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Chapter 12: Three Tragic Stories
The Maximoff Twins, Bella their wolf companion followed Ultron back to the castle where HYDRA set up their base of command. Only something was different. Bella noticed it. Ultron had the base up and running. Making copies of himself. Bella raised her eyebrows and glanced up at Pietro. He noticed too.
"We'll move out right away." Ultron said as all of them walked towards the place where the dead giant worm was hanging. "This is a start, but there's something we need to begin the real work." He said. Bella grasped Pietro's hand and laced their fingers together.
"All of these are…" Ultron cut off Wanda.
"Me." Ultron then activated his thrusters in his back and flew up to the machine. "I have what the Avengers never will. Harmony." He pulled the chain down. "They're discordant. Disconnected." Ultron turned around and looked at the three. "Stark's already got them turning on each other. And when you get inside the rest of their heads…" The three walked closer, but Pietro cut off Ultron.
"Everyone's plan is not to kill them." Pietro said thinking of the archer that Wanda didn't attack a few days ago.
"And make them martyrs?" Ultron asked. Bella gripped Pietro's hand and Wanda linked her arm with Bella's. "You need patience. You need to see the big picture." He said. Pietro slightly shook his head.
"I don't see the big picture. I have a little picture." Pietro said. Bella knew what he was talking about. He still carries a picture of parents before they died. "I take it out and look at it, every day." He said.
"You lost your parents in the bombings." Ultron then glances at Bella. "You lost your father in the bombings as well. I've seen the records." Bella felt a lump in her throat at the mentions of her father. It was always a sensitive subject. Both Pietro and Wanda know this.
"The records are not the picture." Pietro said as Bella and Wanda looked at him.
"Pietro." Wanda glanced away from her twin brother.
"My love, please." Bella whispered, but Ultron stopped them.
"No, please." Ultron let him continue. Pietro looked over Bella's head to see his sister starting at him.
"We were 10 years old. Having dinner, the four of us. When the first shell hits, two floors below, it makes a hole in the floor. It's big. Our parents go in and the whole building starts coming apart. I grab her, roll under the bed, and the second shell hits. But it doesn't go off." Bella can see Wanda's discomfort of Pietro explaining how they lost their parents. She pulled Wanda close to her. Wanda blinks the tears away. "It just sits there in the rubble." Pietro pauses as he remembers almost meeting death that day. "Three feet from our faces. And on the side of the shell is painted one word." Wanda looked at Ultron.
"Stark." She said as her eyes glowed bright red briefly. Pietro nodded and pressed his lips together in a thin line. He looked at his twin sister.
"We were trapped for two days." Wanda nodded. Bella rested her head against Pietro's arm and listened to her friend's tragic story.
"Every effort to save us, every shift in the bricks, I think 'This will set it off.'" Wanda looked up at Ultron with anger in her eyes. "We wait for two days for Tony Stark to kill us." Pietro nodded.
"I know what they are." Ultron nodded then looked at Bella.
"And you?" Ultron asked and Bella pressed her lips in a thin line.
"We were walking down the streets. Me and my father. We decided to travel. Get away from home. Away from all this eerily sadness. Sokovia was our destination. It was a beautiful day. The sun was brightening the streets, everyone walking around not caring about the world. We felt free." Bella explained as she remembers the smile on her father's face. His happiness. Bella softly chuckled with a small smile. "It was a beautiful day." Her expression turned to a sorrowful look. "Until we an explosion went off in the distance. We didn't know what was happening, so we turned to leave. Two minutes later, another explosion was much closer to us. We ran with the crowd, one more explosion went off and I lost my grip on my father's arm. I yelled for him and blacked out." Bella swallowed the lump in her throat. Pietro let go her hand and wrapped his arm around Bella's shoulders. Wanda held her sister's hand and gently rubbed small circles on the top of her hand with her thumb.
"When I woke up, all I found was destruction. Bodies littered the ground, smoke and dust filled the air. I remember spotting my father's body. His lifeless eyes staring right at me. The only family that cares and loves me was ripped out of me. He'll never get to see me graduate from high school or college, never get to walk me down the aisle, never see his first grandchild. He'll never get to see me grow up into the woman he calls a daughter. For all I know the person I used to be died that day too. When Struckers men found me, they showed me a shell. It had one word." Bella felt her sorrow turned into pure rage. She looked up at Ultron. "Stark." Her eyes flashed bright violet then back to dark brown eyes. "Everyone else in the world may call him a savior, but to me, he is a murderer." Bella explained her story to Ultron who seems to now understand the three.
"I wondered why only you three survived Strucker's experiments." Ultron nodded. "Now, I don't." He looked at the three. "We will make it right." Ultron walked towards Pietro and Bella. "You and I can hurt them." Pietro stared at Ultron and Bella stiffly nodded. He then walked over to Wanda." But you," Ultron's hand reached to Wanda and his metal fingers gently traced the side of her face. "Will tear them apart." He pulled his hand away from Wanda. "From the inside." Ultron said. Bella glanced up at Pietro who pulled her close and gently kissed the top of her head. They both think the same thing. The destruction of the Avengers has begun.