Chapter Eighteen:

"Get up," Tony said, waltzing in Tyron room. Tyron was sitting on his bed, working on a few sheets of homework. He turned to look up when Tony walked in. "You're coming with us."

"Where?" Tyron asked, it was a Friday, so it wasn't like he had school the next morning. He was hoping to get into a club or something. He missed when he was able to do that without having to worry about gettung in trouble for sneaking out.

"We're going on a field trip and you're going to be our trump card," Tony grinned. "Get ready, we're leaving in an hour."

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Tyron realized that he didn't have a 'super suit' like the other Avengers. Tony said he'd make him something he could use soon, but Tyron didn't really think he needed it. He had wore a standard black suit, but decided to use a bit of Tony's scrap metal to add a few knives and a mask around his lower face.

The flight from New York to West Africa was about nine hour flight, and Steve explained their situation while they went. "Ultron is expected to be in Wakanda in order to get vibranium. Our priority is to stop him at all costs. It is highly possible that the Maximoffs will be there. If you come in contact with either of them, do not engage without back up, especially with the female one."

"And what of the robot?" Thor asked, twisting his hammer on his knee.

"It's likely Ultron will have some of the Iron Legion as back up," Tony explained. "We should focus his main body, but don't disregard those. If shirt starts to hit the fan, he can use it to escape."

"Tyron," Tyron looked up, attentive at the sound of his name being called by Steve. "You will be surrounded by metal - and if anyone can deal damage to the robots easily, it'll be you. Your job is to get rid of the Iron Legion, it'll strand Ultron to the location, disallowing him to escape."

"Gotcha," Tyron nodded.

"We will give you the signal if we need a Code Green," Steve continued, talking to Bruce, who nodded solemnly. "It is unlikely that we will because there is a small city nearby. This being a quiet, extermination mission, it is in our best interests to keep the people of that city out of this."

"Alright," Bruce agreed.

"We land in twenty minutes, everyone start suiting up," Steve finished, then clapped his hands, and everyone got to work.

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"... So if you're going to fiddle with my brain, and make me see a giant cuttlefish," the man, Uysless Klaue, as Tony said, spoke. "Then I know you don't do business, and I know you're not in charge, and I only deal with the man in charge." Tyron could feel the vibrations of the heavy footsteps from the roof, and tensed. He only heard Ultron from the intercom in his room back at the Tower. If those footsteps belong to 'Ultron' then, he certainly got an upgrade the last time they met.

"There is no 'man' in charge. Let's talk business," Ultron said, his voice rumbled with authority and strength. "Upon this rock I will build my church. Vibranium."

"He's here," Tyron whispered to his earpiece.

"Got it, closing in now," Tony replied.

"You know, it came at great personal cost," Klaue says, carefully. "It's worth billions."

"Now, so are you," Ultron said smugly. It was weird, to Tyron, to hear a robot sound smug. "It's all under your dummy holdings? Finance is so weird. But I always say, 'Keep your friends rich and your enemies rich, and wait to find out which is which.'"

Klaue was silent for a few moments, "... Stark."

"What?" Ultron sounded like he just got slapped. Tyron tensed.

"Things sound like there boutta to git heated..." Tyron muttered into his earpiece.

"Tony Stark used to say that... To me. You're one of his," Klaue said with an awe of realization.

"What?! I'm not...!" Tyron heard a sharp hiss of pain. "I'm not. You think I'm one of Stark's puppets, his hollow men? I mean look at me, do I look like Iron Man? Stark is nothing!" Suddenly, there is a shout of pain, and Ultron's angry time dropped. "I'm sorry. I am sor... Ooh, I'm sure that's going to be okay. I'm sorry, it's just I don't understand. Don't compare me with Stark!"

Tyron heard a door open, "They're coming out."

"Dropping in," Tony replied, just as his suit fell from an opening in the ceiling. Steve and Thor are flanking him, weapons ready. "Ahh, Junior. You're gonna break your old man's heart."

"If I have to," Ultron replied smartly. Now, Tyron can see Ultron. He is a big robot, almost seven feet tall. He is completely metal and a long knife on his arm is coated with blood. Tyron noticed that the source of the blood came from a man at his feet, missing an forearm. Behind Ultron are two young adults, the older man with silver hair Tyron saw before and a new girl. She had blood red hair and wears a red cloak that hid a dress underneath. Red, lacey swirls of what had to be magic surrounds her fingers and her dark eyes are narrowed at Tony and the others.

"We don't have to break anything," Thor said, trying to bring peace to the two groups.

"Clearly you've never made an omelet," Ultron replied sassily, which almost makes Tyron laugh. Sassy, smug robots. If he wasn't so murder-y Tyron would want to keep him.

"He beat me by one second," Tony said.

"Ah, this is funny, Mr. Stark," The silver man, who called himself Quicksilver when Tyron met him last time, spoke. Hid accent is thick and adds harsh sounds to his words. "It's what, comfortable? Like old times?"

"This was never my life," Tony defended himself.

"You two can still walk away from this," Steve informed.

"Oh, we will," The red girl said, her accent the same as her brother's.

"I know you've suffered," Steve continued, trying to be sincere, but he is cut off by Ultron.

"Uuughh! Captain America. God's righteous man," Ultron said, almost rolling his eyes. "Pretending you could live without a war. I can't physically throw up in my mouth, but..." Tyron covered a smirk, his similarities to Tony was honestly funny.

"If you believe in peace, then let us keep it," Thor said.

"I think you're confusing peace with quiet," Ultron said, crossing his metal arms.

"Yuh-huh. What's the Vibranium for?" Tony asked, dismissing Ultron's remark.

"I'm glad you asked that, because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan!" Tyron heard the metal robots before they came. Several of them flew in, shooting at Tony, Thor and Steve. Tyron took the gun of his hip - that he may or may not have lifted off the jet - and shot at the robots. With every bullet, a thin line of metal connected from the robot to him.

Three landed in one robot as it flew and Tyron took off with it. With a quick touch, Tyron has absorbed most of the metal on it's exterior. He used his teeth to pull out the most important sparking wires. The robot began to fail easily. Tyron stabbed a metal knife of a hand into the robot's abdomen before shooting the next closest one and jumping to it.

The one he jump off fell to the ground, lifeless while he workes on disabling the newer one he rode. This one fought back, trying to shoot him, but the bullets didn't penetrate skin. Tyron quickly disabled the robot and then shot at the wall, landing there to catch his breath.

Tyron looked down to see Natasha struggling with three Iron Legion robots. He dropped behind one and tore out it's neck with his teeth. He grabbed another by the head, absorbing it's skull. Natasha finished the last one easily, and frowned.

"I didn't need help," She muttered.

"Sure ya didn't," Tyron smirked.

"Two more Iron Legion in the sky," Steve said.

"M'on it," Tyron replied, pointing his gun. He caught a sight of red wipsy strands of lace surround Natasha's temples. He didn't have a chance to say anything because the familiar wispes of magic found their way to his, just as he shot his gun.

He sailed towards the robot harrassing Steve for a few seconds, before everything around him began to fade.

Baron pushed him on the bed, "M'sorry! I won't do it again, Baron!" Tyron pleaded, trying to sit up. Baron pulled out his gun and shot him in the chest twice. Tyron let out a strangled cry, holding his chest, trying to ignore the pain of the bullets that made contact with his skin.

"Stay the fuck down," Baron growled, and Tyron laid back down. Immediately, he felt all the wind knocked out of him, as if he were just slammed on the ground. Baron began to get to work. Tyron thrashed and screamed, but his attempts at struggling was recieved with punches to the gut.

"I don't think he is dead," someone spoke beside him.

"I didn't kill him," a female voice replied testily. "Can you carry the both of us? Ultron will be glad to have a hostage."

"If you're going to take him, we need to go now," the man said. Suddenly he was picked up, and the wind rushed by him, as if he were strapped to the front of a train.

Seconds later, he was dropped on the ground. Tyron groaned, feeling sick. Then, he turned on his side, and vomited. The gray slush smelled awful and wreaked of bile.

"You are an Avenger?" The female voice asked. Tyron glanced up, it was the red girl, she was staring down at him. Tyron didn't answer. His head was spinning, and he didn't think he could keep his eyes open much longer. "You are friends with Stark?" Tyron didn't answer again. "Tell me, why should I let you live?"

Tyron breathed for several seconds. He slowly began to speak, "'Cause... Ya really can't kill me..." The girl narrowed her eyes at him with a flick of her wrist, Tyron was unconscious.

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Sorry for the shortness, I thought it'd be better to split it up. The next one will prolly be longer, and have more interaction between my babies, Pietro and Tyron :)!

That's all I got for now, I'll see y'all next time, and remember...

Don't melt~!
- Happyritas OOO