"So you and Bruce are gonna stay here on the Quinnjet, keep your ears open if we call, we might need code green." Bruce and Kim both nodded. Clint frowned, feeling dread in his stomach at the thought of what could happen. "Are you sure you want to stay here Kim? One of us can fly you back home, no problem." Kim gave him a look, walking closer, ignoring her own bad feeling. "Bruce and I will be fine, just go do what you always do. Go save the world." Clint smiled, kissing her quickly. "You got it." Tony kissed her next, looking more worried. "Stay safe, stay here, Ok?" Kim nodded with a smile. "I will. Now go. You have a murderous robot to take down." Tony nodded before his helmet went down, speaking to the others in the coms. "Everyone, let's move out."

TJ grinned as he fired the engine on the motorcycle he was on, Loki on the back, arms around TJs waist. "Let's roll!" Loki couldn't help but smile. Tony and Quinn we're already flying as Gage, Clint, Cap and TJ all took a Jeep or motorcycle.

Kim sighed, watching them leave. Bruce put an arm around her shoulders. "They'll Be Fine. They always are." Kim smiled weakly. "Yeah."

Once inside the shipyard, Tony lead them inside. "He's inside, stick close to me." Loki took a deep breath, following, knife hidden neatly in his sleeve, Gage and TJ both being kind enough to help him with proper tactical clothing that fit his small frame.

"He's here." Tony said as the group stopped where the owners office was. Cap was about to speak about some battle plan when suddenly said owner was thrown through the glass window by a flash of red energy,holding his bloody stump of an arm, Ultron floating down as the man ran off.

Ultron saw them, giving an amused huff. "I will say it's a pleasure to see you Anthony but we both know I would be lying through my teeth."

Tony raised an eyebrow in his helmet. "That would work if you had teeth. " Ultron gave another amused noise. "You're a funny man Mr. Stark. Always making everything into a joke to hide the pain. Ah Captain America, Gods righteous man, thinking you can live without a war."

Quinn was more than ready to kill this thing. "Shut up! Dad, can we go after him yet?" She was cut off as they saw Wanda and her brother . Ultron replied to Quinn before Tony could. "I'd like to see you try miss. Stark, I'm sure my helpers would have something to say about that."

No one was really sure who started the fighting first. Tony and Quinn went after Ultron who were fighting them both rather impressively.

Wanda had gotten the upper hand on Loki while her brother distracted the others, inserting a little red bit of energy into his head. Making his eyes go wide and his breathing pick up.

He was back there. His father's whip in hand and little hands shackled to the floor.

TJ saw this and tried to get to Loki. "Loki! Shit!" He had his gun out but the gray blur was too fast, keeping him away from helping Loki who was collapsed and shaking. The gray blur stopped a second long enough for Wanda to get her energy through and into TJs head.

TJ quickly turned to her, feeling what she was doing but couldn't fight against it. He went to punch her but he was greeted with a school room, children bleeding, a few sobbing with their bones broken so unnaturally he felt nauseous. There was a gun in his hand and Quinn across from him, her suit critically damaged along with the rest of her. She was sobbing. "How could you? How could you do this? They were just children." TJs mouth felt dry and his hands shook. "I...I didn't.." "You're not my brother. You're a monster!"

Tony saw TJ and Loki were down and went over to Loki first, seeing he seemed to be having convulsions but a scanned indicated he was simply just shaking, probably from terror. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights and his eyes told him he wasn't there. "Clint, Gage. Cap you read me? Loki and TJ are down but not injured."

Clint found Gage in a similar position on the staircase. "Shit, So is Gage." He held his brothers head, seeing his hazel eyes look terrified and wide, he wasn't here with them, he was with his dad in that awful house.

He suddenly tensed. Hearing footsteps. He carefully got his stun arrow ready in hand. He turned quickly and rammed the arrow into Wanda's head with a glare. "Sorry, not a fan of mind control." She nearly collapsed as her brother caught her, glaring at Clint as he ran off fast as a bullet.

Tony, Clint and Quinn were left with the mess Ultron made. His family were down and psychologically damaged. He tried to get TJ to wake up when Friday informed him. "Sir, there's some trouble with Dr. Banner, he's gone code green and Mrs. Stark is unresponsive."

Tony stilled hearing the news. "What? How? What's going on? Friday, what is going on? Is she ok?" He rambled. Friday responded. "I don't believe so. I've contacted first responders, they are 30 seconds out but we have more pressing issues. Dr. Banner is making his way to the closest city." Tony couldn't think, This was all going to hell. What the hell was he supposed to do? He hated himself but Bruce hulking out in a city with no control is about the worst that could happen and unfortunately takes priority to his wife at the moment who had first responders already there likely. He flew out fast as he could, speaking to the rest in their comms.

"Guys Bruce is hulked out and going toward the city, I'm going to take care of it, try to get everyone out of whatever state their in and get back to the ship and don't be alarmed that there might be some first responders." Clint spoke next, sounding just as troubled as Tony felt. "First responders? Is Kim alright?" Tony felt a lump grow in throat and his eyes well up. "I don't know but Bruce possibly killing thousands is a higher priority right now. Help everyone best you can, I'll meet up later."

He's not sure what made Bruce freak out the way he did, probably that magic girl he saw, probably the one that took down TJ, Loki and Gage.

When Tony got back to the Quinnjet, Carrying an unconscious Bruce, he knew something wasn't right.

SHIELD medics were there, standing over Kim's body, trying to resuscitate her. A medic saw him, coming over to inspect Bruce, helping him lay on the ground. Tony walked over as he heard the one talk. "Call it. Time of death-" "No. No you can help her right? Why aren't you helping her?" Clint was next to him, blue eyes red rimmed and face wet. His lip trembling as he wrapped an arm around Tony.

"Tony she's gone." Tony shook his head , his own eyes filling quickly but something about this felt so final. There was no fighting it. He saw Quinn and TJ wrapped in themselves, mourning and sobbing. Loki watched silently with a few tears escaping now and then.

This was it.

She was gone.

Tony couldn't help what he did. He collapsed to the ground, taking the white blanket off her quickly, the SHIELD medics giving him his space. He looking her over, caressing her face as he whimpered. "No. No, Com'on angel, please, wake up." The one medic spoke softly. "I'm sorry. She was already gone by the time we got here, she had critical spinal damage, there was nothing we could do." Tony sucked in lungfuls and cried harder than he ever as, leaning his forehead against Kim's cold one. Not cold, it was lukewarm but quickly turning cold. He felt arms come around him and a head resting against the nape of his shoulder, he knew it was Clint, mourning with him.

SHEID was kind enough to take Kim's body to be taken to their morgue. Right now was no time for a funeral and they had to get back to the tower to track Ultron, again, even if it's going to be impossible to focus.

While Tony was on autopilot he pressed a few buttons. "Friday do you have the footage of what happened to Kim?" His eyes were still watery and his chest felt like it caved in but he had a job to do. "Yes but I warn you, its rather graphic." "Show me." He said, voice soft and fragile.

The static video was on the small screen but the dash, it shows Wanda managing to infect Bruce with her voodoo and he, of course, understandably freaking and hulking out. Tony vaguely wonders what she made him see but the thought was pushed back when he completely hulked out and Kim trying to calm him down, not terrified one bit but the hulk grabbed her in one hand, so incredibly tight Tony felt sick, knowing how much pain she must have been in but it was short lived as he threw her into the Quinjet with enough force to shake the camera and jet itself before he ran off.

He shut it off, feeling more tears race down his face, his hand coming to wipe the tears away. "Sir, if I may." Friday said softly, with such concern he was reminded of Jarvis which made his heart hurt even more. "You may." "She may have passed away but she died a hero. She knew how dangerous the hulk can be and still chose to fight for his humanity." Tony felt his lip tremble, looking out the window at the passing clouds. "She always did that. Did I ever tell you how we met Friday?" "No sir, please tell me." Tony smiled, bittersweet and full of hurt. "She saved my life. Even when she didn't know me, never met me, she still risked her own life to save mine."

Tony was surprised when he saw Clint with the same bittersweet smile. "That sounds like our angel." Tony felt a cry escape when he heard that nicknames and Clint didn't waste any time. He got Tony of out the pilots seat and wrapped him up close and tight, letting him cry into his shoulder. Tony eventually calmed enough to talk. "She died trying to calm Bruce down." Clint nodded, voice soft. "I know. I managed to put two and two together when I saw what her injuries were." Tony shook his head, wiping his eyes. "How are the kids?" "As expected I guess. I'm worried about Bruce." Tony swallowed. "Shit. He's not going to be a bale to handle this, not with his guilt." "I know. We're trying to wait until we're home to talk. Let everything settle." "If it ever will." "It will." Clint assured him and Tony looked concerned. "You seem to be handling this well."

Clint shrugged. "Just used to bad stuff happening to us, one of us dying was bound to happen sooner or later." Tony just hugged him, holding him close and scared to let go, he didn't want to lose him too.

The Quinnjet was silent. Quinn was with Gage in a small corner and TJ just stared out the window as the nighttime clouds passing by. Loki walked up to him, sitting in front of him. "How are you feeling?" Loki asked gently. TJ sniffled, eyes red and wet. "Just fine." "TJ, please love. Talk to me." TJ looked at Loki, softly glaring. "About what? How my mother is fucking dead?" "It would be a good start."

TJ huffed, turning to him. "Fine. My mother is fucking dead. What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?" He said, his voice nearly breaking. His voice trembling as he cried continued to rant. "She's dead and his fault." He said as he stared at Bruce's unconscious form, still asleep from his massive and a aggressive transformation. Loki softly glared. "You know he would never hurt her, he wasn't himself. That witch messed with his head as she did ours. He was just as much a victim as the rest of us."

TJ looked away. "I know. I know that but I'm still so fucking pissed and I hate it." Loki held his hand tightly. "I know. You don't have a target to hunt for revenge-" "Oh I do. That fucking witch. This is all her fault. She messed with our heads and it got my mom killed." Loki frowned. "Revenge won't bring your mother back, it would only make you a murderer and I won't let you go that that road."

TJ glared at him. "Funny coming from the person that made me a murderer." Loki swallowed his hurt down. "Love, please, I only did what I did because Thanos was watching." TJ stood, staring him down. "What's stopping you now then? What's stopping you from taking over my head again and giving me the order to kill everyone?" Loki felt his eyes water. "Because I love you. I've changed and I love all of you. You've all become my family. Please, I know you're hurt but this is no reason to attack me." TJ felt his anger drain him, his words replaying in his head as he hiccuped a sob. "Fuck...fuck I'm so sorry...I didn't mean it.." Loki quickly stood, hugging him tightly and letting him cry and hold on for fear life.