This chapter is a little more...Lucy. I know I said it was going to be happy and I wrote this entire backstory, but it just didn't fit. I hope you enjoy it though, it's entirely action. Also, in the end section, I know Wanda sounds really mean, but Lucy came at her first. Don't hate her please, they'll be friends soon, I hope. Anyways, 10 DAYS TILL CIVIL WAR! SO excited! Thanks to everyone for reading and reviewing, it makes my day!

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freedomintensifies

(Last night it was unedited, I updated it to make it a little less choppy. I hope it's better.)

It's been eighty-four hours.

To be exact, it's been three days, twelve hours, twenty-nine minutes, and eighteen seconds since I last fell asleep, and yes, I've been counting.

I leaned my head back onto the poorly padded Quinjet seat and tried to shut my eyes. It's not like I haven't tried to rest, it's just I mentally wasn't able to. I spent the remainder of yesterday curled up in Lilah's princess themed trundle bed attempting to turn off my brain, but the gears kept grinding.

I have probably psychoanalyzed everything from that dream at least a million times, but I came up with a total of squat. I mean, yeah, okay, I know that my mom is accusing me of murder, but there's something missing. She was trying to get me to open my eyes, but to what, I have no idea. It's like I've only started to find the pieces to the puzzle, and I'm not even close to assembling it. I ground my palms into the purple and black circles under my eyes in attempt to regain some of my consciousness, or at least look like it, and looked around the plane. Last night, Fury showed up at our front step and basically told us, we're all he's got. There's no more S.H.I.E.L.D., there's no more allies, no more assistance, no more nothing. We're it. We're the only ones who can stop Ultron.

We all knew that from the get go, but I rather not hear it spoken out loud from the allegedly dead director, it just made it all the more real. He also suggested we split up, Stark and Banner go do something with weird tech and the rest of the Dream Team go find Ultron. So where are we flying, you might ask? Well, Ultron needs to evolve, right? And Helen Cho has her Cradle thing that can actually regenerate biomaterial in order to heal wounds and what not, so do you catch my drift? Ultron is with Doctor Cho, doing what, I have no idea, but it probably has something to do with the Vibranium he stole.

I zipped my uniform up to its collar and wrapped my arms around my torso. We were going to face off with Ultron, so that meant getting a glimpse of his terror twins, too. I internally groaned, I was in no way ready to see that witch. If I do, she better be ready, she's got a new thing coming.

"Did you guys copy that?" Steve crackled through on the comms. We dropped Steve off in Doctor Cho's lab in Seoul all of ninety seconds ago, and it was silly of me to assume I had at least another five minutes to kill.

"We did," Barton responded while manning the controls. I slowly got out of my seat and stretched my arms out, I had been hunched in that position for about five hours now. I quietly walked up behind Natasha who was tapping one of the computers.

"I got a private jet taking off across town," she clicked one of the icons before continuing. "No manifest." She glanced over her shoulder at me before zooming in on the plane. "That could be him."

"There." I looked up to see Barton pointing at a teal blue truck with white writing on the sides. "It's a truck from the lab." I slipped on my fingerless gloves and tightened my ponytail, I'm up next. "Right above you, Cap. On the loop by the bridge." Barton x-rayed the vehicle to see what was inside of it, "It's them. You got three with the Cradle, one in the cab." He aimed the blasters onto the front bed, " I could take out the driver."

"Negative," Cap shouted so loud that I winced, "That truck crashes, the gem could level the city. We need to draw out Ultron."

"On it," I called, opening the back door. I could already see Cap landing on the back of the truck, but just him alone wouldn't hold Ultron for long.

"Cooper!" Barton called and I turned around as the wind whipped my hair into my face, "Try to draw the guards out and I'll do the rest." I gave him a thumbs up before jumping out of the emergency door. Last time I saw Steve, he was on top of the truck, now he's hanging onto the hinges of a busted door.

"Well, he's definitely unhappy. I'm gonna try and keep him that way."

"You're not a match for him, Cap."

"Thanks, Barton," Steve sighed.

As soon as I got a visual, I flew up behind Cap but just as I did Ultron blasted him back towards me, slamming us both into a civilian's windshield.

"Yeah, you definitely pissed him off," I groaned, trying to get up. Luckily, I did not burn the Captain because he literally slammed the flames right out of me. I looked up to see the truck getting further away and there was no way Cap would be able to run his was up to him. "Need a lift?" I asked, climbing onto the roof of the car.

He raised an eyebrow, "You sure?"

I shrugged, brushing off the shattered glass from my shoulder. "Yeah, how hard can it be?" I grabbed the back of his suit and shot off. It turns out it was a lot harder than I expected. The combination of focusing on keeping my hands at their natural state so I didn't burn a hole through his harness, actually lifting a two hundred plus pound man, and trying to fly at a speed faster than traffic, which right now was probably a hundred miles per hour. Yeah, it was pretty difficult.

When we finally caught up, I ungracefully slammed him into the side so he could grab onto the ladder. "God, Rogers, how much did you eat?" I panted, slowing my pace. He just rolled his eyes and climbed up onto the top of the truck bed again.

"Watch it, Cooper," he chided.

"You're welcome," I teased, falling back until I was behind the truck and shot a fireball at the robots. Both of them looked up, mildly annoyed, but went back to doing whatever. I groaned and shot at them again, nothing. They were ignoring me, as if I wasn't even worth their time. "Fine," I muttered. "You asked for it." I flew into the truck and punched a hole straight through one of their computer screens. Both of them looked up, and they were furious. I jumped out of the vehicle with both of them at my tail. "Now, what, Barton?" I screamed as I dodged the continuous fire of bullets.

"Keep 'em busy." Yeah, didn't think of that, thanks for the help.

I rolled my eyes and flew up, the last thing I wanted was a civilian casualty on my hands, so I was going to make sure no one else was even close, well, except for the occasional bird. I shot straight through the ramps, the cars, the buildings and flew as high as I could go. Maybe, they would get tired or their battery would die or something, but that's not what happened. They chased me until they didn't all they did was just stop and turn around. "They're heading back towards you," I called. "So whatever you're gonna do, do it now."

"I'm going in. Cap, can you keep him occupied?" Natasha asked. I looked down to see a giant hole in the side of the train, I guess that's where I'm going next.

"What do you think I've been doing?" Cap grunted through the comms.

"You've got back up," I said when I landed next to him. There in front of us stood a huge, gleaming, and uncannily human robot. Ultron was a lot taller than I remembered him, and the chaos all around him made him that much more intimidating. He raised his repulsor to fire at Steve, and I jumped up and slammed my fist against his face, but all I did was slightly deform him. His cheek drooped slightly as the once rock hard material turned malleable, but it wasn't enough, I needed to go hotter. I edged back, starting to channel the heat from my core to throw a second blow when something whizzed past me, throwing me off balance, and took Ultron out. Then the gates around me started to turn a dark red and reshape into a holding cell for Ultron.

It was them.

And were they helping us? Weren't they Team Murderbot?

"Please, don't do this," Ultron begged. His human like features lost their menacing grit and turned into a softer one. He looked sad; heartbroken.

"What choice do we have?" The girl with the thick Sokovian accent seemed horrified at the tall metal man which was odd. What's happened since two days ago that caused her to fight against him. What could be that bad? Ultron just shot through the front of the train and took off.

"I lost him! He's headed your way!" Cap shouted, but I was a little worried about what was coming next.

"We have bigger issues," I said, pointing to the passed out conductor. I jumped over all of the fallen debris and lifted his head. He was either out cold or dead, but either way the train wasn't slowing down and we were running out of track. "The train's moving at a rate of one hundred and sixty six kilometers per second," I tried to flip a few switches, but all that was on the screen was the speed. "If we don't counter it with an equal or higher speed, a lot of people are going to get hurt." Steve gave me a long look and I just shook my head, "I didn't study blowing things up in college, I'm pretty smart, you know." I glanced out the window and checked the steel tracks. "I can try to melt the wheels while it's still on the track but that's not much-" We slammed into the iron gate separating us and the innocents on the street. "Well, nevermind."

"Cap, Coop, you see Nat?" Barton crackled through.

"If you have the package, get it to Stark! Go!" Steve ordered.

"Do you have eyes on Nat?"

"Go!"

"Nat?" I asked, mildly confused. Where was she? What was Clint talking about?

Before I could think of anything else, we rammed into a building, knocking me off my feet. I tumbled back and slapped my head against a led pipe. I scrambled to get up, but there was nothing Cap or I could do to prevent this thing from moving. There was no point for me to stand up rather than push the passengers towards the back of the train. But they can. They could help.

"Civilians in our path," Cap started, already getting the same idea I had. The Maximoff boy sped off picking up and carrying all of the people out of the train's way.

"Can you stop this thing?" he nodded towards the girl and then the red wisps flew from her fingers. She ground her teeth, furrowed her brows, and slammed her hands towards the ground. It looked like nothing, but the train was gradually getting slower until it finally stopped. We came to a jagged halt and everyone started filing out, hopping over all the broken pavement that kept the train steady. Steve got off first, but my cognitive were a little slow at the moment, so I took my time. My head was on fire, not literally but painfully, and I'm pretty sure I busted a lip and smashed my nose. That would explain the blood, but as a whole, I would say the team made it out pretty good. Although, we still don't know where Natasha was, she probably went back with Clint or something. I'm sure she is fine.

When I got out, the Maximoff boy was hunched over and breathing harder than expected. His sister tried to help him, but he just brushed her off, "I'm fine. I just need to take a minute."

"I'm very tempted not to give you one," Rogers bellowed and it was hard for me not to smirk. They may have helped us, but that didn't excuse for any of the crap they put us through.

The girl looked up, "The Cradle. Did you get it?"

I walked next to Cap and crossed my arms, "Stark will take care of it," I said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"No, he won't," she warned, her eyes becoming panicked, almost frantic.

"You don't know what you're talking about," Steve insisted. "Stark's not crazy." Assuming the conversation was over, I walked up to the shattered remains of a shop window. My reflection was beaten and bruised. There was a slice above my left eye, a bruise under the right, blood dripping from my nose and a swollen lip. I definitely was not even close to Cap's indestructibility, or at least the one he claims to have. He had a cut, maybe two, but that was the extent.

"He will do anything to make things right," she tried again and I turned round. Could she be -no she couldn't, Tony wouldn't do that, or would he? Steve seemed to have the same realization that I did. Tony was the reason we were in this mess to begin with, he would do anything to fix that.

"Steve…" I began, but he already was trying to reach someone.

"Stark, come in. Stark." He looked at me, but if they weren't answering America's Golden Boy, there's no way they would answer me. "Anyone on comms," he tried again.

"Ultron can't tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it. Where do you think he gets that?"

The ride back was silent. Well, it was more like Steve and I were flying with two people that tried to murder us not even a week ago who were now magically on our side, so conversation wasn't coming easily. "So…" I drawled out, spinning around in my chair to look at the twins. "What tipped you off that Ultron was, you know, insane?"

"Lucy, now is not the time," Steve groaned as he manned the controls. He was a little on edge with the whole idea of Stark being stupid again, but I was rolling with the punches. The curiosity was more interesting right now, and although we had been flying all of twenty minutes, the air was already thick with unanswered questions.

I rolled my eyes, "No, Steve, it's the perfect time because we have a long flight, and they have nowhere to hide." I clicked my tongue at the blue boy, "Or run." I redirected my attention and gave the Maximoff girl a dry smile, "So, let me get this straight, you followed a man, no sorry robot, who told you it was a great idea to kill an entire group of people whose sole purpose is to protect innocent civilians?" I let out a short giggle, "That's rich."

"We were doing what we thought was right," the older brother countered, instinctively moving in front of his sister.

I snorted, leaning closer to the girl, my face was dangerously close to hers. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize the right thing was suffocating someone or twisting the memories of her dead mother." The girl seemed to wince at that, "Oh, did that struck a nerve? My bad."

"I didn't know about your loss," she tried. "Our parents were killed, too. They died at the hands of Tony Stark, and we wanted him dead for the same reason you want to take down HYDRA. We didn't care who got in the way."

"Creating the weapon isn't activating it!" I practically shouted. "Your parent's death wasn't Tony's fault. He used to manufacture weapons and sometimes bad people got ahold of it, so that's not an excuse for any of the destruction you caused. If you want someone to hurt, find out who launched that missile" I let out another laugh, "And to think, you think we're the monsters! What you did was reckless and irresponsible."

She just smiled, "That may be so, but at least we know and take responsibility for what we did." She leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms, "Do you?"

I clenched my jaw, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't you?" her Sokovian accent got thicker the more cockier she became. "We know the weapon that killed our parents, can you say the same?" My heart stopped and she gave me a joyful smile, "Maybe it wasn't a weapon at all, but a cowardly, scared little girl."

My cheeks went hot and my eyes burned and it became hard to breath again. "That's enough," Steve ordered. "Right now, we need to stop Stark. All other disputes need to be put to rest." I gave the Maximoff girl one last look before turning around. I wanted to hate her, I really did, but she was right. At least she wasn't the monster who killed her parents, I was or I believed myself to be for the moment.

The truth is, I didn't really know what to think, all I wanted was the real story. And after this is all over, that's exactly what I'm going to find out.