Hey guys! Thanks for all of the reviews! I love what you have to say, I take your reviews to heart. I edited the chapter out a little bit because of what someone said (about Loki sexually assaulting Tyra.) In the last chapter, I can't exactly remember, but I think it was when Tyra bumped into Pietro, and she was like "Why do all villains have to be hot?!" I'm pretty sure I mentioned Loki, so I decided to edit that out of the chapter. Don't get me wrong, Loki is hot as hell, but I mean, technically Loki sexually assaulted Tyra during the battle of New York situation. Shit like that is horrible and whoever wrote that anonymous review, thank you for pointing this out to me. You're absolutely right, it's unforgivable and I never meant it to sound that way, so please forgive me. I took that little sentence out of the chapter, made some tiny changes to it. Anyway, other than that, I'm ready to move on from this. Sooo, enjoy this chapter!
I barely had time to think when the Iron Legion robots began to attack us. Before I could do anything, or even react to the situation, I was tackled and found myself behind the minibar with Bruce and Natasha.
"Holy shit..." I gasped.
Natasha got out a hidden gun from beneath the counter, shooting at the Iron Legion robots and glancing over at Bruce every few seconds.
"Keep an eye on him, Stark. I'll be right back." Natasha spoke seriously.
I mean...I can't die, so shouldn't I be the one going out there?
When Natasha suddenly leaves, I simply nodded and crawled over to Bruce and felt broken glass dig into my knees. Bruce shut his eyes tightly, trying to remain calm and not Hulk out.
That was the last thing we needed in the penthouse right now.
"Hey. Bruce, look at me." I held his face in my hands. "You're gonna be fine. Natasha will be fine...everything's gonna be okay."
Bruce opened his green tinted eyes, looking afraid of me for a brief second until I realized that I was the one making him nervous. I could tell that Bruce was still a little nervous being with me alone because of the vision I had involving the Hulk nearly killing me.
"Listen. That vision of mine isn't going to happen, Bruce." I felt tears springing in my eyes. "I can see that look you're giving me. You won't hurt me."
We both jumped when we heard something crash into the wall nearby. I hugged Bruce and felt him returning the hug as well.
"It's okay...you're doing so good. You're amazing and you can handle this." I pulled back to smile.
I glanced up over the minibar to see that most of the Iron Legion was destroyed, and all that remained was Ultron. Bruce and I slowly stood up together joining the others.
"That was dramatic. I know you mean well...you just didn't think it through. You want to protect the world, but you don't want it to change. How is humanity saved if it's not allowed to evolve? Look at these...these puppets."
Ultron gestured to the destroyed hunks of what was left of the Iron Legion.
"There's only one path to peace: The Avengers' extinction."
Thor threw the hammer at Ultron, destroying his body.
I doubt that's the last we've heard from Ultron...
We were down in the lab, trying to figure out what the next plan of action was. Before we could do that though, we needed to figure out how Ultron even managed to accomplish this. As far as I knew, all of those tests involving Ultron had failed. If there was any sign of success, JARVIS would have notified us.
"Ultron could have assimilated JARVIS. This isn't strategy, this is rage." Bruce spoke up.
"It's going around." Clint mumbled, glancing over at Thor.
Thor looked outraged as he stormed over to my father and lifted him into the air by grabbing his neck.
"Come on, use your words, buddy." Dad choked out.
"I have more than enough words to describe you Stark." Thor glared at him.
"Put him down, hot stuff." I warned Thor.
Thor stared at me in confusion before reluctantly putting my father back to the ground.
"Thor, the legionnaire?" Steve asked.
"The trail went cold about 100 miles out, but was heading north. It also has the scepter and now we have to retrieve it. Again." Thor grumbled.
"I don't understand, you built this program. Why is it trying to kill us?" Dr. Cho glanced over at my dad.
My dad let out a laugh, finding this amusing in some way.
"You think this is funny?" Steve scoffed.
"No. It's probably not, right? This is very terrible. Is it...is it so terrible?" My dad chuckled.
"This could have been avoided if you didn't play with something you didn't understand- -" Thor grew angry.
"I'm sorry. This is funny! It's a hoot. That you don't get why we need this." My dad started to get worked up.
Oh brother here we go...
"Tony, maybe now isn't the time..." Bruce mumbled lowly.
"Really?! You just roll over and show your belly every time somebody snarls?!" My dad looked at Bruce in disbelief.
"Only when you've created a fucking murder bot!" I joined in. "Don't get angry with Bruce! You guilt tripped him into doing this project with you! Why do you think I said no to this?!"
My dad looked at me as if I'd betrayed him, but I couldn't possibly care at this point.
"We didn't...we weren't even close...were we? To an interface?" He sighed as he turned to Bruce.
"Well you did something right. Something right here." I said.
Everyone stared at us, knowing that this was probably the first time I was against my father about something.
But he had it coming this time.
"I defended you! I've defended you so many times with the shit you've done! The Avengers were supposed to be different from SHIELD! This seems like a weapon HYDRA would create for crying out loud! A weapon that you can't control! That's what I've been molded into! A weapon. It's what the Maximoff's are! I literally cannot believe you right now!" I grew upset.
"Does anyone remember when Tyra decided to carry a nuke through the wormhole?!" My dad asked everyone. "The armor had a live feed on it, I got a glimpse of what everything looked like before Tyra's suit shut down...does no one remember that?"
That's what this is all about?!
"No, it's never come up." Rhodey said sarcastically.
"She saved New York and almost died for it?"
"Never heard that before."
"Recall that a hostile alien army came charging through a hole in space. We were standing 300 feet below it. We're the Avengers, we can bust arms dealers all day long, but that's the end game. How were you planning to defeat them?" My dad asked.
"Together." Steve answered.
"We'll lose." He muttered.
"Then we'll do that together too." Steve merely replied.
"I can't believe that's what all of this was about. I still died not long after the battle of New York! You know how I died? It wasn't from an alien army...it was from a mad man that thought he could play god." I glared at dad.
Dad looked at me, tears springing into his eyes.
"We need to find Ultron before he's ready for us. It's only a matter of time." Steve put his hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me down and get me away from my dad. "Is there anything you three know about Ultron?" Steve glanced at my father, Bruce, and myself.
"He escaped through the internet, but we don't know where he is. He could be anywhere." Bruce mumbled.
I glared at my dad again, wiping my eyes as I stormed out of the room, afraid that if I was in the room with him any longer...
I'd hurt him.
I was out on the balcony near wrecked up the penthouse, smoking a cigarette for the first time in my entire life. I only had one so far, mostly because I felt like alcohol wouldn't do much for me this time. I needed to be sober if I was going to be any help at locating Ultron.
"So you smoke now? That's a first."
Steve...
"Steve, if you know what's good for you, you better leave me alone." I didn't bother turning around.
"So we're making threats now?" He lightly teased, trying to ease the tension.
Steve grabbed the cigarette from my hand and put it out.
"You shouldn't get into that habit. It's hard to quit." Steve warned me.
"What's it matter? I can't die anymore." I scoffed.
"I understand that you're upset, but you- -"
"Need to calm down? I'm so fucking calm, can't you tell?!" I snapped.
"Tyra, that's enough!" Steve yelled.
I flinched at his tone and closed my eyes.
"We need to stick together and you need to be able to work around your father. I've never seen you act like that even when he's messed up, none of us have."
"You don't get it, Steve." I glared at him. "He's done so many stupid things in his life, but this by far is the worst of them all. He's literally going to kill all of us because he lets his damn fears control him. I knew I should have gotten down that passageway faster. Wanda probably got into his head, just like she got into my head."
"What are you saying here?"
"I'm saying that she let him take the scepter after being shown his worst fear." I concluded. "She knew that it would result with Ultron!"
"You can't know that for sure- -"
"You're really going to try and deny it?! I'm just seeing everything for how it is now! Seriously Steve, think about it! Take a few minutes and really think about it. The Maximoff's hate my father, they wanted him dead. They also hate the Avengers, so it was like knocking down two birds with one stone."
Steve fell silent and glanced down at me.
"We have to work together, Tyra. Despite all of the facts...it doesn't matter right now." Steve mumbled.
"I know...just give me a second..." I took a deep breath. "You know, I actually wanted to hurt him."
"I know you did. I'm sure Thor would have helped you hold him down and everything." Steve faintly smiled.
I let out a chuckle after picturing it in my head.
"So was that what happened back in Sokovia? When we brought you back to the Quinjet..."
"Yeah...Wanda showed me my worst fear." I nodded. "What's weird about it was that I didn't really have time to be afraid of anything, I didn't know I had a fear. The only thing I feel like I'd be afraid of is watching all of you die and not being able to do anything about it."
"You know that'll never happen." Steve assured me.
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Steve." I mumbled.
"So what did you see?" Steve looked curious. "It's definitely alright if you don't want to tell me- -"
"It was like I was brought back in time. When my father was kidnapped in Afghanistan...I was being treated like a mentally unstable person and because I was 'just a kid' no one would believe me when I kept telling people that someone tried to kill me. The guy that was hired by Stane covered his tracks and tried making it seem like it was a suicide attempt. It was probably the worst time of my life and it was when I was most alone. But this time, instead of my father coming back though...he died." I answered.
Steve grabbed my hand, gently squeezing it as we both looked over the balcony and looked into the city.
"Pepper and Rhodey were trying to take me away after that, because I was having another 'episode' and I missed taking some meds for my so called depression. They kept telling me that the Avengers weren't real...I was losing it." I finished.
"I'm sorry that happened to you. And I'm not saying that out of pity or anything, but because you never should have had to go through something like that at that age."
"Yeah, it's already bad that I don't have a mother, she's in a different realm for crying out loud, but losing my dad...I feel like that would have been worse. I yelled at him before he left for Afghanistan...it's possibly my biggest regret in life. I was just lucky he came home at all. It was like a miracle...a second chance." I mumbled softly.
"Then don't push him away again."
I looked at Steve in surprise, feeling tears prickling in my eyes.
"Go to him, make up with him. He's not just your father...he's your best friend. Don't bother trying to deny that because anyone with eyes can see the bond you two have." Steve told me.
"You're right." I cracked a smile. "Even when he messes up...I guess I'll always be there for him. I can't stay mad at that idiot for too long."
I squeezed Steve's hand again before walking back inside and making my way back into the lab. Bruce was running some calculations, trying to find out where Ultron could be, but my dad looked like a complete mess as he sat in his chair. When he spotted me, I could see him blink away tears. I stood in front of him and stared down at him, ready to apologize. He merely closed his eyes and put his forehead against my stomach, afraid I was only here to lecture him some more. I smiled as I placed my hand on his head, running my fingers through his hair to comfort him as I gently hugged him.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you. I was just angry. We'll figure this out. Together."
He pulled back a little to look up at me and gave me a small smile.
"Yeah...together. Sounds good." He mumbled.
You know, this is just tiring...I could seriously use a vision right about now.
I slammed another paper file to the table and groaned in frustration.
"You alright there?" Natasha raised an eyebrow.
"This is ridiculous! I haven't had a single vision, nothing, zilch, nada! I am so done looking through these damn files!"
"Language!" Clint scolded me.
"Bite me." I stuck my tongue out at him. "I'm seriously going to laugh if we're gonna keep going with this gag though. I'll even get a swear jar." I smirked.
Natasha high-fived me and let out a laugh.
"Why didn't I think of that before?" Natasha grinned.
We noticed that everyone came back into the room and became focused again on the task at hand.
"You find Ultron?" Natasha asked.
"No." Steve sighed.
I noticed a tablet that Steve was holding and snatched it from his hands. It was an image of a very dead Strucker. My dad as well as the others came over, also seeing the picture.
"Well shit. Ultron's sending us a message." I muttered.
"And he did a Banksy at the crime scene just for us." Dad spoke.
"This is a smoke screen. Why leave a message when you've just given a speech?" Natasha said.
"I've been looking through all of these paper files, guys. Any information we had on Strucker is gone." I gestured to the table covered with files.
Bruce came over to see what I was looking through and flipped through the files.
"Well...these people are all horrible." Bruce commented.
"Wait."
My dad stopped us and took a file from Bruce and I.
"I knew that guy from back in the day. He operates off of the African coast in black market arms." He recalled.
Steve folded his arms as he glared at my dad suspiciously.
"There were conventions, I met people. I didn't sell him anything." My dad defended. "He was talking about finding something new, a game changer. It was all very Ahab..."
"What is this?" Thor pointed at the man's neck in the picture.
I glanced closely noticing that it wasn't exactly a tattoo.
A brand maybe?
"It's not a tattoo. It's a brand." I said.
"Anyone know what it means?" Clint asked.
"Yeah, Tyra's right, that's a brand." Bruce nodded. "Hold on, the computer should know."
Bruce took the image and went over to scan it. He translated the meaning of the brand through some program. At least we were finally getting somewhere though.
"Found it. It's a word in an African dialect meaning thief, in a much less friendly way." Bruce informed us.
"What dialect?" Steve asked.
"Waka...Wakanda?" Bruce tried pronouncing.
"If that guy got out of Wakanda with some of their trade goods..."
I perked up, finally recognizing the name of the country.
Wakanda's leader gave some vibranium to Howard Stark, it was used for Steve's shield.
"I thought your father said he got the last of it." Steve mumbled.
"I don't follow, what comes out of Wakanda exactly?" Bruce seemed confused.
"Vibranium. Dear old grandpa Stark used it to make Steve's shield." I said.
"Where is that guy now?" Steve asked Bruce.
"That I know." Bruce looked at the computer again.
"Where?"
"Salvage Yard off the African Coast." Bruce answered.
"You sure?"
"He's done business there for the past couple of years. People will talk about stuff they shouldn't when they think no one is listening." Bruce added.
"Everybody suit up and be on the jet in thirty minutes."
I looked at the location of the salvage yard, noticing that it was near a city. The city itself looked all to familiar to me.
Oh no...Wanda is gonna get to Bruce.
"What's wrong?" Clint noticed the look of fear on my face. "Kid, what is it?"
I wrapped my arms around myself, growing nervous immediately.
"We can't let Bruce get anywhere near Wanda." I muttered.
Clint perked up, realizing what I meant by that.
"You mean...your vision...it happens there?"
"It's near a city, Clint. I think I know my shit by now. I mean unless that's a big coincidence..."
"All we gotta do is be cautious. Don't let the Maximoff's near Banner, and everything will go okay." Clint put his hand on my arm. "I'll keep an eye out for them."
I nodded, trying to take a deep breath before moving to go get suited up.
Here goes nothing.
After getting to the cargo ship, I stayed behind with Bruce, the two of us tense from being near each other, fearing that something was going to go wrong.
"Bruce. If you don't stop tapping your foot like that, I'm literally going to go insane." I chuckled.
"How can you be here with me, knowing what might happen? You might not be as lucky in your vision, I can kill you. You do know this right?" Bruce glared at me.
"Bitch, please. You can't kill me." I smirked.
Bruce remained serious, rolling his eyes at my joke.
"Tyra. I don't want to hurt you. You should just leave me here." Bruce told me.
"I told you that it ain't gonna happen. All I have to do is keep Wanda away from you. All Pietro can do is annoy you by knocking you off of your feet. I've got this, Bruce. I know what to expect now." I assured him.
Bruce sighed and leaned back in his seat.
"You're really set on staying, huh?" Bruce folded his arms.
"Bruce, you're my friend. I care about you so much. You guys are my family. I'll protect you with my damn life whether you like it or not."
I got out of the Quinjet for some fresh air, also keeping myself on guard and watching out for the twins.
What the hell?
A flash of white and black ran past me.
Huh...it's normally blue. Is he wearing a new outfit or something?
My eyes widened as I finally realized what that blur was.
"MAXIMOFF!"
I felt my hands light up on fire as I looked around, making sure I was blocking the entrance to the Quinjet.
"Get your ass out here before I decide to light it on fire!" I yelled.
"What's going on?" Bruce asked worriedly.
"Stay in the Quinjet, I've got this." I replied.
I walked forward a few steps before Pietro sped up in front of me, the same devious smirk on his face.
"I thought you were hot before, Stark, but this is just ridiculous." Pietro winked at me.
I blushed as I realized he was talking about my newly found fire powers and I put out the flames.
"Stop trying to be cute, roadrunner. Where's Wanda?" I folded my arms.
"Wanda...Wanda...name is not familiar. I do not have good English I am afraid." He said.
"Well your English will get really good in a second." I glared at him.
I started walking over to Pietro, growing very angry by the second.
"Is that so?" Pietro eyed my body.
"You think you're very charming don't you?" I scoffed. "It won't work a second time- -"
"I could hear you whimper from my touch last time, printesâ." Pietro purred.
"Only because I haven't- -Hell, I don't even have a boyfriend because I've never had time for it! Cut me some slack here! It does not help with you looking the way you do." I rambled.
"I am sorry to hear that. You are quite attractive." He smiled.
Pietro's face was inches from mine, his hand caressing my cheek, his thumb brushing my bottom lip softly.
"NOPE! Not this time!"
I shook my head frantically, pushing Pietro away from me.
"You're doing a shit job of distracting me! It's not gonna work! I thought you were a decent guy before, but I don't even know anymore- -"
My eyes shut when I felt Pietro's lips against mine and practically moaned.
HEY! SNAP OUT OF IT!
I grabbed Pietro's face, pulling his lips from mine and stared at him lovingly before glaring at him and headbutting our heads together. Pietro groaned from the pain, stumbling back away from me.
"Not this time, buddy! You may be one hot piece of ass, but I've got a job to do!"
I backed into the Quinjet, checking on Bruce to see that he was actually fine so far.
Wait...that was a little too easy...WAIT A DAMN MINUTE- -
FLASH!
I snapped out of my daze, realizing that there was red energy flowing throughout the Quinjet.
SHIT! Wanda made that fucking illusion! IT LOOKED SO REAL! WHYYYY?!
I ran over to Bruce, noticing that his eyes flashed red before they turned into a greenish color. I panicked as Bruce was hunched over, his breathing growing more deeper and rapid by the second. I already knew what was coming, and it was not good at all.
"Bruce! Bruce, it's okay, it's just me! Bruce, listen, you have to calm down! Don't let her get into your head!" I ran over to him.
Bruce stared at me with wide eyes and shoved me out of the Quinjet after giving me a sad look that I knew all too well.
Bruce was about to transform into the Hulk.
"Bruce!" I cried.
Shit I failed big time!
I froze as the Hulk stormed out of the Quinjet and stood in front of me. Hulk looked ready to kill and I knew I couldn't allow him to leave.
But how do I stop him without dying exactly?
Hulk stomped forward one step at a time towards me, waiting to see if I would make a move to stop him, or even challenge him. I raised my hands in defense as I got up from the ground slowly.
"Hulk...hey. It's just me." I lowered my voice, trying to remain calm. "Listen, I can't let you leave while you're like this...angry I mean..."
Hulk glared at me as he lowered his face towards mine. I could feel his breath fanning my face as he got closer towards me.
"Hulk, it's just me, Tyra. I know I'm not Natasha, but I'm your friend, I would never go against you." I pleaded with him. "You're good, Hulk. I know you are."
For a second, Hulk seemed conflicted and confused, unsure of how to react. I gently placed my smaller hand on his gigantic closed up fist. He grew defensive at first, but after showing no sign of attacking him, he began relaxing at my touch.
"That's it. You're doing good." I smiled at him.
Now...how does Natasha do the lullaby thing?
"Uh...the sun's getting real low." I recited, remembering Natasha's lullaby. "Um...would it be okay if I hugged you? Or is that too much? You look like you could be a hugger."
I moved slowly as I went up and wrapped my arms around Hulk, feeling him tense up at the gesture.
"It's okay buddy...you'll get through this. I won't let anyone hurt you." I mumbled softly.
"Your effort is futile, Stark." Wanda spoke up.
My eyes opened immediately, noticing the look of anger on Hulk's face as soon as he spotted Wanda. I backed away from Hulk and stood in front of him protectively.
"If you don't wanna die. I suggest you stop what you're thinking about doing." I warned her. "This isn't a game, do not piss him off."
"So how was your little dream? I did not know you harbored such feelings for my brother." Wanda smirked. "It was easy to manipulate you."
I laughed, knowing Wanda probably wanted me to be embarrassed.
If she wants to play that game, fine.
"What is so funny?" Her smirk faded as she now glared at me.
"The dream was fantastic! I mean, I know this is awkward considering he's your twin, but...damn. He's got one nice ass." I taunted. "What? Did you expect me to act like a teenage girl in high school? All embarrassed? I'm a girl, I'm allowed to look."
"I have a nice ass?" Pietro spoke up, a teasing grin on his face.
"What? You think I'm lying? Have you looked in a mirror lately?" I winked at him.
Hulk stared at me with a look of confusion on his face and growled, finding this annoying.
"I would tell you to smash them, Hulk, but it's not worth it." My playful attitude vanished as I grew serious again. "I should thank you guys really."
"And why is that?" Wanda stared at me suspiciously.
"When you showed me my worst fear, I was reminded of something. Listen, I won't hold it against you, I've learned that hating someone is a waste of time. I forgive you." I told Wanda sincerely. "But you don't need to do this, you still have a chance to get away from this- -"
Wanda grew angry, her eyes and hands glowing red from her powers as she used them again on Hulk. Before I knew what was coming, Hulk's huge hand wraps around my waist, lifting me towards him while squeezing the life out of me.
"Hulk! You're stronger than this! Don't let her do this to you!" I cried.
Shit...this was worse than my vision. The pain is unbelievable
I gasped as I could feel a lot of bones break. It was gross actually hearing my bones break one by one, it was like one of those moments when you heard someone scratch a chalkboard or step on potato chips where you couldn't help but wince at the noise, I can't quite explain it...
But it was that sickening crunch that made me want to throw up.
Pietro stepped forward, looking anxious to do something. Wanda only stared at him in confusion.
"Wanda, stop. You could kill her." Pietro muttered.
"She's a Stark, of course I want her dead." Wanda rolled her eyes. "Why the sudden change of heart, brother?"
"She's not like him...like her father." Pietro said.
"FUCK!" I screamed in pain.
Hulk roared and squeezed harder, causing me to holler in pain. At this point, I was willing to do anything to get him to let go.
I might die soon if he doesn't release me.
"ALRIGHT FINE! JUST DON'T HATE ME LATER!"
My body glowed red until I was burning his hand, which forced him to let me go. I fell to the ground, my vision growing blurry as Hulk went on a rampage and went into the nearest city. I stood up on my feet, even as I knew most of my ribs were broken or possibly crushed to bits, along with a lot of my organs. If I didn't have the healing factor from Extremis, I was sure that I would be dead right now.
"Stark?"
I felt a gush of wind, and saw Pietro Maximoff standing beside me with his hand on my shoulder. I could see Wanda glaring at Pietro, probably wondering what the fuck her brother was doing helping a Stark.
"Pietro! What are you doing?!" Wanda hissed at her twin.
"Look into her mind, Wanda. She is not bad." Pietro tried to assure his twin. "I thought she was at first...but she has good intentions. She was nice to me, she didn't want to fight me back at the old base."
Wanda seemed puzzled as she glanced at me.
"You...is this true?" Wanda asked me.
I spat out some blood and glared at Wanda.
"I would say yes, but either way, you wouldn't believe me. So just read my fucking mind, or leave me alone. I have to stop the Hulk from killing innocent people ALL THANKS TO YOU!" I spat out. "You're so fucking lucky I didn't hurt you before despite the fact that you just tried to fucking kill me!"
"Listen, Stark- -"
"STOP CALLING ME STARK! My name is Tyra..." I felt myself crying as I vomited a little wad of blood. "Holy shit do I need some pain meds." I whimpered.
Wanda looked surprised at my outburst, but at the same time, she should have expected this reaction from me. I tried to move towards the city, but gasped as I felt more blood seeping out of my still healing wounds. I groaned as I felt pain from within my body.
No...I have to keep going. But man do I look like a zombie from the Walking Dead.
"You will die if you try to stop him." Wanda warned me.
"One, I have a healing factor, I'll be fine in no time. Two, are you saying you want me to just stand back and watch people die from something you did?! How can you work for Ultron?!" I coughed up more blood.
"We wanted to destroy the Avengers. And we're doing that. You've only ruined our lives." Pietro defended his sister.
"My family didn't ruin your lives, you asshole. I would give nothing more than to take all of that pain and suffering away. No one deserves what happened to you two. But Natasha...Bruce...Steve...Thor...Clint...they didn't do shit to either of you."
"Oh yeah that is right...your father killed my parents. Ruined our family." Pietro snapped.
"Yeah, well, you can go ahead and fucking kill me if you want to just to get back at him, I could give a shit if I die, I've already been there and done that. But you leave those innocent lives out of it." I growled. "They didn't do anything!"
I fell to my knees as I kept trying to move forward again. Eventually I started crawling towards the city, hearing people screaming in the distance as well as Hulk's roaring.
"Stark...stop it. You will die before you even get there." Pietro told me.
I stood up on my shaking legs again and kept wincing as I took more small steps forward.
"Like you give a shit about whether I die or not. Just leave me alone."
Eventually I saw Wanda standing in front of me, a look of sadness was on her face now.
"You really don't care if you die, do you?" Wanda mumbled softly. "You only want to help those people, you want to help your comrade."
"You assume that because my last name is Stark, that I'm fucking heartless or something? I'm sorry that a weapon my father created fell into the wrong hands, but that life was forced onto him. My dad didn't kill your parents. Weapons don't kill people. People kill people." I spoke seriously. "For the record, my dad was a complete asshole before who was playing with something he didn't understand. But then he saw what his weapons did..."
Wanda looked conflicted for a change, along with her brother.
"I am sorry about before, I truly am...but it is just business." Wanda said.
I felt something hit the back of my head, causing me to go unconscious.
I woke up gasping for air, before I saw that Clint had put a breathing mask on me.
"You're fine, kid. Just relax." Clint said.
I put my hand on top of Clint's, forgetting that he was holding the breathing mask up for me.
"Banner's fine." Clint assured me.
I couldn't find myself able to talk and gave him a small nod instead. I looked over at my dad, noticing that he was piloting the Quinjet. I noticed how everyone else was scattered, isolating themselves from one another.
It's almost terrifying, it's so unsettling.
"The news is loving you guys, nobody else is." Maria Hill said. "There's been no official call for Banner's arrest, but it's in the air." She warned Tony. "How's everyone holding up?"
"We took a hit...but we'll be fine." My dad sighed.
After my dad ended the call with Maria, he put the Quinjet on stealth mode. Clint gave my hand a gentle pat before he went up to the front to take over the Quinjet.
"Hey, you wanna switch out?" Tony asked.
"No, I'm fine. If you want to get some kip, now's a good time, cause we're still a few hours out." Clint told him.
"A few hours out from where?" He raised an eyebrow at Clint.
"A safe house." He merely replied.
"Tye...you feeling better?"
My eyes opened slowly and noticed my dad's look of worry.
"I'm alive...if that's what you mean. Jolly Green packs a punch." I smiled faintly.
My dad helped me up, turning around and bending over for me to get on his back, so he could carry me piggy-back style. Soon enough, all of us slowly filed out of the Quinjet, while also noticing that we were on a farm. I began recalling that this is where Clint's family lived.
Yeah...the family he didn't even tell me about. Oh how I love my visions.
"What is this place?" Thor asked.
"A safe house." My dad smartly replied.
"Let's hope." Clint muttered.
We all stepped inside slowly, unsure of what to expect.
"Honey? I'm home." Clint called out.
A pregnant woman slowly walked out of the kitchen, smiling warmly as she spotted Clint.
"Hi...we have company. Sorry I didn't call ahead." Clint apologized, giving his wife a kiss.
"This is an agent of some kind." My dad mumbled.
"Gentleman, Tyra, this is Laura. My wife."
"Yeah I already figured that one out." I groaned. "Thanks for telling me."
Clint looks confused before realizing how I possibly could have known.
"I know all of your names." Laura smiled politely at all of us.
"DADDY!"
My eyes widened with surprise as I looked over my dad's shoulder, noticing the two other kids tackling Clint with a hug.
"Did you bring Aunty Nat?" The girl asked.
"Why don't you hug her and find out?" Natasha grinned.
The little girl grew excited, running over to Natasha and hugging her like her life depended on it as Natasha picked her up.
"These are smaller agents." My dad muttered.
"Sorry for barging in on you." Steve apologized.
"Yeah, we would have called ahead, but we were bust, having no idea that you existed." My dad joked.
"Yeah, well Fury set this up when I joined. Kept it off SHIELD's files and I'd like to keep it that way." Clint said.
"No need to explain it...you wanted to protect your family." Steve smiled in understanding.
I watched Thor walk out as he grew uncomfortable being around us. I then got off of my dad before following Thor out. I nearly tripped as soon as I walked out the front door, but luckily got caught by Thor.
"Where are you going?" I mumbled.
Thor carried me over to the porch swing on the front porch, settling me down slowly.
"I need to find answers. I cannot find them here." Thor answered.
"What kind of answers?"
"The younger Maximoff. When we were attacked, I was shown a vision. I could not decipher it, so I'm leaving for more answers." Thor told me.
"Aaah. I see...are you a Vanir by any chance, Thor?" I teased.
"I can assure you that I am not." Thor smiled. "I will return to the Avengers. Stay safe, Tyra. Work on your recovery."
"Tyra? Miss Stark?"
I sat up, my eyes still closed as I yawned.
"Yes, dad?" I mumbled groggily.
"Um...I'm not your father. I'm Clint's wife...Laura?"
I rubbed at my eyes and found Mrs. Barton smiling at me.
"Oh. I'm sorry about that...usually when I'm really tired- -"
"It's fine, honey. Did you want something to eat? I thought I heard your stomach growling." Laura offered.
...damn... she's really nice.
I felt myself crying and Laura looked nervous, unsure of how to handle this.
"Oh sweetheart! Why are you crying?" Laura hugged me.
"I have no idea. I honestly think it's the pain meds." I sniffled.
"Is she alright?"
Clint came over, looking at me worriedly.
"Hey, kid. What's the matter?" Clint asked.
"I honestly don't know. Is it just me or does morphine make me emotional?! Or am I just in shock or something?! My stomach still hurts. Whether from healing itself, or from hunger." I cried. "But I can't complain! Your wife is freaking pregnant! I can't even imagine dealing with that shit."
"Language."
I looked over at Clint and cracked a small smile at his reference. I wiped at my eyes, trying to hold my tears in.
"So do you want to try and eat something? It might help you feel better." Laura smiled warmly at me.
I nodded as Clint helped me stand up.
"You need help walking? Or do you think you'll be fine?"
I leaned on Clint as I stared down along my body. My body was still glowing a faint red, meaning that I was still being healed from Extremis.
"I'll try." I faintly smiled.
I took two small steps forward, Clint and Laura standing right behind me in case they had to catch me.
"I feel a little better." I said.
As I managed to step in through the doorway, the older son Cooper, ran through the front door at full speed with a toy airplane in his hands. Before I could get out of the way, Cooper ran out while bumping into me, almost like a football player.
In other words...it fucking hurt.
In seconds I fell to the ground, my hands on the bandages that were wrapped around my waist and going up past my ribs.
"OH SWEET DEAR JESUS!" I screamed.
Both Clint and Laura's eyes widened in both surprise and concern as Cooper finally came to a stop looking down at me with huge eyes.
"OH ODIN! GAAAH! WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN?! I BET YOU'RE LAUGHING AT ME FROM YOUR GRAVE COULSON!" I cried.
Clint hurriedly helped me up, noticing that some of my wounds opened up again.
"Cooper! Watch where you're going next time!" Clint yelled.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Stark!" Cooper apologized.
I bit my bottom lip so hard and struggled really hard not to strangle the boy.
"Just...just call me Tyra and we can call it even." I mumbled softly.
Clint and Laura glanced at each other in surprise, certainly not expecting me to somehow calm down. Clint snapped out of it as he carried me inside, immediately taking me to a bathroom upstairs.
"I bet you're regretting watching over Bruce, huh?" Clint joked.
"Not a chance." I chuckled faintly. "I gotta try to protect my family right?"
Clint unwrapped my bandages carefully as he inspected the damage.
"Your wounds were just reopened, but they're already healing again." Clint noted. "You just need to rest up for a couple of hours and you should be fine again."
Clint stood up to go get new bandages, but I grabbed his wrist gently to stop him.
"...I feel so pathetic. Do you think he hates me?" I mumbled.
Clint paused before kneeling down, so that we were at eye level. After putting his hand on top of mine, he gave me a faint smile.
"And why would you think that Banner hates you?"
"Because I failed him." I averted my gaze from Clint. "I...I told him that my vision wouldn't happen, that I'd protect him from Wanda. But she managed to trick the both of us with no problems. I just feel pathetic." I admitted.
"You did what you could. Plus from what you told us, you managed to break out of her illusion just before Banner transformed. Not many people could do that I'm sure." Clint said.
"The look he gave me before he turned into the Hulk...I felt so heartbroken."
Clint sighed before gently grasping my hand.
"Listen, Tyra...you can't be so down on yourself. Not now." Clint grew serious. "We need you. We need everyone on this team to get their act together. If we don't...Ultron's gonna win."
Shit. He's right. I can't sit here feeling sorry for myself.
I finally looked into Clint's eyes and gave him a small smile.
"Thanks, old man. Time to get to work huh?" I chuckled.
I made a move to stand up, but gasped as I practically collapsed to the bathroom floor. Clint quickly caught me before I could feel the tile collide with my face.
"I swear, kid. You're too hot headed. Relax. You need to heal up first." Clint grumbled. "Or did you forget that Hulk almost used you like you were a squeeze toy?"
"Don't be mean to the big guy. It wasn't his fault. I actually almost calmed him down, before Wanda got there." I grinned.
"Oh really?"
After it got dark, Fury soon showed up on the scene. When we finished dinner, we got straight down to business.
And I was finally all healed up!
"Ultron took you folks out of play to buy himself some time. My contacts, they all say he's building something. The amount of vibranium he made off with...I don't think it's just one thing."
"What about Ultron himself?" Steve asked.
"He's easy to track. He's everywhere. Guy multiplies faster than a Catholic rabbit. Still doesn't help us get an angle on any of his plans though." Fury replied.
"Is he still after launch codes?" My dad spoke up.
"Yes, he is, but he's not making any headway." Nick answered.
"I cracked the Pentagon's firewall in high school on a dare." My dad scoffed.
"Well I contacted our friends at the Nexus about that."
"Nexus?" Steve looked confused.
"It's the world's internet hub in Oslo, every bite of data flows through there." Bruce clarified.
"So what did they say?" Clint folded his arms as he glanced over at Fury.
"He's fixated on the missiles, but the codes are constantly being changed."
My eyes darted over to my dad and I gave him a knowing look. He only winked at me in reply.
"By who?"
"Parties unknown." Fury said.
"We have an ally?" Natasha perked up.
"Ultron's got an enemy, that's not the same thing. Still, I'd pay holding money to know who it is. However, the enemy of my enemy is my friend." Nick chuckled.
"I might need to visit Oslo...find our unknown." My dad said.
"Well this is a good time, boss, but I was kinda hoping when I saw you, you'd have more than that." Natasha teased Fury.
"I do." Fury looked at all of us. "I have you. Back in the day, I had eyes everywhere and ears everywhere else. You kids had all the tech you could dream up. Here we all are back on Earth with our wit, and our will to save the world. Ultron said the Avengers are the only thing, him and his mission. Whether he admits it, his mission is global destruction. All this laid in a grave. So stand, outwit the platinum bastard."
"Steve doesn't like that kind of language." Natasha smirked.
"You know what, Romanoff?" Steve playfully glared at her.
"What does Ultron want though?" Clint asked.
"To become better, better than us. He keeps building bodies." Steve said.
"Person bodies, the human force is inefficient, but he keeps coming back to it."
"You three..." Natasha looked at Tony, Bruce, and myself.
"No, those two." I interjected.
"Alright, you two programmed him to protect the human race. You amazingly failed."
"No..." I mumbled. "I don't think they did."
"Uhh...have you seen Ultron? Or did the morphine not wear off yet?" Natasha stared at me in disbelief.
"Ultron thinks that he's protecting the human race. Even if it means destroying it." I said. I perked up as I began pacing around the kitchen. "He doesn't need to protect it though. He's gonna evolve." I started ranting.
"How?" Fury stared at me.
My eyes widened in realization.
Helen Cho...
"Has anyone been in contact with Helen Cho?" I asked.
"No, why?"
Bruce looked at me in surprise, knowing exactly where I was going with this.
"It is possible to use the cradle to create a weapon?" Bruce finished for me.
"Most definitely."
"Then you need to find her." Fury told us.
I nodded at my dad, watching him walk out and leave to Nexus as Fury escorted Bruce out. We knew what we had to do.
"Clint, Natasha, Tyra. You're with me." Steve told us. "Tony's going to Nexus and Fury is taking Bruce back to the tower."
"We have to stop Ultron before he can make a weapon we can't beat...before he destroys the planet." Clint added.
Time to go to South Korea.
Hey fellas! Sorry it took so long to update! Well not that long, but whatever! I had so much fun writing this chapter! I'll go back and fix any mistakes I might have made later, I'm just so excited to start the next chapter! DON'T GIVE ME REVIEWS ABOUT UPDATING, YOU SMURFS! I'LL UPDATE! I TELL YOU EVERY TIME! lol I love you guys! Just stop with this nonsense! You make it sound like I'll just give up this story and end it now! But I wouldn't do that to you! I love you all too much to do that! Anyway, I'll update soon, but until then...
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