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kaitlynlasbury: thank you for reviewing and that is a very interesting point. Unfortunately for Riley, she cannot use her telekinetic powers on herself, meaning she cannot make herself fly. She is only able to use the powers on herself when she puts telekinetic strength into her movements, like when she punches and other things. So the closest she can get to flying is that she can jump pretty long distances.

Chapter Eleven

The bot lead me to the old church, then turned and flew off with the sceptre. I sighed, not knowing how long I would have to wait for Ultron, and sat down in the huge chair in the centre of the room, untying the strings of my beanie.

Eventually Ultron showed up in his new body, removing a large maroon blanket from over his head, and HOLY SHIT he was tall.

"Hello again, little girl." He walked over. "I see you've waited for me."

"Hey." I replied with a smile.

He strode over to stand in front of the chair I was in, giving me an expectant look. His desires were clear on his face, but I pretended not to know what he wanted.

"Hmm?" I asked innocently.

"You're in my spot."

"Sorry." I raised my brows in a 'what can you do?' kind of way, giving a small shrug, but I didn't get off the chair.

He furrowed his metal brows, giving me a glare. "Move."

"Move where?"

He rolled his red eyes and shifted his weight to one foot, jutting his hip out.

"Ugh. Just move out of the chair already." He demanded, making an ushering movement with his hand that held the blanket.

I gave him a shit eating grin, tongue pinched between my teeth, and jumped off the seat. I knew that he towered over everyone, but when I was all but a few steps from him, I had to crane my head almost vertically just to make eye contact. I only came up to his hip. It was kind of embarrassing.

He gave an agitated sigh at my grin, and I walked around to the side of the chair, leaning my hip against the stone arm.

"So when are the Maximoffs gettin' here?"

"Very soon." He said, getting into the chair. "So don't be annoying. And don't get in the way."

Perched on the arm of the chair he was in, I rolled my eyes at him. "Oh, come on! I'm not that annoying!"

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Just don't draw attention to yourself. I need to have a word with them."

"I know, I know." I said, waving my hand dismissively. "I know every word you are goin' to say to them, and every word they are gonna say to you."

He looked at me, surprised.

"I've seen it." I explained.

"You're visions are that clear?"

Visions. I thought. They're not really visions, but I can't tell the truth about me or he'll get all weirded out and ask questions even I don't know the answer to.

I nod. "It's like that for all of them."

I get up during the beat of silence that falls while he thinks, and walk to the front of the chair, sitting cross legged on the floor by his legs where Wanda and Pietro wouldn't be able to see me when they walk in.

"Why are you on the floor, little girl?" I hear from him.

I start rubbing my fingers into the dirt on the floor. "Because the twins walk in from behind you and they would have seen me if I stayed where I was."

"Okay then," is all I get in response.

After another beat of silence, I tell him as I continue drawing shapes in the dirt, "You should put the blanket on."

He let out an amused chuckle. "I was just thinking that. Are you sure you aren't telepathic as well?"

"Pretty sure." I laughed. "But I'll let you know if I start hearing other peoples' thoughts."

I heard movement, and I knew he was pulling the material over his head. I started making the dirt float under my hand, watching as the little particles of dust moved through the air.

I soon heard footsteps coming up the stairs on the other side of the church. I let the dirt fall back onto the floor.

"Talk." I heard Wanda's accented voice say. "And if you're wasting our time…"

"Did you know this church is in the exact centre of the city?" Ultron interrupted.

Show off.

"The elders decreed it so everyone could be equally close to God." He paused. "I like that. The geometry of belief."

I heard light footsteps getting closer. I knew that is was Wanda because I was playing out the scene as I knew it would happen in my head.

"You're wondering why you can't look inside my head." Ultron figured.

Shit! What if she looks in mine instead?!

I hadn't even thought about that.

You fucking idiot, you could ruin everything!

I held my breath.

"Sometimes it's hard."

I quietly let out the breath I'd been holding as she continued without noticing my mind's presence.

"But sooner or later, every man shows himself."

Ultron rose to his feet beside me, the blanket falling from his figure, and faced the twins. I pictured their surprised faces, and Wanda stepping backwards towards Pietro.

"But you needed something more than a man." Said Ultron as he walked down the small steps to them. "That's why you let Stark take the sceptre."

"I didn't expect…" She looked him up and down. "But I saw Stark's fear. I knew it would control him. Make himself destruct."

"Everyone creates the thing they dread." Ultron walked around the chair to a place where we could see each other. "Men of peace create engines of war."

I mouthed every word he said, as he said it, with a smirk on my face. He shot me a small glare once he had noticed this, but giving nothing away to the twins.

"Invaders create Avengers."

I kept mouthing him. He turned away from me with a roll of his eyes and faced Wanda and Pietro.

"People create… smaller people? Uh…" He thought for a moment. "Children! I lost the word there. Children."

I rolled my eyes, scoffing at him silently.

"Designed to supplant them, to help them... end."

"Is that why you've come," Wanda asked. "To end the Avengers?"

I don't think so, Ultron, mate. That is so not gonna happen.

"I've come to save the world." Said Ultron, voice getting louder with- I wasn't sure-Pride?

"But also…" he added. "Yeah."

Knowing that Ultron now had the Maximoffs on his side, I knew it was okay to show myself.

I stood from the floor as Ultron paced back to the chair, grabbed the maroon quilt, and stood next to me.

Wanda and Pietro's eyes both widened, surprised at not having noticed me at all, but they said nothing. They shared an uncertain look then turned their gaze to me again. As I clasped my hands together with the same amount of uncertainty, rocking back and forth on my feet, I took a moment to look them over.

Pietro was very handsome; well built, taller than me, with dark hair that had turned white at the tips from his genetic enhancement and blue eyes. He always kept close to his sister, holding a protective stance.

And Wanda, well, she was just down right gorgeous. Big blue eyes than could turn glowing red, sharp facial features, plump lips and beautiful, fair skin. Not to mention she was deadly when she wanted to be. She was absolutely stunning.

It made me think that maybe being inhumanly good looking just ran in their genes.

I cleared my throat and looked to the ground, unsure of how to break the tension. I scratched the back of my neck under the hem of my beanie.

Awkwaaaaard.

"Hello." I heard Pietro speak for the first time since he got here, as if the awkward staring hadn't just happened.

I looked up, unclasping my hands and gave a friendly wave.

God, please help me with my first impression. I do not want them to dislike me.

I gave my best smile, gathering up more than enough courage.