DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE.
The rating of this story has CHANGED from T to M now, due to sexual content. Please bare this warning in mind if you decide to continue reading.
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They were too late.
Ultron had struck, and Steve had discovered Dr Cho's battered, bleeding body inside her lab. Hurt, but alive. She told Steve all she knew, about the Cradle and the gem that contained unimaginable power. Steve relied all that information back to the team, who were holding their breath as they waited for the captain to give them further orders.
Natasha instantly checked the airspace around the city, her eyes scanning the dotted lines of whichever aircraft had been registered. "I got a private jet taking off across town. No manifest." She reported over the comms. "That could be him."
Clint, behind the controls, spotted something below them that only his sharp-eyes could pick out through the business of the city. "There. It's a truck from the lab. Right above you, Cap, on the loop by the bridge. It's them." He ran through the x-ray vision on the screen beside him. "You got three with the Cradle, one in the cab. I can take out the driver."
"Negative." Steve's order came through. "That truck crashes, the gem could level the city. We need to draw out Ultron." Then, he went silent.
"What exactly is he doing, right now?" Natasha asked, having felt an uneasy prickle of dread. She moved to stand at Clint's side. As she peered down, she saw a small figure launch itself onto the roof of the truck, and the shield tied to it's back was unmissable as it caught the sunlight.
"Doing what he does best," Clint replied, easing the jet to the side slightly to keep it out of view from the lorry.
The back of the lorry plast opened, right where Steve was holding onto. He managed to grab onto the collapsed door, which now scratched down the freeway, attached to the lorry. "Well, he's definitely unhappy." He commented to them. "I'm going to try and keep him that way."
"You're not a match for him, Cap." Clint warned, as Natasha rushed to the back of the jet and strapped several weapons to her belt, cursing Steve's impulsiveness under her breath. After all this was over, she made a mental note to kick his ass.
"Thanks, Barton."
Clint effortlessly glided the jet through the heart of the city without a word. Natasha opened the bottom of the jet up, still grumbling under her breath at her boyfriends impulsiveness.
She mounted the motorbike just as Clint started to count her down. "Give him hell." Her friend told her, and she smiled at the challenge. The bottom hatch of the jet parted, and the bike landed on the smooth tarmac of the road. Natasha pushed it as fast as it could go, swerving in between the traffic as she tried to catch up to Ultron.
By the time she managed to spot Ultron, he had just sent Steve flying off the roof of one truck and into the windscreen of another. Steve's shield sailed out behind them, clattering noisily across the tarmac, and Natasha rolled her eyes despite herself.
"I'm always picking up after you, Rogers." She commented, hoping he heard, as she reached down and grabbed the shield without slowing down the bike a single mile.
"We're heading under the underpass, I have no shot." Clint informed her from above.
"Which way?" She narrowly missed scraping the side of one car, and then forced the bike between the narrow gap between two more vehicles in front of her. She needed a short-cut, and fast.
"Hard right," Clint said, and she spotted it; a narrow street peeling away from the main road. "Now."
She spun the bike right, so sharply that her side almost touched the road. With the shield strapped to her shoulder, she powered the bike along the street, as people ran and scattered before her. She could see the opening, and seconds later, the truck with the Cradle appeared. Quickly, she managed to skid the bike underneath it, the tires screeching at the angle.
On the roof, Ultron had Steve's throat in his grip, but Steve spotted her out of the corner of his eye and held his arm out, ready. She flung the shield up, and he caught it, knocking Ultron away from him so he could jump to his feet.
"I'll pay you back for that." Steve promised over the comms.
Natasha smirked. "I'm sure you will." Then, a car was blocking her path, and she had to break so suddenly that the motorbike surged onto it's front tire. She shoved it back, spinning round and heading for the other direction, just as Clint's voice echoed in her ear.
"Save for it for the bedroom, love birds."
"Shove it, Barton." She said, directing the bike up a flight of stairs as the two guards at the back of the truck started shooting blue beams at her. The staircase blocked her, and again, people rushed to get out of her way as the bike powered up there at full speed.
When she glanced down at the road, she saw Ultron aim at Steve, sending him backwards onto the road. Only an approaching car pillowed his fall, and Steve rolled onto the roof, grunting. The ground in front of the car jolted up suddenly, causing it to flip. Narrowly missing getting crushed by the oncoming traffic, Steve sprang to his feet and ran, using an upturned car to propel himself back in the air and onto the truck's roof once again.
"Clint, can you draw out the guards?" Natasha asked, as the bike raced above the truck. She couldn't find an exit point yet, and there were still people in her way, making beeping noises as she passed. "Sorry!"
"Let's find out."
The jet appeared when the underpass vanished, firing out multiple shots at Ultron, who blocked them with his arm. The action had the desired effect though, as Ultron sent two guards flying off after Clint, who skillfully spun the jet in the sky. They disappeared out of sight.
Whilst Steve and Ultron continued their round of flying fists and blue beams, Natasha got the bike parallel to the truck from above, just as the train joined the race. Steve shoved Ultron back into a stone pillar, but Ultron tackled him in seconds, causing them both to fly right into the side of the train.
"Heading back towards you," Clint reported, as the guards lost interest in following his distraction. "So, whatever you're going to do, do it now."
Natasha launched the bike down the stairway, heading straight for the currently unguarded truck. "I'm going in." She told them, taking the opportunity before she was joined by unwanted guests. "Cap, can you keep him occupied?"
Steve's voice was a little exasperated as he responded, "What did you think I've been doing?"
Grinning, Natasha moved on the bike so her feet were pressing into the padded seat. The bike swayed slightly under the change of position, but she kept it steady, eyes locked on her target. As soon as the motorbike was level to the back of the lorry, Natasha balanced on the seat before pushing up, landing with a thud inside the lorry whilst the bike somewhere crashed behind her, splitting in two.
She'd barely had enough time to look inside the Cradle - at whatever it was that was so important, hidden below the glass and mist - before something struck the side of the truck. Time to move.
Standing behind the control panel, she started furiously decoding the system. The image on the screen showed a reading of the Cradle, and what looked like a body lying inside it. Stark and Banner had a lot of explaining to do after this.
Suddenly, the compartment started to rise, higher and higher, as it was snapped away from the main frame of the struck. Natasha was flung backwards, losing her balance. She grabbed hold of the Cradle, the muscles in her arms straining as she dragged her body up.
"Okay, the package is airborne," Clint reported over the comms, and somewhere in the distance, she could hear the roaring engines of the quinjet. "I have a clear shot."
Quickly, she spoke into the strap on her wrist, "Negative, I am still in the truck."
"What the hell are you doing in the-"
"Just be ready." She told him, trying to ignore the part of her that felt sick at the fact that Steve had yet to respond. "I'm sending the package to you."
Clint, at least, was smart enough to not tell her to get out of there right away. The order would have only fallen on deaf ears. "Alright, how do you want me to take it?"
She worked on the straps pinning the Cradle down, her knife making easy work of the thick material. "Err, you might wish you hadn't asked me that."
Then, Steve's voice finally came to her ears, but not with the message she had particularly wanted to hear. "I've lost him. He's coming your way."
"Nat, we gotta go." Clint reminded her, something tense, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes. As if she had needed the reminder.
Placing a timed bomb against the wall behind her, she kicked off with her legs and sent both her and the package hurting out of the truck. Just as it hit the ramp of the quinjet, something cold and heavy grabbed her leg, shoving her backwards. She clawed against it, kicking out, as Clint shouted down the comms, "Cap, do you have eyes on Nat?"
"Natasha!" Steve's voice hit her, loud and desperate.
Just before she could respond, her comm piece was ripped off her wrist, and everything went black.
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Steve's fist collided with the stone pillar, hard enough to crack the concrete, but the fact he didn't even feel the pain from the impact caused more frustration to surge through him.
He hadn't been enough to hold Ultron back, and now Natasha was gone.
"I do not see what good ruining your hand will do."
He turned. Wanda, standing over her panting twin, was facing him boldly. The same girl who had faced Ultron and fought against him, alongside her brother, with eyes that seemed rather large on her wide face now as she stared at him. They had shown up and protected Steve and everyone on that train, standing up to Ultron and refusing to side with him.
But, he couldn't understand why. The last time they had met, the twins had fought against him and his team. She had been responsible for those dreams that had muddled his mind and left the woman he loved more shaken than he had ever seen her.
In his mind, he heard the words Wanda had spoken on the train when Ultron had practically begged her and Pietro to not stand against him. What choice do we have?
"The Cradle. Did you get it?" She demanded.
It was in that boldness though, that Steve felt the unexplainable urge to trust them. It was not their fault that HYDRA and Ultron had both tried to turn them into monsters. Surely, the fact they had saved his life showed that they had seen beyond the lies that Ultron and Hydra had woven around them.
"Stark will take care of it." He replied, although the amount of trust he had in Stark's ability to clean up after himself was significantly low at the moment.
A flicker of fear appeared in her deep brown eyes, making them seem to glisten with red. "No, he won't." Her voice trembled.
Steve's brow furrowed. Why did she sound scared? "You don't know what you are talking about. Stark's not crazy." Steve told her firmly.
"He will do anything to make things right." Wanda said, and her brother wore the same expression on his face. Fear. Genuine fear. "Ultron cannot tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it. Where do you think he gets that?"
"What you know of Tony Stark is what Ultron wanted you to know." Steve told them both, glancing from one twin to the other. "Tony had no idea what he was doing, creating Ultron. I can agree with you that what he did was wrong, but he's facing those consequences."
She lifted her chin. In that moment, she reminded him so much of Natasha that it hurt to look at her. "And how many people will die for it?"
Seeing that fire in her was enough to make up Steve's mind. "Come with me, and help me end him before anyone else has to get hurt."
Silence.
Wanda and Pietro shared a look, and Steve wondered if they could read each other's thoughts. But, only she possessed mental powers. No, perhaps, in a world where they had only had each other, they had just learnt to read each other as easily as someone would read a book.
Pietro's jaw was tense, a muscle twitching in his jaw. "He took that woman." He said suddenly, turning those light eyes to Steve. "That is the reason you punched that pillar." Not because the world was in danger. Not because they had let Ultron get away. But, because he had taken Nat with him.
Although he could perhaps try to lie to them, try to get past Wanda's mind games, he didn't. Trust went both ways. It was time for him to make the next step. "Yes." He said. "And, I'm going to rip Ultron apart for it." Piece by piece.
They looked at each other again, before Wanda extended her hand to her brother and he took it, rising to his feet slowly. Pietro shook his head, causing his practically white hair to fall in front of his eyes. He huffed at it, his breath shifting it away from his forehead.
She looked at Steve directly in the eyes when she said, "We will come with you."
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Every single part of Natasha's body ached as her eyes prized themselves open. Her head spun, making it even harder to see around the darkness surrounding her. But, as her vision returned to her slowly, she could make out the tall, looming shape of Ultron standing nearby. He was leaning over something, but he turned his head as if sensing she'd come around.
Something hot and volcani was pouring into a large tub behind him, making the metal of his suit glow in an almost sinister light. "I wasn't sure you would wake up."
A logical part of her mind knew that she shouldn't retaliate, that she should save her strength. But, she'd never been one to be quiet. "Shouldn't have hit me as hard as you did, if you're really that cornered for my welfare."
Ultron made a noise that would have sounded like a chuckle, if it wasn't so unpleasant that it made her stomach curl. "I hoped you would. I wanted to show you something. I don't..." He faltered, only slightly, and he'd recovered from it so quickly that she wondered if she'd imagined it. "...have anyone else."
"It's probably hard to find the time to make friends, when you're so busy plotting to destroy the world." She bit out, moving so she was sitting up. Even something as small as that caused her body to screech at her to slow down.
Once again, he ignored her. "I think a lot about meteors. The purity in them. Boom! The end. Start again. The world made clean for the new man to rebuild. I was meant to be new. I was meant to be beautiful. The world would have looked to the sky and seen hope, seen mercy."
Natasha had had the pleasure of running into a lot of psychotic masterminds in her line of work, so she was confident when she put Ultron in that category now. He was insane.
"Instead, they'll look up in horror." He went on, leaving whatever he had been examining earlier to walk over to her, slowly. Refusing to back away further, she raised her chin. "Because of you. You've wounded me. I give you full marks for that."
She grinned. "They don't call me the best for nothing."
"You're brave, agent. I admire that. But, like the man said, what doesn't kill me, just makes me stronger."
Suddenly, he erupted right in front of her, amber sparks jolting from his body in every single direction. Pieces of his suit flew from him, crashing and landing around her. She shifted away as quickly as her tired body allowed, until her back was pressed into a cold stone wall. Ultron stood before her, his new suit glowing in the gaps, like whatever molten substance that was behind him now lurked within him.
"I know that Captain America will come for you." Ultron went on, as he grabbed hold of something protruding from the wall. Natasha glared at him, as he slid across a metal crate. "In fact, I'm counting on it."
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If he had not just been thrown through a glass wall, Steve probably would have found what was standing in front of him now as intriguing. However, the fact that he had just been thrown through a glass wall by Tony Stark left him seething. Blood roared in his ears as he glared across the room at the billionaire.
Whatever had just come from that Cradle looked human, in the shape of its body and the features of its head. But, that yellow gem that was on its forehead, the stone that Dr Cho had warned Steve about, seemed to suck all the attention towards it, like a beacon of impending doom.
To its credit, the being seemed overwhelmed, as it gazed around with wide eyes, panting as it tried to read the situation around it. Steve didn't even understand the situation himself. The situation being that Pietro had just had the floor below his feet shot through by Clint Barton, Banner now had Wanda in a choke hold, Tony and Steve were glaring at each other and Thor stood with Mjolnir, which he had just used to summon lightning and therefore awaken the Cradle.
As if trying to convince the rest of the team that Wanda and Pietro were siding with them had proved to be too hard of a task, things just got a whole lot worse.
Then, whatever the Cradle had been holding fly through the air, stopping just before it crashed out of the glass wall of the Tower. Slowly, it turned, floating down to stand beside Thor. Even the Asgardian seemed lost for words when the being spoke, sounding so human it was almost impossible. "I'm sorry. That was...odd. Thank you."
Steve glanced from Tony, to Banner, to Thor. None of them seemed too surprised by what had just happened. A little taken aback, perhaps, but nothing compared to the expressions of pure shock on Clint and the twins faces. Steve knew that a matching look was plastered all over his face. "Thor, you helped create this?"
Thor looked at him, with no remorse or even guilt on his face. "I've had a vision. A whirlpool that sucks in all hope of life, and its centre is that." He pointed directly to the yellow stone, which glowed so brightly it was as if the sun had shrunk.
"What, the gem?" Banner clarified.
"Get your hands off her." Steve growled to the doctor, who still had Wanda held back, his hand at her throat. Banner glared, but it only lasted a second, as he took a deep breath and stepped away from Wanda. Instantly, her brother was at her side, and although Pietro shot him a thankful look, Wanda just looked up at Steve with that same unreadable, unwavering gleam in her eyes.
"It's the Mind Stone." Thor explained. "It's one of the six Infinity Stones. The greatest power in the universe, unparalleled in its destructive capabilities."
Steve's mind struggled to keep up with all this. Thor hadn't even explained where he had been all this time, and yet he had appeared practically out of thin air and acted without explaining himself beforehand. Had they not all learnt what happened when impulsive decisions were made? "Then why would you bring-"
Thor cut him off. "Because Stark is right."
"Oh, it's definitely the end times." Banner commented. All of them, apart from the twins, were surprised that Thor had for once sided with Stark. Even Tony's eyebrows were raised.
"The Avengers cannot defeat Ultron." Thor said.
"Not alone," The being agreed, walking forwards.
Steve regarded him carefully. "Why does your Vision sound like Jarvis?"
"We reconfigured Jarvis's matrix to create something new." Tony explained, moving to circle Vision slowly, as if he couldn't quite believe that what they had created was really standing amongst them, communicating.
Steve couldn't ignore the sinking feeling in his chest, which was growing worse as every second passed that they didn't know where Ultron was, or what he was doing to Natasha. "I think I've had my fill of new."
Vision turned to face him. "You think I'm a child of Ultron?"
With everything that had happened recently, Steve was not ashamed that his mind had leant that way. "You're not?"
"I'm not Ultron. I'm not Jarvis. I am...I am." Something dawned on Vision in that moment, and everyone grew so quiet it was almost as if no one was even breathing.
Wanda was the one who broke the silence that had fallen in the room. "I looked inside your head, and saw annihilation." She accused.
"Look again." Vision urged, but his tone was softer as he addressed her.
Barton entered the room with an unamused chuckle. "Her seal of approval means jack to me."
Although she did not physically flinch, it seemed that Barton's words hit Wanda more than she wanted them to.
"Their powers, the horrors in our heads, Ultron himself, they all came from the Mind Stone." Thor willed them to understand. Clearly, he had been busy whilst he'd been away. "And they're nothing compared to what it can unleash. But with it on our side-"
"Is it?" Steve demanded. He turned to Vision, who remained silent, blinking at him. "Are you, on our side?"
Vision lowered his gaze. "I do not think it is that simple."
Growling, Barton folded his arms over his chest. "Well, it better get real simple real soon." The tension in his voice, the stiffness of his body, was all because of how worried he was that a certain spy was not stood in this room with them. Unlike Steve, Barton was allowed to show his concerns that clearly.
"I am on the side of life." Vision told them. "Ultra isn't. He will end it all."
"What's he waiting for?" Tony asked.
"You."
"Where?"
"Sokovia," Clint said darkly, straightening up. "He's got Nat there too."
Steve froze. Why hadn't Barton announced that the second he had walked into this room, the moment he had found out? They could already be on their way to her...
He stopped himself. Clint had kept it this long, because he too realised that as of recently, too many impulsive moves had been made. They could run off after Ultron without a plan, especially now that Vision would clearly be factored into that plan, along with the twins that none of them apart from Steve wanted to be there.
As much as it gutted him, Steve knew he couldn't just rush off and get to his girlfriend, no matter how much he wanted nothing more in the world than to find her. When Steve looked across the room at Clint, it seemed the archer understood what he was thinking, because he sent Steve a look that said, Easy there. Natasha's a professional.
Natasha was a professional. Steve had been on a mission with her before where she'd gotten herself in a tight spot, but had worked her way out of it without even breaking a sweat. He'd always admired her bravery and how her mind worked. Natasha would be fine.
Still, that didn't stop him from wishing he could just jump onto the jet and fly to Sokovia right there and then, to dismantle Ultron for even touching her. Knowing Natasha, she'd probably want to do that by herself.
I'm coming, Nat.
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Clearly, Ultron had had no desire to treat her to a five star hotel before he'd left her on her own. Natasha had thrown every single piece of his former suit at the metal grid until her arms hurt from the weight of it. She'd thought about picking the lock, but when she'd felt it, there didn't seem to even be a keyhole.
Spitting with rage, she was tempted to kick out at the grid itself, but the rational part of her brain warned her that a broken leg would do her no good whatsoever.
Metal bastard. She couldn't wait to get out of here and pry his head from his body and watch those sparks fade into nothing.
"Natasha?"
The voice echoed so faintly that she had to strain to make it out. When she recognised it, she had to admit, she was surprised. "Bruce?" Perhaps, the smallest part of her was disappointed that it wasn't Steve's voice she had heard, but that little amount was over washed by her relief at finally hearing someone else down here with her.
Sure enough, Dr Banner came hurtling round a corner, skidding to a halt as soon as he saw her.
He approached cautiously. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," No, her throat felt so dry that it was ready to crack, and her body was sore. But, it wouldn't be like the Black Widow to ever admit such things, and besides, seeing her friend was enough to bring her strength back.
"The team's in the city." He told her. "It's about to light up."
Steve. Her heart ached. She had to join him.
"Natasha, you must know that we have allies up there, allies you don't know. But, you can trust them enough to know that they want Ultron gone just as badly as we do." He told her quickly. "I can't go with you, once I get you out of here. Cap told me to get you to safety, but I can't be anywhere near the fight, not with civilians around."
She understood his hidden reasoning, and allowed herself a moment to feel sympathetic for him. Would he ever be able to live his life without fear of the Hulk? But, above them, the faint noises of battle sounded, and her mind was set on one thing; joining the rest of their team and finishing Ultron once and for all.
"I don't suppose you found a key lying around somewhere?" She asked with a smirk.
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Ultron's army had grown considerably in numbers since the last time Steve had encountered them. It seemed that as soon as he dispatched one of them, ten more appeared in its place.
Banner had insisted that he be the one to find Natasha, claiming that Ultron was far too familiar with Steve, and therefore would notice he was missing from the battlefield. Reluctantly, Steve had agreed, even though now, as he faced off these suits of destruction, he couldn't help but glance around. Where was she? Hidden in one of this buildings, or below the city?
Whilst Vision faced Ultron in the centre of the city, the rest of the Avengers fought desperately to keep the attention on them and away from the people of Sokovia. Behind him, Steve could hear Wanda and Pietro, who had stayed close to him throughout the fight. They were brave and focused, shielding any civilians they could, even though the rest of the team hadn't been warm in their welcome. This wasn't about making friends. This was about saving the world.
Then, the ground started to shake beneath them. Throwing one robot off the side of the bridge, Steve looked just in time to see the street in front of him crumble beneath his eyeline. Screams lit the air as the civilians ducked down, clinging to whatever they could reach. Buildings crumbled as the square was lifted, ripped out of the ground as it started to rise up.
Ultron's voice suddenly echoed around them, causing everyone to freeze.
"Do you see the beauty of it?" He hovered above them, looking down at them all like some sort of king, a savior. "The inevitability. You rise, only to fall."
His intention was clear.
Steve backed up, his hand instantly flying out to steady Wanda as she leaned against an abandoned car. She was breathing heavily, her entire body shaking.
"You, Avengers, you are my meteor. My swift and terrible sword. The Earth will crack with the weight of your failure. Purge me from your computers, turn my own flesh against me. It means nothing. When the dust settles, the only thing living in this world will be metal."
"Cap, any suggestions?" Tony, who was circling the rising land, asked over the comms.
Although he knew the billionaire was being totally sarcastic, Steve decided it was time to bite. "Let's light these bastards up."
"Such terrible language, sir." Tony's response came, but blasts in the distance showed Steve that Iron Man was more than happy with his plan.
Steve looked to Wanda, who gave him a curt nod. Pietro darted off, zooming through the streets and taking out several of the metal beasts before Steve could blink. Back to back, he and Wanda fought off the remaining ones surrounding them, his shield darting out just as quickly as her red fibres.
In the back of his mind, was Natasha. Had Banner gotten to her? Was she okay? If Ultron had even laid one metal finger on her…
His grip on his shield tightened at the thought. He threw the shield, decapitating two robots, causing their sparking bodies to write on the ground before dying out completely.
Then, beside him, Wanda fell to the ground, clutching at her side. He was kneeling beside her in a heartbeat, his arm on her shoulder. She froze under his touch. "Hey, you okay?" He ducked as something large sailed over their head, crashing into a building and going up in flames.
She was panting, heavily, and her eyes showed her emotions as she looked up at him. "This is all my fault."
Realisation had a funny way of hitting you, especially when you were in the midst of battle. Steve's voice was as gentle as he could manage, under the circumstances, as he told her, "Look at me. Whose fault it is doesn't matter right now. This city is flying, and any second, Ultron could drop it. I need to know that you are up for this, and you understand that right now, the only thing that matters is protecting these people and destroying Ultron. If you're not up for this, then I need to know. I'll get you to the nearest safety point, and get you out of here. But, it has to be your call. Are you up for this?"
"Why are you being so nice?" She groaned out, clutching at her stomach. That was when Steve realised that she wasn't hurt physically, but mentally, she was hurting herself. "Your friends hate us. You should hate us, for what we did. What I did."
For a moment, he had no answer. He couldn't quite explain why he had wanted Wanda and her brother to fight alongside them. He could have sent them straight to SHIELD, for Fury to deal with. He could have left them in the city, with just the faint hope that perhaps they would stay low, keep themselves hidden. But, he'd taken them under his wing, and he was sticking to that decision.
"I saw something in you." He told her, in complete honesty. "Something good. Something worth giving a second chance. You did not ask for this life, Wanda, for this power. But, it's yours, and it's up to you to decide how you choose to use it."
A robot appeared, gliding through the air towards them, shooting at them. Steve covered them with his shield, just as one of Hawkeye's arrows drove itself into the beast. Although Steve couldn't see his team mate, he knew that Hawkeye would be up high, in his comfort zone.
"It doesn't matter who you are, or what you did." Steve told her, standing up and holding a hand out to her. "If you go back out there, you fight, and you fight to kill. Or, say the word, and I'll get you to a safe point. But, you can choose to fight with us, as an Avenger."
Something flickered across Wanda's face. Then, she took his hand.
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I intend on writing more about the friendship between Wanda and Steve as the story goes on, because I personally always thought that Steve regarded her as a sister.
I've just finished reading Kingdom of Flesh and Fire, sequel to Blood and Ash, and honestly, if you're over 18 and a lover or fantasy and dark-haired princes, I'd 100% recommend!
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