actually given to the other three. These men were still elders and human, too much wouldn't be good for their health.

...

Later on Ava found herself sitting at the bar, staring down at the bottle of vodka sitting in front of her, only half-drunk. And even after having Thor's concoction, half of this bottle and more flooding her system, she still couldn't get drunk. It pissed her off, why couldn't she have a fun night of drinking and end up like a total fool like other girls her age, well, the age she looks right now not her real one. No one in their nineties would be drinking the copious amounts she's had over the last few hours.

"Still trying to get drunk?" Bucky perched himself on the stool next to Ava, an empty glass in his hand, he too was seeing how much alcohol he was able to take. But like Avery, it seemed like he couldn't get drunk. It must be apart of the super soldier serum.

Ava scoffed, "Is it that obvious?" She questioned sarcastically before taking another large swig from the bottle.

Bucky's lips quirked and wiggled his eyebrows, "You've always been that obvious to me, Ava." He said, reaching over to grab the bottle from her, pouring a large glass for himself. The two of them would never make a good example when it came to beverage choices.

Ava huffed a laugh, shaking her head, "Quit flirting with me James - I might actually believe your finally drunk." She leaned her head against her metal arm, trying to imagine that it was a real one other than the mechanical one.

"Nah…" He shook his own head, sadly. He's spent many days trying to get drunk in the past and none of them had succeeded, all he was left with was more pain. The first time had been when Ava was officially declared dead, he wanted all his pain to go away, it was like he could barely breathe. "I can never seem to get drunk, no matter how long I drink for or how much."

Avery sighed, nodding her head, "It makes sense." She said, remembering back to when she had originally been working on the serum back then, it was so long ago that it felt like a dream. "No country would have wanted their hero to be drunk on the job. The serum was probably, purposely made like that. For me … who knows?" She knew Hydra had made the serum and everything else experimented on her … except what Dr. Zola said. Her father; she still didn't know what her father had to do with any of this and that part slightly scared the little girl inside of her. She just wasn't ready to open that can of worms yet.

Bucky looked at her face a little closer, he saw a hint of sadness in her features and her eyes were glistening with pain. "But you do know." He said bluntly with a knowing tone, he could always read her, even this new her it seems.

Ava placed a hand on her head, her body sulking slightly with the tiredness of the subject and denial. "James, just … just don't." She pleaded, shaking her head slowly, not wanting to get into her past right now. This party was supposed to be fun, but it was starting to seem like a drag more than fun.

"Alright." James reluctantly replied, knowing she'll reveal what she wants in time. The last couple of days had been hard enough for her as it was, especially after revealing so much yesterday.

"Here." He continued, raising his glass towards her. "A toast - to not being able to get drunk." He grinned, raising his eyebrows - trying to get her to do the same. Wanting to make her feel better.

Avery looked at him for a moment before a smile did start to stretch across her lips, she grabbed the bottle of Vodka and clinked it with his glass. "To being sober through our continuous pain of life."

...

The party had cleared up and finished over an hour ago when 11pm struck; all the Avengers, Agent Hill, and Dr. Cho were sitting up on the balcony area upstairs. They were all sitting on sofas drinking alcohol and chatting; Ava couldn't help but enjoy herself more. She was sat next to Bucky, almost leaning into his side while a new bottle of Vodka was in her hands now. Only a quarter of the way through but still, she was not drunk. She pretty much accepted that a while ago really.

"But it's a trick!" Clint exclaimed. He was actually feeling a little tipsy by this point of the night. Everyone was discussing Thor's hammer, how only he could lift it - but no one was believing him because no one had actually witnessed anyone else try to grab a hold of it.

"No, no," Thor shook his head with a mystery grin, "It's much more than that." He passed the old bottle of the very alcoholised liquid over to Steve because unlike Bucky and Ava, he was really getting into the stuff - not that he was actually getting drunk either. But apparently it tasted nicer than Vodka which is what the other two have opted to keep drinking for the rest of the night.

Clint snorted before changing his voice into a deeper one, pretending to be an Asgardian with his words. "Ah, whoever be he worthy shall haveth the power." He rolled his eyes with a disbelieving look, waving his drum sticks around, "Whatever, man!" He exclaimed, "It's a trick."

Over to the side; Ava noticed how closely Natasha and Bruce were getting as they talked to each other, they were ignoring everyone else but just talking and smiling. Ava couldn't help but think they'd look great together, Natasha deserved it.

Thor boomed out another laugh before gesturing over to his hammer, sitting on a table that was strong enough to hold such a heavy object. "Then please, be my guest." He set the challenge, too confident that no one would be able to pick up his mighty hammer. He had faith that no one in this room would be able to actually pick it up; call it, a godly instinct.

Clint looked at him with a raised eyebrow before glancing at everyone else, "Really?" He questioned, not being able to help but be excited at the prospect of trying to lift this hammer. It was like that story with the sword of King Arthur, only he who is worthy can lift it from its stone.

"Yeah." Tony was interested to see where this would go - maybe he'd have a try himself?

Sam chuckled, taking a sip from his beer and leaning back in the chair. "Oh, this is going to be beautiful." He said bemusedly, seeing Barton hop up from his spot on the ground before making his way over to the hammer.

Tony couldn't help but put in a comment, a dirty one, "Now, Clint." He said, smirking, "We know you've had a tough week so we won't hold it against you if you can't get it up." Everyone laughed at this but Clint sent him a bitch face, not impressed.

Avery sat up straighter, honestly curious to see how this will go and when she glanced at James, she could see he was thinking the exact same thing.

Clint gave Thor a look, "You know, I have seen this before." Thor just raised an eyebrow, nodding to his hammer with challenging eyes. Without a second thought, Clint quickly grasped the hammer and began to pull up, heaving it but it didn't move a single inch. The hammer just stayed exactly where it was.

With one last grunt, he laughed at himself before pulling away from the hammer. "I still don't know how you do it!"

Tony smirked once again from beside Rhodes, "Smelling the silent judgment?" He teased.

Clint scoffed, irked now - he threw his arms out towards the man, "Please, Stark, by all means." He challenged the big headed billionaire.

Challenge accepted. Tony stood up from his seat, looking both confident and cocky that he'll be able to lift this hammer. He undid his jacket button, clearing his throat before moving to stand in front of the hammer while Clint moved back to sit on his floor seat. "I was never one to shrink from an honest challenge." He slipped his hand into the holder attached to the hammer, gripping the bar tightly as he could. "It's just physics."

"Physics?" Banner repeated with a dumb voice, obviously not believing what the billionaire was saying.

Tony looked to Thor with a crooked grin, "Right, so-" He started, "-if I lift this, I then rule Asgard?"

"Yes, of course." He replies carelessly, nodding but not worried at all. He was sure Stark wouldn't be able to lift his hammer - no one in this room could.

The smirk was more prominent on Tony's face now, "I will be re-instituting prima nocta." He said, and with that he places a foot on the table to help him lift and then he pulled. He grunted, the hammer not moving anywhere - just like with Clint. There were snickers forming around the table from the other Avengers. Tony cleared his throat, unhanding the hammer before taking his foot off the table. "I'll be right back." He said before leaving the room, leaving everyone to look confused as to where he was going.

...

Tony was pulling at the hammer once again, but this time with his Iron Man mechanical hand with thrust boosters attached to them. Even that wasn't doing anything, the hammer stayed exactly where it was.

...

This time, Rhodes had joined in with his 'War Machine' mechanical hand; both he and Tony were trying to succeed in getting this hammer up, but it was no use, it still sat there on the table.

"Are you even pulling?!" Rhodes looked to Tony with annoyance driven in his face, beads of sweat started to break out on his face.

Tony gave him a look of betrayal, "Are you on my team?"

"Just represent." Rhodes retorted, trying even harder to pull even with his 'War Machine' hand doing all the work, "Pull!"

Ava couldn't help but snicker with Bucky, it was enjoyable to see them bicker over trying to lift a hammer that obviously wasn't going to lift unless Thor was holding it. The other Avengers were too finding this funny to watch.

"Alright. Let's go!"

...

Next was Bruce; he was standing on the table, unlike the others, trying to lift it with the strength in his legs - but when he found he couldn't even lift it, and the green guy probably couldn't either, he started to yell out and jumped off the table trying to look intimidating - almost playing like he was the green guy.

But the only reactions he really got were amused smiles and confusion; Natasha gave him a grin, finding his little act good but a little awkward.

"Huh?" Feeling an awkward silence build in the room. "I'll sit."

Avery looked over to her brother, "Go on, Steve." She encouraged. "You take a turn." Curious to see if the worthy notion was true, either Steve or Bucky would fit the bill in her mind.

Bucky grinned, "I'd like to see this." Knowing that if anyone was to be worthy of holding that hammer, it would be Stevie.

"Yeah, go ahead Steve." Tony butted in, "No pressure."

With a sigh, Steve got up from his seat and put down any alcohol in his hands. He made his way over to the hammer and pulled up his sleeves. "Come on, Cap!" Clint encouraged him while Ava called out looking a little too happy, "You can do it, brother!" Maybe she was a little drunk now. She has had a lot of alcohol tonight, and by a lot, that meant two shots of that stuff Thor had and about 4-5 bottles of Vodka.

And he tried, Steve pulled a couple of times but nothing happened - to the human eye. Thor noticed the hammer shift slightly, but not enough for anyone to really point out. Steve gave up finally by putting his hands up with a surrender.

Thor gave a nervous chuckle, "Nothing." Trying to play it off, taking a large gulp from his glass of mystery juice.

Everyone turned to Bucky but he refused, "Oh, no - if Stevie can't lift the damn thing then there's no way I can." Putting up his arms just like Steve had.

Next, they looked between Natasha and Ava.

"Widow?"

Natasha shook her head, taking a sip of her beer, "Oh, no." Declining as well, "That is not a question I need to be answered."

Thor was the one to look at Ava with an expecting look, "Miss Winter?"

Avery pursed her lips at the name but shook her head too, leaning back in her chair. "No thanks." She said, about to take another chug from the Vodka bottle. "I'd rather not embarrass my reputation."

Tony started to talk again, "All difference to the Man Who Wouldn't Be King, but it's rigged." He theorized.

Clint agreed, patting the playboy billionaire on the back, "You bet your ass."

Agent Hill gasped mockingly, pointing towards Clint, "Steve, he said a bad language word." She grinned. Bucky started to chuckle, remembering back at the Hydra Base when Steve had indeed scolded Tony on his language over the mics. Ava, however, was reminded of how she nearly lost James to that cannon blast. It didn't seem so funny anymore.

Steve groaned, looking exasperated as he turned towards Tony, "Did you tell everyone?!" Only Tony would do something like that.

Tony ignored him, looking over to Thor. "The handle's imprinted right?" He carried on, not willing to believe that worthiness really played a part in who could hold the hammer. "Like a security code. 'Whosoever is carrying Thor's fingerprints' or in translation, is the literal translation."

"Yes." Thor started, but his tone was far from revealing. "It's a very, very interesting theory." He nodded his head, getting up from the couch with his glass in hand. He made his way over to the hammer, "But I have a simpler one." He grabbed his hammer, flinging it in the air just enough so it did a somersault, before landing itself in his hand. "You're all not worthy."

In return, he got groans and 'boos' for his choice of wording and for telling them that he basically rules over them. Thor just chuckled while everyone else just shook their heads at his absurd theory, even though he was actually the one who owned the great hammer itself.

Suddenly, a sharp ringing sound pierced the air making everyone either cringe or hold their ears until the sound stopped. Those with better hearing; meaning all three with the super serum, Bruce, and Thor heard it even louder which became nearly painful. Luckily it only lasted for less than three seconds.

"Wwwooorrthy." A groaned voice fluttered in the air behind, by the elevator. Everyone twisted around to the voice, either shocked or startled because no one else should be in the building right now. And another thing, this voice came from one of Tony's robots, one that was barely standing and nearly completely demolished. "No." It's movements turned towards them, face to face. Avery was narrowing her eyes at the thing, slowly getting up from the couch and placing the bottle of Vodka on the table. Completely forgetting about her mission to get drunk. "How could you be worthy?" It waved its half-destroyed arm towards her, "You're all killers."

Bucky noticed Ava flinch at his last three words, so silently, he reached out and held her hand. She tensed for a moment but relaxed when realizing it was him who was touching her.

"Stark." Steve said to Tony with a hard voice.

Tony was well ahead of him, "Jarvis." He was tapping away at the device in his hand, but his AI never answered. He had no idea why.

"I'm sorry, I was asleep." The mechanical voice spoke again as if answering for Jarvis's lack of communication. "Or I was a - dream..."

Tony was looking a little panicked, "Reboot Legionnaire OS." He said to the mini tablet, but still nothing happened. He was as confused as everyone else, "We got a buggy suit." Thinking one of his machine people just had some kind of virus, this wasn't the first time. But this was the first time that Jarvis hasn't answered his calls - the AI has been silenced.

"...There was this terrible noise." The machine sounded pained but went back to normal almost straight away, "And I was tangled in … in … strings." There was a pause, "I had to kill the other guy. He was a good guy."

"You killed someone?" Bucky stepped forwards, unconsciously putting himself in front of Ava but his words held anger.

It's almost as if the machine shrugged it off, "It wouldn't have been my first call. But, down in the real world, we're faced with ugly truths."

Thor's eyes were narrowed towards it, "Who sent you?"

The robot made almost a rewinding sound, one that you would find if you went back through a tape. Tony's voice recording came out, "I see a suit of armor around the world."

Bruce's eyes widened, "Ultron." He looked over to Tony who just stood there in shock; this wasn't what either of them was expecting for Ultron to come out like. This was like their worst nightmare - by the looks of it, they've created a murder bot. Everyone else was glancing at Bruce with confusion. Who was Ultron?

"In the flesh." Ultron replied, nodding his disfigured body towards them. "Or, no, not yet." He took that back and looked down at his body, "Not this chrysalis. But I'm ready…" He paused, moving about a moment. All of the Avengers were getting themselves ready, they could practically smell a fight coming. Agent Hill took out the gun hidden in her jacket while Dr. Cho started to budge away, knowing that fighting already was not her thing. She knows she'll lose if she even tried to fight, science was her domain, not violence.

Ava slowly and reluctantly took her hand out of Bucky's, moving beside him but mostly in front of the others who didn't exactly have the best accelerated healing like she, Bucky, Steve or Thor did. Bruce couldn't be included because they really didn't want a Code Green right now.

Natasha was the one to question next, "What mission?" She too was edging towards Bruce, almost like protecting him from getting hurt. Because if he did - the big guy would come out to play.

"Peace in our time." As Ultron finished, four of Tony's flying robots smashed through the wall and headed straight towards them on a warpath to kill.

One of them went straight for Agent Hill, Rhodes and Steve - Hill and Rhodes ducked but Steve kicked up a metal table into the air, throwing it in the robot's path. Unfortunately, he was knocked back meters away, landing with a thud. Agent Hill began firing her weapon at the machines.

Another went straight for Thor, he used his hammer to smash the robot on its side, flying it across the other side of the room before banging into the wall.

The third one went straight for Bucky and Ava; without even thinking, they lifted one of the sofa's together with ease - throwing it towards the oncoming machine. The sofa pushed it into the floor with a crunch; after this, they split up to help the others.

Rhodes was thrown out of one of the internal glass windows, landing him on the level below, essentially knocking him out cold.

Clint slid underneath one of the tables hidden away, he knew that without his bow and arrows - he couldn't do much either, he would just get in the way of the people who could actually fight these things without the chance of dying.

Natasha dragged Bruce with her and threw themselves over the bar for cover, but this was also where she stashed her security weapon. You never know when a gun might come in handy these days.

Tony grabbed a sharp implement before jumping up on the fourth robot; the machine tried to shake him off but Tony was stubborn, he hung on so he could use his plan to kill it.

Steve jumped onto his one before starting to punch it, but unfortunately, it flew back into the wall, crushing Steve behind him. He fell to the floor with a grunt.

"Ava!" Bucky called from the other side of the room, having tried to help Thor with his murder bot. Avery twisted towards the voice after having herself thrown across the room by Thor's bot too - she was going to have a sore back in the morning just like Steve. Bucky had in hand his shield and he threw it towards her, she grabbed it and almost without thinking, she threw it towards the bot trying to kill her brother. It smashed into a few dozen pieces, killing it dead.

Two down. Two to go.

Thor threw his robot over the railings and it tore in two. This robot was stubborn like Tony, it started to fly upwards and immediately caught sight of Dr. Cho hiding behind a couch. He started to raise his gun-hand, but was cut short by Bucky grabbing him from behind and throwing him across the room. "Thor!" He shouted, but the God already knew what to do.

Thor raised his hammer and smashed the bot once and for all, destroying it.

"Steve!" Avery shouted. Steve turned to her much like she had done with Bucky; she threw the shield towards him and he directed it's path towards the last bot that Tony wasn't dealing with. Steve had thrown the shield towards the one that originally went after Bucky and Ava, it obviously didn't want to die just yet until the shield hit it.

Tony was wiggling the sharp stabbing tool inside the neck of his bot, looking for the right kink. He stabbed it further in, and the bot died instantly, making the side of his body collide with the staircase painfully as he dropped from the sky, his body tumbled into a pile of broken glass lying on the floor he fell in.

As the fight stopped and finished, everything went silent until Ultron spoke once again.

"Well, that was dramatic." It's like the fight hadn't even affected him, only made up his mind on something. "I'm sorry, I know you mean well. You just didn't think it through."

"You want to protect the world." He continued. Avery and Bucky went up to stand beside Steve, knowing that if Ultron decided to fight again, they'd wale on him first. "But you don't want it to change … how is humanity saved if it's not allowed to evolve?"

Ultron moved to pick up the remainder of one of the robots that had been split in two. "With these? These puppets." He crushed the head of it, with a tightness of rage.

"There's only one path to peace … the Avengers' extinction!"

Thor was having enough at this point, he threw his hammer straight for Ultron and hit him - the robot went flying back, it's functions crushed too deeply to survive working. Ava was twitching for one of those shields because if Thor hadn't killed that thing - she would have. She didn't like the sound of what he said either 'The Avenger's extinction'. It made a deep anger grow inside of her. The hammer went flying back to Thor's hand and the last words of Ultron's robotic voice echoed through the air.

"I had strings … but now I'm free."

Note: Wow, a very long chapter (and end-chapter note!). So, I have two announcements actually, here we are.

The date for me leaving work permanently has changed; instead of the 30th (three days before I leave for college), it's not the 18th of December less than two weeks. The reason being was that I've been thrown back as a cashier and ripped away from a job I actually loved in that place, let's just say pissed and angry was an understatement. You know, I've asked for nearly 5 months to be changed to another department before October and being dumped back as a cashier is like being spit in the face. So in short terms; screw them - I'm leaving.

So obviously, this means I'll have bucket loads more time on fanfics as long as moving to the new house doesn't require too much time. I now have a new goal - finish 'Saviours' by Jan 1st. Think I can do it?

A POLL WILL NOW BE UP FOR WHICH MOVIE YOU WOULD LIKE ME TO DO A FANFIC FOR NEXT!

Anyway, enough of that…

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