I'll be doing Captain America Civil War after this movie, but then I'm debating. I want to do Doctor Strange with Jess. Help her cope with some things she's dealing with as well as giving someone who deals with manipulating the universe someone who's not technically from this universe. So, the question for you readers is...

Do I include "Doctor Strange" (the movie) in this fic or make a side fic specifically for that movie?

Tony will be mentioned, but not actually in it (unless necessary), but Jess will be heavily featured and everything that happened in this fic to Jess will have to be known before reading it if I make it a side fic. Any suggestions from you all would be helpful.

"Did you guys copy that?" Steve questioned over the comms and I hummed as Clint and Natasha confirmed it.

I'd been stuck joining them in the jet while Steve went down to check on Cho and Tony went to the internet hub to figure out who was helping us. Don't know why. If they're helping us, just leave them be.

"I've got a private jet taking off across town," Natasha called out, but I shook my head.

"Too obvious and too small. They need to be able to carry a case larger than a man. That won't fit between the seats of a private jet."

"There," Clint pointed out, drawing my gaze away from my computer and to what he was looking at. "It's a truck from the lab. Right above you, Cap. On the loop by the bridge."

"It's them," I confirmed. "Three in the back with the cradle, one driver."

"I could take out the driver."

"Negative. That truck crashes, the gem could level the city."

"Not to mention crashing a truck on that bridge could kill dozens," I grumbled, typing quickly on my computer.

"We need to draw out Ultron."

"Easy. Just keep interrupting his download. If we're lucky, the download might end up corrupted the more we make him plug in and out of it." I winced, bringing a hand to my head suddenly.

A flash of light as something large struck the Earth.

Different colored gems gathering together.

A red-skinned man with a golden gem.

A cloaked man with a green.

A snap.

"Shit," I cursed, getting up from my seat and stumbling further back into the jet, making Natasha look at me.

"What is it?"

"I-It's nothing," I ground out, head feeling as though someone was hammering a spike into it. "Migraine."

"Which usually mean something," Clint called back. "What's Ultron up to?"

I shot him a glare. "I'm not connected to Ultron."

"But you are connected to the scepter," Natasha confirmed, and I groaned as the pain began to subside.

"Fine. Ultron's stopped caring about mankind. He can't save them the way they are, so he plans to wipe them out completely so they can evolve. If he fully integrates with that body, we're screwed."

"Good to know. You hear that, Cap?"

"Keep him angry. Already on it," Steve grunted out and I returned to my seat with a small cringe, rubbing my head while I checked up on him.

"You're not a match for him, Cap," Clint said, eyeing him from above.

"Thanks, Barton."

"Don't try to beat him then, Steve," I added. "Stall for time. Trick him. Anything you've got."

"Least somebody believes in me."

"Well…"

He groaned. "I swear, I'm going to have a talk with—"

"Ooh, boy," I muttered watching him fight Ultron on top of the truck as Natasha prepared her bike.

"Got a window," Clint called out, counting down. "Four, three… Give him hell."

Natasha sped out of the jet and picked up Steve's shield. "I'm always picking up after you boys."

"Tell me about it," I muttered.

"They're heading under the overpass. I've got no shot," Clint said as I got up once more and winced, taking off my sling. "What are you doing?"

"Can't wear my suit with a sling on."

"Jess, we don't need—"

"Don't be rude, first off," I cut Steve off. "Second, you do, because you lot always forget about civilians when you're fighting. You and Natasha focus on Ultron. I'll worry about the people in between."

"She's got a point," Natasha added.

"Fine, but don't do anything crazy! I don't want to hear it when Tony finds out."

"He'll get over it," I scoffed, tapping my watch to get my suit on. "See you in a sec."

Clint sighed, before opening the jet one more. "Good luck."

"Thanks." I flew out and stayed low, breezing over cars and making it to the truck just as Natasha slipped her bike under it. "Nice."

"Thanks," she chirped, tossing Steve his shield and allowing him to knock Ultron off him.

Ultron scowled, using his abilities to uplift a chunk of concrete in front of Natasha, but she was able to stop her bike in time and get back into the chase.

"You've really got to teach me how to ride a bike like that," I hummed, firing off a shot at the two Iron Legion bots in the back of the truck firing at her.

Steve was thrown off the back of the truck then though, and slammed into a car, forcing me to stop. Ultron threw up another slab of concrete, flipping the car he was on and I cursed, flying over and pushing one car out of the way and grabbing his car. I grunted and managed to place it back on the ground, only to have to grab a third car and stop it from completely flipping over towards us.

"Borrowing your back!" Steve called out and I braced myself as he pushed off me and back onto the truck.

"Everyone all right!" I called out to the drivers in the cars and upon having my suit confirm they were in decent shape, I hurried back.

That could have ended poorly, I mused, having the local authorities called to deal with blocking off that road and starting to redirect traffic away from the street we were driving on. Clint swooped down once the truck was out of the overpass, firing at Ultron just to get the two Legion bots after him and out of our way.

"Clint, fly up as high as you can. They're not suited for the upper atmosphere," I hinted.

"Will do."

The bots flew up after him and I looked around with a cringe. A train was now speeding alongside us and I hastily flew through a window, starling the passengers.

"Head towards the front or back of the train!" I called out, thanking Tony for putting in a translator so I didn't have to worry about trying to remember old Korean lessons from high school. "Quickly!"

It was good timing too, because a moment later, Steve and Ultron came crashing through.

"You got it, Steve?" I asked.

"Yeah! Go!"

I nodded and got out of the train, a chill going down my spine when Ultron's red gaze followed me for a second before he had to dodge Steve's shield.

"They're heading back towards you," Clint informed us, not having gotten high enough to short-out the bots. "So, whatever you're gonna do, do it now."

"I'm going in," Natasha called out, coming up beside me. "Cap, can you keep him occupied?"

"What do you think I've been doing?"

I landed inside the truck with her as she leaped off her bike. "I'll do what I can if the bots try coming after us through the back. See what you can do about the cradle."

She nodded, starting to try and stop the download, but just as I got ready to fight the bots coming towards us, they diverted to the side.

"Uh, they just diverted."

"What?"

The entire back of the truck shifted, forcing me to grab a hold of Natasha to stop her falling out as I shoved a hand through the truck to keep myself upright.

"Okay, package is airborne," Clint called out. "I have a clean shot."

"Negative. Jess and I are still in the truck," Natasha snapped.

"What the hell are you—"

"Just be ready. I'm sending the package to you. Jess will get me out."

I acted as her brace, allowing her to get stabilized enough to start cutting at the straps holding the cradle.

"How do you want me to take it?" Clint questioned.

"Uh, you might wish you hadn't asked that."

"How you doing, Cap?" I asked.

"Actually… the Maximoffs showed up."

I stiffened. "Do you need me to—"

"No. Surprisingly enough, they're… helping." There was a noise then. "I lost him! He's heading your way! Any tips for how to stop a runaway train?"

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," I grumbled. "Emergency brake? Otherwise, get in front and slow it down, Cap."

"Nat, we've gotta go," Clint called out, the ship ready at the back of the train and Natasha cut the last strap and slapped a bomb on the side of the truck.

She shot me a look and I nodded, grabbing her around the waist as we followed the cradle out and into the jet. Then, my ankle was grabbed. My eyes snapped to Ultron's angered snarl and Natasha's eyes flickering to mine before I made a decision.

"Make sure Tony doesn't do anything stupid."

"Jess, what—No!" She shouted as I threw her into the jet and Ultron pulled me down.

"Well, hello again."

"Anything on Jess?" Bruce questioned cautiously, eyeing Tony.

Jess getting caught had him more than a little tense. Everyone was, really. She was the one who always stuck her neck out for them. Bruce and Tony wouldn't be talking right now if she hadn't handled the frustrated Tony when the Hulk hurt her. Natasha and the cradle could have been taken if she hadn't prioritized them over herself. That, and she seemed to have the best idea of what Ultron was up to than any of them. They were slowly beginning to realize now how often she had to hold their hands in order for the group to get along and get things done. Without her, it was only a matter of time before fights broke out.

"I haven't heard. But she's alive, or Ultron would be rubbing our faces in it," Tony bit out, finally answering him.

"This is sealed tight," Clin informed, hopping over the cradle and eyeing Tony with Natasha at his side.

"We're going to need to access the program," Bruce explained. "Break it down from within."

"Hm," Tony grunted, before turning to Natasha and Clint. "Any chance you two could see if Jess might leave a message outside the internet? Old-school spy stuff?"

Clint eyed him. "Why can't you—"

"I'm good with tech," Tony explained. "Jess is smart though, can probably figure something out with a paperclip and a tube of toothpaste. Figured you two would be better searching for that than me."

"There's some nets I can cast," Clint agreed. "Yeah, we'll find her."

Tony watched the two head downstairs as Bruce went back to work.

"I can work on tissue degeneration if you could fry whatever operational system Cho implanted."

"Yeah, about that," Tony started, rubbing the back of his head and Bruce eyed him warily.

"No."

"You have to trust me."

"Kind of don't," Bruce argued, taking a step back when Tony approached.

"Our ally? The guy protecting the military's nuclear codes?" Tony smirked, flicking up a familiar golden image. "I found him."

"Hello, Dr. Banner," Jarvis hummed.

"Ultron didn't go after Jarvis because he was angry. He attacked him because he was scared of what he can do. So, Jarvis went underground. Scattered, dumped his memory. But not his protocols. He didn't even know he was in there until I pieced him together."

Bruce scoffed. "So, you want me to help you put Jarvis into this thing?"

"No! Of course not. I wanna help you put Jarvis in this thing."

Bruce shook his head, trying to wrap his mind around what Tony was asking of him.

"We're out of my field here. You know bio-organics better than anyone."

"And you just assume that Jarvis's operational matrix can beat Ultron's?"

"Jarvis has been beating him from inside without knowing it. This is the opportunity. We can create Ultron's perfect self without the homicidal glitches he thinks are his winning personality. We have to."

"I believe it's worth a go," Jarvis agreed.

"I'm in a loop!" Bruce said with a shake of his head. "I'm caught in a time loop. This is exactly where it all went wrong."

"I know. I know. I know what everyone's gonna say, but they're already saying it. We're mad scientists. We're monsters, buddy. We've gotta own it. Make a stand… It's not a loop. It's the end of the line."

"And Jess? You're just gonna forget about her? What would she think of this?"

Tony's gaze went cold. "I would never forget about Jess. You think I'm just going to pretend she isn't out there? Why do you think I'm doing this? This? This is Jess's one chance of getting out of there alive. Of someone beating Ultron and making sure she is safe."

"Tony, I don't think—"

"No," he cut him off jaw tight. "She wouldn't want this, but what choice do I have? None of us can beat him. You saw that. And I'm not going to risk her safety just because this has a two percent chance of failure."

Bruce sighed, knowing he wouldn't be able to argue against Tony at this point. "For Jess, then."

Tony nodded. "For Jess."

I grimaced, head aching as I wearily pushed myself up from the ground, cradling my injured arm. It throbbed consistently, letting me know what using my suit while it was hurt was more than stupid. Hold on. Where is my suit? I looked around then, noticing my surroundings and the robotic man standing across from me as he spoke.

"I wasn't sure you would wake up. I hoped you would. I wanted to show you. I don't… have anyone else."

I hesitated, hearing what I thought was a sense of loneliness. Is he becoming more… human? "W-What about the Maximoffs?"

His red gaze landed on me and I resisted the urge to flinch. He was still very much connected to the scepter that seemed to dislike me. I'll have to try a bit harder not to piss him off. I don't know what sort of influence the scepter has on him, and I don't doubt that it isn't good.

"Gone. Switched sides, apparently," he grunted. "I think a lot about meteors. The purity in them. Boom! The end. Start again," he rambled, and I winced, bringing a hand to my head as that image of something crashing into the Earth flickered through my mind. "The world made clean for the new man to rebuild. I was meant to be new," he said, stalking towards me as I backed up a bit. "I was meant to be beautiful. The world would have looked to the sky and seen hope, seen mercy. Instead, they'll look up in horror because of you."

"I'm not part of the Avengers," I argued.

"No. You're dating them, so you might as well be," he countered. "You've wounded me. I give you full marks for that."

"I didn't touch you," I continued, brows furrowed. He's blurring the lines. He's not just after the Avengers, but anyone who's similar.

He ignored me. "But, like the man said, what doesn't kill me—"

I jerked back when a hand punched right through him, revealing another better Ultron behind.

"…just makes me stronger." He was standing right in front of me now as I swallowed thickly before he reached down and hauled me up by my throat. "You though… You're curious. Something about you makes me just want to…"

I choked, pawing at his arm uselessly as he tightened his grip to the point that black spots were quick to fill my vision. Then, it loosened, and I gasped for breath.

"What is it? You know what it is, I'm sure. You were frightened of me from the start, as though you knew what I was capable of before I'd even gotten there."

"I-I didn't," I croaked out.

"No, but you did, didn't you? Something made you cautious of me. The others, they… underestimated me. You knew better. You didn't fight me because you knew you wouldn't win. Just as you didn't join in on the raid on that ship when I got the vibranium. That goes beyond human instinct. So, tell me. What is it about me that scared you so much?"

I stayed silent and he sighed.

"Really. I didn't want to do this. I'm honestly not the torturing type. Meteors, like I said. Swift, quick. Like breaking a bone."

I bit back a cry of pain, whimpering with tears in my eyes as he snapped my already injured arm.

"Let's try again. Why are you frightened of me?"

"I-It's not you," I bit out, glaring. "It was never you."

He scowled. "Explain."

"The scepter," I muttered. "Y-You were created from it, from whatever's inside it. That's what scares me. B-Back at the attack in New York… I could… communicate with it in a way, with the Tesseract too. The scepter hated me. That's just the feeling I got from it, and you…" I grimaced, throat sore and a burning pain coming from my arm as blood dripped to the floor. "…you're it… with legs. I didn't doubt that it would come after me, and you proved me right." I scoffed. "You should have gone after the jet."

His frown deepened and he threw me back against the wall, igniting even more pain from both my arm and still bruised back as I crumpled to the ground. He closed a set of metal bars, shutting me into the small space and storming off. A-All right. Did exactly what I didn't want to do. I pissed him off… But… I looked around where he'd left me, seeing some old radio equipment. Look at the treasure trove he shut me in. I heaved myself back up off the ground, eyeing my arm with a cringe and clenching my eyes shut. Not good. The bone is… I swallowed back a round of bile, tipping my head back and letting in and out long, deep breaths. No, it's fine. I can deal with it.

I reached down and lifted my shirt, using my teeth and good arm to tear it into strips as best I could. It was sloppy, but I managed and using that and some metal pipes, I made a make-shift splint. I let out a long breath, tired already probably due to blood loss on top of everything else. Sweat slipped down the side of my face and I shifted towards the equipment. Let's see how long this takes with one hand. Tony, I hope you're looking for me and not making a stupid mistake.

"I really need to put my foot down with them," I murmured under my breath, stripping a wire with my teeth. "I'm not their damn babysitter."

Steve stormed into the lab with Wanda and Pietro behind him, feeling anger rolling in his stomach as he saw Bruce and Tony working on the cradle without the intention of shutting it down like they were meant to.

"I'm gonna say this once."

"How about none-ce," Tony quipped, not in the mood to deal with the flashy hero.

"Shut it down!"

"Nope, not gonna happen."

"You don't know what you're doing."

"And you do?" Bruce challenged, eyeing Wanda behind him. "She's not in your head?"

"I know you're angry," Wanda tried, but he scoffed.

"Oh, we're way past that. I could choke the life out of you and never change a shade."

"Banner, after everything that's happened—" Steve cut in instead, attempting to ease the tension he knew was brought by having the kids behind him.

"It's nothing compared to what's coming!" Tony shouted.

"You don't know what's in there!" Wanda shouted back with Steve.

"This isn't a game!"

Pietro looked between them all and sped through the place, unhooking everything and shutting the power down. "No, no. Go on. You were saying?"

There was a gunshot, and everyone blinked as the bullet came up from underneath Pietro and he fell through the floor. Clint pinning his legs with a smirk.

"What? You didn't see that coming?"

An alarm went off and Steve turned back to the computer. "I'm rerouting the upload."

Steve shook his head, throwing his shield and Tony grit his teeth, drawing his suit in and firing off a shot to knock Steve down. Wanda went to help, but Bruce grabbed her from behind until she threw him back as well. Then, Thor slid into the room from seemingly nowhere, climbed on top of the cradle and use his lightning to power it up to the point of near overload. The cradle cracked open and a red-skinned man landed on the rim, silencing the fighting in an instant.

He threw himself at Thor, who proceeded to pass him over his shoulder and he nearly crashed into the window before pulling himself to a halt—eyeing the city just outside. Thor landed behind him, holding out a hand to stop Steve when he joined. Thor put his hammer down as the rest wandered over and the man landed before them—wearing black now for decency.

"I'm sorry. That was… odd. Thank you," he said to Thor, adding a cape to his outfit upon seeing Thor's.

"Thor," Steve called, hesitant about what was going on. "You helped create this?"

"I've had a vision," Thor explained. "A whirlpool that sucks in all hope of life, and at its center is that." He gestured to the gem in the other man's forehead.

"What? The gem?"

"It's the Mind Stone. It's one of the six Infinity Stones. The greatest power in the universe, unparalleled in its destructive capabilities."

"Then, why would you bring—"

"Because Stark is right," Thor said seriously.

"Oh, it's definitely the end times," Bruce complained.

"The Avengers cannot defeat Ultron."

"Not alone," the new figure said.

"Why does your Vision sound like Jarvis?" Steve questioned.

"We reconfigured Jarvis's matrix to create something new," Tony explained, as they eyed the person—Vision.

"I think I've had my fill of new."

"You think I am a child of Ultron," Vision mused.

"You're not?" Steve argued.

"I'm not Ultron. I am not Jarvis. I am… I am."

Wanda eyed him. "I looked in your head and saw annihilation."

"Look again."

Clint scoffed. "Her seal of approval means jack to me."

"Their powers, the horrors in our heads, Ultron himself, they all came from the Mind Stone," Thor explained. "And they're nothing compared to what it can unleash. But with it on our side—"

"Is it?" Steve questioned, very untrusting of this new… person. "Are you? On our side?"

"I don't think it's that simple," Vision said.

"Well, it better get real simple real soon," Clint said shortly, but Natasha put a hand on his arm, surprising him.

"I am on the side of life," Vision replied. "Ultron isn't. He will end it all."

"What's he waiting for?" Tony asked, seeing that Vision might know better than even Jess, what Ultron was up to.

"You… and Jess."

"He has Jess."

Vision nodded. "Which is very dangerous if he finds out what she is capable of. The knowledge she holds."

"Knowledge? What are you talking about?" Steve asked, and Natasha surprisingly spoke up.

"She has visions," she muttered. "Like Thor did."

"How?" Thor questioned in disbelief.

"I don't know. She had one in the jet on the way to stop Ultron. I thought it had to do with her connection to the scepter and the Tesseract."

"Something awakened within her," Tony said, looking to the others. "You all saw it. Her eyes changed. She would say things, prepare for things we didn't even know about. She… She just told me she could see glimpses of the future. Her dreams, her nightmares, her headaches, and migraines. All of those hinted at things that were going to happen."

"When did she tell you that?" Steve asked, brows furrowed.

"In Barton's little cozy shack with Fury. What did she say on the jet?"

Clint shrugged, but Natasha remembered.

"Ultron's stopped caring about mankind. She said he plans to wipe them out completely so they can evolve and if he fully integrated with that body, we're screwed."

"That was the same vision I saw when I looked into his mind, Ultron's plans," Wanda murmured.

"But why would the scepter help her?" Natasha questioned. "Ever since Ultron showed up, Jess has been scared of it. She told me it was because he was like the scepter but with legs."

"She said the scepter didn't like her to begin with," Tony explained. "Now, it has a way to attack her. Anyone would be scared."

"But the scepter is him," Bruce said, looking to Vision. "Isn't it?"

Vision nodded. "The Mind Stone was what she communicated with, which was held in the scepter."

"So, you hate Jess," Tony concluded, taking a step forward threateningly.

"Not necessarily. Jess is… complicated."

"You could say that again," Clint snorted.

"I do not mean mentally," Vision mused. "She is actually very straight-forward in that aspect. However… she is not really… here."

"I don't understand," Steve said as Vision mulled about the best way to explain.

"She is wrong," Wanda cut in, looking around at the others. "When I tried to step into her mind, as I did with all of you, it was… difficult. Dangerous."

"I had to carry her out," Pietro agreed. "She was in great pain."

"Jess was too," Clint recalled, and Vision nodded.

"Because she is not meant to be here. This is not—technically speaking—her world."

"So, she's an alien now?" Tony scoffed.

"She is human, but she is wrong, as she said. Events wrap around her instead of touching her. Her path is ever-changing and when she reaches out, interferes, things change in accordance."

"Like the butterfly effect," Tony concluded, and Vision nodded. "But you said Ultron is looking for her, and he has her."

"But he does not know what she is capable of. He will feel as I do and will understand that there is something wrong about her, but so long as she does not reveal what is, then he will wait for you."

"Where?"

"Sokovia," Cling replied. "She got a hold of us. Suppose you owe Nat a thanks for teaching her Morse Code."

Tony nodded his appreciation to Natasha as Bruce stepped forward, eyeing Vision.

"If we're wrong about you… If you're the monster that Ultron made you to be…"

"What will you do?" Vision asked, silencing the group who knew they wouldn't honestly be able to stop him. "I don't want to kill Ultron," he admitted. "He's unique and he's in pain. But that pain will roll over the Earth. So, he must be destroyed. Every form he's built, every trace of his presence on the net. We have to act now, and not one of us can do it without the others. Maybe I am a monster. I don't think I'd know if I were one. I'm not what you are, and not what you intended. So, there may be no way to make you trust me, but we need to go." He turned, lifting Thor's hammer and offering it to him.

The entire group went quiet, gaping at what had just happened and even Thor was stunned for a moment before tapping the hammer in his palm.

"Right. Well done," he praised Tony, patting his shoulder and following Vision out.

"Three minutes," Steve said then, unable to help knowing that Vision had just deemed himself trustworthy. "Get what you need."

"Wait, wait, wait," Tony called out, chasing after Vision and Thor, making them stop. "One thing. Just one. You got everyone to trust you just now, but me. Hammer, spammer. I only want to know one thing." He stepped up to Vision, eyes blazing. "Can you save Jess?"

Vision eyed him for a moment. "She is a complicated event. I cannot predict anything about her—"

"Yeah, I don't care. Will you save her?" Tony cut him off and slowly, Vision nodded.

"I will do my best."

"Good," Tony nodded definitively, starting to walk away.

"Why ask me?" Vision asked, making him pause. "Why ask me when you will be there as well?"

"Because those words you said… about not knowing if you were a monster…" Tony looked back at him. "Those were hers. Those were her words. And I didn't want you around just because I wanted to save the world. I wanted you working to save her. So, if I failed that… I needed to know about whether my priority was to save her or stop Ultron. Now, I know that even if I fail, someone will get her safe for me."

"Ultron knows we're coming. Odds are, we'll be riding into heavy fire and that's what we signed up for. But the people of Sokovia, they didn't. So, our priority is getting them out. It's what Jess would have wanted. And after everything she's done for us, we can do that much for her. All they want is to live their lives in peace and that's not gonna happen today. But we can do our best to protect them and we can get the job done. We find out what Ultron's been building, we find Jess, and we clear the field. Keep the fight between us. Ultron thinks we're monsters. That we're what's wrong with the world. This isn't just about beating him. It's about whether he's right."

"Jess! Jess!"

I shifted with a groan, bringing a hand to my head as I pushed myself up off the ground. I was dizzy for a second but quickly pushed past it, moving to the bars and calling out. "Bruce?"

He headed over, letting out a sigh of relief. "You all right?"

"Do I look okay to you?" I grumbled, looking down at my arm curled over my bare stomach. "He destroyed my suit."

"And your arm," Bruce muttered, giving me a look over as well. "The team's in the city. It's about to light up."

"Can you get me out?"

He smirked, lifting a gun and I shifted out of the way, letting him shoot the lock and pry the bars open.

"So, what's the plan?" I asked and he eyed me sadly.

"I'm here to get you to safety."

I frowned. "Not while there's people still out there."

"We can help with the evacuation."

I raised a brow. "You… You guys are evacuating?"

"The whole city, but I can't be in a fight near civilians and you're hurt. Not to mention all the stuff you've already done to help. Our fight is over."

"Yeah, think again," I scoffed, starting to walk out, holding out my free hand. "Comm."

"I-I didn't bring any."

"My God. Really? Why wouldn't you bring one?"

"T-They said it wouldn't matter. I was just to get you and get out."

I sighed. "Babysitting."

"What?"

"That's all I ever do with you lot. Babysit. I thought I might have half a chance when you said you'd started evacuating, but nope. No comms. No way to tell the others that I've figured out what Ultron's up to. No way to find out how far the evacuations are going. I don't even have a damn suit, so I can't just fly back." I paused then, eyeing the ceiling as the ground shook a bit. "And why can I feel the scepter? I haven't even seen the scepter since I've been down here. I thought it was in the cradle." I whipped around to him as he looked awkwardly away, letting me know he was hiding something. "Bruce."

"Hm?"

"I may have only one arm, but I can still prod you enough to cause a problem," I challenged. "Why is the scepter here?"

"W-Well… it's not exactly the scepter anymore. It's sort of… a Jarvis-sounding red-skinned man with a gem in his head?"

I froze. "Red-skinned?"

"Uh, yeah."

"A golden gem?"

"How did you—"

I turned around quickly, moving twice as fast up the stairs. "Yeah, nope. Not dealing with that today. Let's just get out of here and get me to some sort of communication system before—"

A figure landed in front of me and I took a hesitant step back, eyeing the golden gem and red and black skin… Not skin?

"Hello, Miss Jess."

"Just Jess… Thanks."