A/N: For Ava's mind-warp, courtesy of Wanda; it'll be a tiny bit different. Since she has two identities, she'll have two that are slightly mixed together.

Avengers: Age of Ultron | Saviors | Mind Warped

Salvage Yard - African Coast

In a lake full of dirty water, a stationed tanker ship sits among another dozen ships. This ship in particular is owned by Ulysses Klaue - the arms dealer. The boat is jam packed with workers, mostly with colored skin, doing his dirty work - making missiles and other weaponry that he will later sell to the highest bidder.

In a small office inside, a place where he's able to observe every worker from a good distance - is the very man who runs the show.

"Don't tell me your man swindled you," Klaue yells in a pissed off manner, his hand against the glass of his wall-window as he speaks to the man on the other end of the phone line. He's having a conversation through speakerphones. "I sent you six short-range heat-seekers and got a boat full of rusted parts." His accent is clear in his voice; his attire is grubby and dirty like he hasn't had a chance for a shower in days. His hair is semi-long as if it hasn't been cut in over a year too and the brand on his neck is easier to see with the red trimmed lines around it.

Klaue turns towards his telephone, glaring at it with narrowed eyes as if the person is actually the phone itself. "Now," he starts, walking towards it with a pointed finger. "You will make it right or the next missile I send you will come very much faster." His finger slams down on the 'end' button, effectively ending the conversation with his last words floating in the air. Next, he takes another call, one he had to place on hold when the man he was just talking too, decided to upset his day.

Klaue starts to make a sickly smile on his lips. "Now Minister, where were we?" He starts to talk again, but before another word can be said on either his end or whoever this 'Minister' is - the power completely cuts out all throughout the ship. The whole boat plunges into darkness, making the guards who are higher up in the chain get out flashlights down below, making sure the men still do their work. Klaue just blinks, confused as to why that happened - this has never happened before on his boat. A feeling inside just knows that someone has tampered with his lighting system.

When the machine powers down as well, some of the men down below start to get more than a little antsy. Many of them don't like the darkness. The guards take control of them before any get too out of hand.

Klaue narrows his eyes, definitely knowing something is up now. But what is it?

His hand slowly makes its way over to the handgun laying on his desk; his eyes darting around with caution. He won't be made a fool. He looks towards the hallway, and just as he raises his gun towards the area, something moves - initializing his instinct to shoot. And he does; the only thing is that his bullet never hit anyone simply because a 'whoosh' sounds through the air and his body topples over slightly; the bullet is now sitting back on the desk.

Klaue takes a moment to readjust himself but turns when he hears a sigh from the corner. And standing there is a young male about half his own age, with bleach blonde to silver hair with the roots of a dark brown to it. He's a well-structured lad, probably very strong and has an aura of confidence and slight cockiness to him.

Another person decides to enter at that point, making his head turn towards the newcomer. It's a female, looking to be the same age as the other. Her hair is long and has a brown texture to it, but there seems to be some flakes of red mixed in when the emergency light above shines against her. The male keeps glancing at her, almost protectively. Klaue would have taken it to be maybe a good friend or lover relationship, but in this case, they look particularly similar. Siblings perhaps?

"Ahh, yes!" Klaue nods to himself, realizing who they are. The man Strucker and some pictures finally make their way up to his memory. "The enhanced." These must be the twin siblings that were spoken so highly of - the only two to survive the experiments. "Strucker's prize pupils." He doesn't seem to be worried about what might happen to himself - he feels completely eased and safe in his little cozy office. He knows they won't harm him - from what he can tell, they aren't killers like him…or Strucker. They just simply want long-awaited revenge.

He sits down on his swivel chair, leaning over to grab the small pot of mixed candies. He holds them out towards the twins, being abnormally polite. "Do you want a candy? Hmm?" He waits a moment, glancing between the two with a raised eyebrow, but neither make a move towards the sweets. They can't be filled with poison; he eats at least ten a day himself. After shrugging, he places the plate back on the desk - getting to business as usual. It's obvious they want something, and it's pretty clear from the moment he saw them that they aren't the ones in charge. So who is it if it isn't Strucker? He already knows the man is dead.

"I was sorry to hear about Strucker," he tells the twins, not really acting apologetic about it. He honestly couldn't care less about the man. He knew what he was getting into right from the stat. "But then, he knew what kind of world he was helping create," he speaks his mind with a grin. "Human life. Not a growth market." He notices a flicker in the male's eyes - Pietro the name is if he can remember correctly - he seems to glance towards his sister - they both have creased eyebrows, a sign of confusion. He starts to grin a little more, the poor bastard never told them the real truth. Poor things.

"You didn't know?" He taunts, leaning forwards so his elbows rest on his knees. "Is this your first time intimidating someone?" They are very lacking in that department if so. He shrugs again. "I'm afraid I'm not that afraid."

At that, the woman - Wanda - narrows her eyes towards him, taking a stride. "Everybody's afraid of something." Her accent comes out strong. Knowing her power best.

"Cuttlefish." Klaue stops her in her tracks; he gives her a point blank answer of what he's afraid of. Knowing that she can't use it to intimidate him since he knows about her power and what it'll do. Wanda looks at him a little weirdly when he says that, her head tilting to the side. "Deep sea fish. They make lights, disco lights…" he imitates a cuttlefish, using both his voice and hands to do so. "To hypnotize their prey, and then-" He makes a grabbing motion, indicating the cuttlefish has caught its prey. As he finishes, he looks between them. "I saw a documentary," he explains. "It was terrifying."

Another 'whoosh' sounds in the room, and in less than a millisecond, Pietro is now standing in his original spot placing a sweet in his mouth. He has gone and grabbed one of the previously offered candies on Klaue's desk.

Klaue just stares at him for a moment, before turning back to Wanda with a more serious façade. "So, if you're going to fiddle with my brain…and make me see a giant cuttlefish, then I know you don't do business. And I know you're not in charge." This time, he rises from his chair, puffing out his chest intimidatingly. "And I only deal…with the man in charge." Taking a few paced steps towards the twins.

As he speaks, the man never realizes a large robot man flying up to position himself just outside his glass window. The twin's eyes flicker over to the one they pretty much follow; Klaue doesn't pick this eye movement up. Never thinking that anything could be flying outside the window.

It's until the glass shatters behind him and his body flies through the air that it makes him aware of what is happening. He tumbles out into the hallway, landing harshly on his back with a groan. Shards of glass pierce his skin painfully, making horrible grunts fill the air.

The robot now crouches over Klaue's body. "There is now man in charge," he tells the man, ignoring the fact that he has hurt the man he wants to do business with. His eyes glimmer ruby red, piercing Klaue right down to his very soul. "Let's talk business."

….

Away from the office, Klaue brings everyone down to where he hides all his Vibranium. With the value it holds in every market around the world, he knows that keeping it hidden and safe away from prying hands and eyes is a must. He went through a lot to get all this for himself; even if he had help from a girl all those years ago.

An area that is locked all the time; Klaue punches his code into a secret machine, and slowly but surely, a hidden second level starts to appear - almost as if this hidey hole is an elevator. A cupboard with a secret second level. Only his code will work in getting to the Vibranium. There's a lot of it too; all within tubes. Here and there he'll sell one or two when his income is becoming low - it's a great source of money when needed. And he always has a juicy buyer willing for more.

Klaue grabs a tube from the display before passing it over to the robot; Ultron, as he had been told. Wanda and Pietro are looking at the substance with slight interest, but something under their skin doesn't feel right - Ultron hasn't actually given them a full answer to where the rest of the Vibraniun will be going. They know he wants to make himself a better suit to wear - but where will the rest of this strong metal go?

Ultron grins, looking down at the tube with accomplishment. "Upon this rock, I will build my church." He holds it up so the light from the emergency power shines against it. It looks beautiful to him and soon his plan will commence. "Vibranium." After a moment, he chucks it over to Pietro who catches it with one hand.

"You know," Klaue begins, looking a little nervous knowing that this robot is indeed more than capable of killing him. Even his lackey behind him won't be able to do anything; this robot can tear everyone on this boat apart with ease. "It came at a great personal cost," he says, rubbing the brand against his neck with unease, remembering back to the day he got it. He looks back up to Ultron, more confidently speaking. "It's worth billions." He wants his fair share of the money if this machine wants his Vibranium.

Ultron just looks at him, before chuckling. His head suddenly tilts back, his eyes closing for just a moment. A second later, his eyes reopen to stare back at Klaue. "Now so are you," he replies.

A cell phone 'buzz' fills the air; it comes from the lackey's pocket. "It's all under your dummy holdings. Finance is so weird." Klaue looks over towards the phone, it's the one that's connected to all his accounts that deal with both his outgoing and incoming payments. From what he's seeing here; he's getting wire transfers of millions and billions of dollars.

"But I always say 'Keep your friends rich and your enemies rich, and wait to find out which is which.'" As Ultron finishes his sentence; both Klaue and his lackey slowly look up at him with narrowed eyes - both hearing that verse before - from the playboy billionaire, Tony Stark. An assumption begins to brew in their guts; he must be one of Tony Stark's robots. This must be a ploy of some kind.

"Stark," Klaue says bluntly.

Ultron is confused. "What?"

Klaue almost sneers as he says, "Tony Stark used to say that to me." He hates the guy with full contempt. "You're one of his."

His own look of sickness and hatred forms on Ultron's face. "What? I'm not…" he exclaims, getting pissed off faster than ever at the horrible statement. He's angry - never make a robot like him angry. Ultron reaches forwards and grabs Klaue's arm; he slings it up in the air so the man is unable to protect it. Klaue grunts at the action and before his lackey can pull the trigger to his gun, Wanda stops him with her telekinesis. This time, Ultron is the one to sneer with hatred. "I'm not. You think I'm one of Stark's puppets? His hollow men? I mean, look at me. Do I look like Iron Man?

"Stark is nothing!" Ultron doesn't even realize what he has done until the moment his arm shoots downwards, slicing Klaue's arm off. Klaue yells in agony and stumbles backwards with his decapitated arm now laying dead on the ground. Ultron now has the decency to have a little sympathy for what he has caused, but anger still brews underneath the surface. "I'm sorry…I'm, oh! I'm sure that's going to be okay," he assures the pained man. "I'm sorry. It's just that I don't understand. Don't compare me to Stark!" He roars. He kicks Klaue in the face and the man goes tumbling down the stairs; a set that has been behind him.

"It's a thing with me. Stark is…he's a sickness!"

"Ah, Junior," a new voice enters the area; Tony Stark's cocky tone. Both Ultron and the Maximoff twins turn towards him, and they watch as he touches down on the small bridge connecting the two sides. Behind Tony is Thor, Captain America, and Sergeant America. Also, much to the Maximoff's surprise, they see the Winter Soldier standing with them too. They can tell it's her by both the familiar clothing and just by her face. She wasn't wearing a mask when they last saw her, and that was many years ago now.

Pietro and Wanda glance at each other, both their eyes widen by seeing Winter standing there…with the Avengers. They can't help but tell small differences to the woman they are seeing. She looks less emotionless and her hair has grown a lot longer. Her attire is a little different but still the same, more modern as far as they can tell and she stands closer to those American Heroes everyone in the world knows about.

"You're gonna break your old man's heart."

Pietro throws the tube of Vibranium to the side; too interested in the scene in front of him. He's interested in the scene in front of him. He's interested to see why Winter, a woman who both recruited him and his sister, and stayed with them for a period of time is now standing with people she used to call the enemy. Is this a trick?

Wanda had the bigger connection to Winter the moment they met; she looked up to her. And when she disappeared, it hurt. She doesn't understand the scene in front of her - did someone use her own powers against her to envision this sight?

"If I have to," Ultron says.

"Winter?" Wanda is the first to speak, but her voice isn't so strong like before. It sounds hurt and hesitant. "Is that you?" She can feel Pietro standing closer to her.

Avery looks over to them, trying not to flinch at the killer's name. The name Winter just makes her think of all the bad things she's done in her lifetime, all the people she's killed. She really needs to work on trying to be more comfortable with being called that again. She knows that being an Avengers, and having that as her second name will have to make her get over the troubles. "Yeah, Wanda," she tries to muster up a smile, but just seeing the twins standing there on Ultron's side makes the anger for herself grow. It's all her fault that the twins are in this kind of life. They should be in school, growing up like regular kids and living young adult lives. Not fighting a war, they shouldn't have to get involved, no matter how much they want to. "It's me."

Ultron looks over to her. "Ah, yes," he nods, looking Avery up and down. He read all the files on this woman just like with all the other Avengers - but hers were a little more interesting. "Avery Rogers, or better known as The Winter Soldier. The killer, the torturer and the assassinator. There are many words that describe you, Commander. But mainly, you were just Hydra's tool for destruction."

Ava makes her face emotionless, trying not to let any of those words get to her.

Thor is the one to speak afterwards, not wanting today to become a blood bath.

"Nobody has to break anything - no one has to fight."

Ultron turns to him, retorting. "Clearly you've never made an omelet."

Tony looks to his fellow Avengers next to him. "He beat me by one second." Obviously about to say the exact same thing as Ultron had.

"Ah, yes. He's funny. Mr. Stark," Pietro finally speaks, looking sarcastic with his words but his eyes do flicker over to Avery. They never knew her name was Avery Rogers, why had she not told them? They shared a lot about themselves with her - so why didn't she? He moves to stand beside Ultron, in front of his sister. "It's what? Comfortable?" Gesturing down to the already prepared missiles underneath the bridge they stood on. Remembering back to what happened to him and his sister back when they were just little kids. "Like old times?"

Tony shakes his head, currently inside his Iron Man suit. "This was never my life," he denies.

Bucky takes a step forward, looking between the twins. "You two can still walk away from this," he tells them, hoping they'll walk away from this fight. None of them want to see these two hurt after everything they've been through - whether they were with Strucker or not in the beginning - it doesn't matter. Ultron is the thing that needs putting down right now.

Wanda looks at him, nodding her head with a teasing purse to her lips. "Oh, we will."

Steve tries this time. "We know you've suffered-" Ultron stops him with something between a scoff and a gagging sound coming out of his robotic mouth.

"Captain America and Sergeant America," Ultron draws with an amused tone. "God's righteous men. Pretending you could live without a war. I can't physically throw up in my mouth, but-" Thor interrupts his mini-speech.

"If you believe in peace," Thor overrides him. "Then let us keep it."

Ultron takes a step towards the group. "I think you're confusing 'peace' with 'quiet.'"

"Uh-huh," Tony nods but directs the subject somewhere else instead. "What's the Vibranium for?" Asking the one question that's on every Avengers mind, ever since they found out it was Vibranium that Ultron and the twins are after.

"I'm glad you asked that," he replies, looking pleased that someone has finally asked about it. He's very boastful, much like Tony Stark - he shifts into a different position but moves again, a little closer towards Tony. "Because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan."

Ava moves in front of Bucky and Steve a little, able to sense a foreboding feeling brewing in her fut. Something about Ultron moving slightly makes her a little on edge; she can almost sense the incoming fight ahead.

And she's right; suddenly Ultron thrusts his arm and uses some kind of force to throw Tony back into the metal door behind them; the others have to duck so they won't get hit. They know Tony will be okay; his suit can take a whole lot of damage before anything gets to the soft center; him. At this point; as Tony flies back towards Ultron to fight him - Ultron's own henchmen bots join the party as well as men with guns on Klaue's side.

Ava throws one of the bots into the wall with her metal arm after having more than a few tumbles with it; the impact of hitting the wall makes a dent. But the machine doesn't die, although she never expects it to. Apart from using her arm as a weapon; she has some kind of baton with an electrical charge running through it. She ends the life of her robot by thrusting the weapon up its core - electrifying it so much that its power source bursts.

As the robot drops to the floor; Ava feels herself fly into the wall, but to the other side of the bridge, down below a couple of levels. She grunts painfully as the impact hits her human arm rather than the metal one. She looks over her body, about to jump up but she feels another type of force pinning her down. She can see flickers of a mist covering her body; that's what the force is. "Wanda." She already knows who can do something like this.

When Ava's head turns towards the footsteps in front, she can already see Wanda standing there. The younger girl looks to her, her eyes glimmering apologetically but they are guarded at the same time. "I'm sorry," she says softly before her eyes glow a brighter red, her hand reaching slightly before a flick of her wrist sends the mist buzzing around Avery's head.

The last thing Ava sees of the real world is Bucky and Steve throwing their shields towards two of the men with guns a few levels above; after that, her whole state of mind changes along with the scenery.

In a darkened room; a single silver table with various medical equipment surrounds the area. The atmosphere is cold and disinfected; the sterile smell is putrid. On the metal table, sitting in the middle of the room like a piece of art - is Avery. She wears a white dress, splattered with blood, both old and new. Her hair is matted and filled with grease like she hasn't been able to shower in days.

Her eyes slowly open and her heart rate speeds up, realizing she's strapped to a very familiar table. Her breathing hardens, coming out almost in gasps.

"Help!" She screams, the door is bolted shut as she struggles in the binds. Even her metal arm doesn't seem to help her at all. Her human wrist starts to become sore; scratches start to appear on the skin.

"Oh, my dear…you really shouldn't get so worked up," a voice comes out of nowhere - one that she hasn't heard in so long. "It won't do you any good, will it?"

Ava stops the moment she hears the voice. No, it can't be. "Dad?" She breaths, tears lining her orbs. Her head turns towards the slow moving footsteps; and the face of someone she long-thought dead is now standing under a single light shining from the ceiling. It's the man she remembers with his dark, more than a little scruffy hair and those soft piercing eyes she remembers, are now cold and distant. A horrible smirk she has only seen on someone like Pierce or Dr. Zola appears on his lips. She has to blink a couple of times; but still, he stands there in the same suit he wore the day he died, his hand slips into his pockets as he gazes down at her with a triumphant look.

Her father - Adrian - nods. "Yes, Avery." His smirk broadens. "I'm back."

Ava's mouth opens and closes for a moment, before finally finding the will to talk. "What are you-?" She can't think of anything to say. All she can see is her father standing in Zola's position.

"You didn't really think I'd miss everything I've worked for did you?" He speaks for her, finally taking out his hands, placing them on the side of the metal table as his face leans towards hers. "I knew my serum would work for Hydra; after all, I'm the reason you're still alive in the world today as you are."

A few tears make their way down her paled cheeks. "Why?" She chokes.

He grins mercifully. "Hail Hydra." He picks up a scalpel. "Now, let's see how well your healing abilities are…" Avery seals her eyes shut tightly, her head twisting the other way to avoid looking at her father - the one she has looked up to her whole life, even after his demise by a bullet all those years ago.

And for the first time in her life, she screams in terror as her own father cuts deep into her skin.

In reality, Ava is now leaning against the wall, her eyes staring into space. She doesn't blink, she just stares at nothing. No grip on reality is in her grasp - her mind is somewhere else.

"Ava!" Bucky calls, seeing her over there. He's gasping with relief, having just come out his little vision Wanda so gracefully gave him. Wanda may be a young adult, but her abilities are unbelievably powerful. She was able to make him experience his fear; and that was watching Avery die in his arms, not being able to do anything about it. So seeing Ava here; and although he hasn't fully realized she's currently in her own little horror world, the relief of knowing she's alive sets in deep.

He skids across the floor, now sitting on his calves as he takes in her blank position. She has her arms wrapped loosely around her legs and doesn't even react to his presence - not even by his voice. "Ava?!" He starts to pat her face lightly, not wanting to startle or hurt her. But even that doesn't wake her up. "Ava, wake up - it's not real," he pleads for her to snap out of it, but Wanda's power is too strong.

A tear rolls down her cheek, still trapped in her head.

Ava finds herself in a hallway; metal doors along the walls every few feet apart. She's running down them; her breath heaving within gasps. She runs, and runs…but it's as if the hallway just keeps on going.

"Ava…" a voice echoes down the hallway, a very familiar one. It's pained, a need driven in its tone. "Avery…help…" another one sounds, but his voice is lower than the other.

Ava skids to a halt; her cheeks are stained with the tears, and scar marks are spread all over her bloodied body. She looks like something out of a horror movie. "James? Steve?" Her voice comes out with a crack when she realizes who's calling her; her head spins around and in front of her is now a single door with the words 'EXPERIMENTATION ROOM' engraved on a silver plaque.

With a shaky hand, she twists the doorknob and swings the door open. Her eyes widen, seeing something horrific, something that'll only happen in her worst nightmares. "No!" She screams in agony, her hand covering her mouth with a sob.

There stands herself as The Winter Soldier, she holds a knife in her hand that drips with crimson liquid. Next to her is a large silver table with other instruments, all covered with blood. The Winter Soldier wears a smirk, one that looks identical to Dr. Zola's when he realizes his plan is working. That Hydra has completely made the ultimate weapon.

The part that makes her scream more is the two lifeless bodies hanging from the ceiling by ropes, their feet never touching the ground. Their throats are slit; several gruesome marks and bullet holes are covering every inch of the skin. Their skin is pale…no heartbeat whatsoever.

James and Steve.

Her worst nightmare has come true.

She has killed her two boys.

She truly is a monster.