Chapter Twenty-Three:
As soon as the first few shuttles off the Helicarrier landed, Tyron got to work. He began ushering people in, stopping then when they got too full, and sending them to the next ones. Everyone pushed forward, but Tyron stopped then, keeping them in check as much as he could.
One child came up to him, pulling on his suit. They had big brown, doe-eyes and held a stuffed animal to their chest. They spoke in Slovokia's native language, so Tyron had no idea what they were saying. They didn't seen sad, nor were they crying, so Tyron assumed they weren't lost. "C'mon, kiddo," Tyron said, gently nudging them towards the door, "Everyone gets a seat."
After filling up one more shuttle, Pietro grabbed tugged his arm, "Have one of the agents do this, we need to head to the core. Stark says he has a way to fix this."
"Thank god," Tyron breathed. He waved a SHIELD agent over, and quickly explained what was going on. He nodded, and spoke into a different communicator.
Pietro wasted no time scooping him up like a child, and Tyron felt his ears heat. "M'not a baby," he grumbled.
"Whatever you say," Pietro laughed. He dropped Tyron off a bit outside of the group so he could collect himself and head over.
The only one missing was Natasha. Everyone else was battle ready, stretching and gripping their weapons with white knuckles. Even the Hulk was there, huffing and a dark, earthy green.
Tony recognized the tense atmosphere and said something about it, "Romanoff? You and Banner better not be playing 'hide the zucchini'." Tyron chuckled at that, he knew something was between them for what was nearly two, three weeks now. They finally decided to do something about.
"Relax, Shell-head. Not all of us can fly," Natasha grumbled as she jumped out of a small truck she floored the gas on to get to the core with the others.
She hopped out of the side and hurried over, "What's the drill?"
Tony pointed to the core that was about three feet out of the ground and pulsating dimly. "This is the drill," Tony explained. "If Ultron gets a hand on the core, we lose."
"Not as fun as a video game," Tyron chuckled and Pietro shook his head with a smirk. Then, Ultron appeared, striding over in all his Tin Man glory. Behind him, was about twenty robots, all armed to the teeth.
"Is that the best you can do?" Thor tainted loudly with a wide smirk on his face. Then, Tyron heard it.
At first, he thought it was a earthqauke, until he remembered they were completely detached from the ground. He realized what it had been when the first began to show up.
Hundreds, probably thousands of robots swarmed them like ants, either hanging from buildings or on all fours, climbing over vehicles. They were all collectively making their ways to the core.
Tyron realized that this might be a little harder than he thought.
"This is the best I can do," Ultron said, his voice seemed to echo from everywhere and it took Tyron a second to realize that his robots were relaying his words. Some were amplifying the underlying tones of his voice. This made him sound scary, made him seem powerful and impossible to defeat. "This is exactly what I wanted. All of you, against all of me. How could you possibly hope to stop me?"
"Well, like the old man said," Tony said, catching a sideways glance at Steve. "Together." Then, they attacked.
Tyron and the other Avengers seemed to work in sync, somehow telepathically relating messages to each other with brief eye contact and head signals. Tyron, for his part, was having practically the time of his life. His body absorbed bullets like of was nothing and although he knew he'd be sore later because of it, it didn't stop him. None of the others could be hit by a bullet this fast, this strong, and be safe. None except for him.
So, he carried on, using the metal he absorbed to destroy the robots judiciously. Snapping their necks, bringing a sharp blade that had a few wires entangled in it down through their bodies. He had so much extra metal that he used it to a decoy of himself. Connected by a small strand of metal. Both him and his decoy demolished as many robots as they could.
Soon, the thousands fell to hundreds and hundreds to tens. Then, it was just Ultron, a few dozen robot stragglers. At their feet, the dead carcasses of metal robot remains. Sharp wires and electric ends sticking out of the metal exoskeleton, as they quickly lost live due to lack or mobility. And there wasn't a single scratch on the core.
Ultron was battered, his metal body broken and a arm was unresponsive. He dragged his right leg, and looked a bit defeated. "You know," he said, "With the benefit of hindsight..." He never got to finish his statement. The Hulk smacked his body out of sight, it soared through the air before probably landing in a broken heap elsewhere, unusable.
The other robots ran, and quickly cleared the area. "They'll try to leave the city," Thor said aloud. Vision was on it immediately, and flew away.
"We can't let 'em, not even one," Tony said, then spoke into the comms. "Rhodey!"
"I'm on it," James replied.
"We gotta move out," Steve ordered. "Even I can tell the air is getting thin. You guys get to the boats, I'll sweep for stragglers, be right behind you."
"What about the core?" Clint asked, and this time, Wanda spoke up.
"I'll protect it," she announced firmly. "It's my job." Tyron smiled, she had grown, in the past few days. She came out of her hard shell, always attached to her brother, and grown into her own, independent person. Strangely, Tyron was proud of her and happy for her.
Everyone left, minus Pietro, Wanda, and himself. "Get the people on the boats," Wanda said, knowing he wouldn't go unless she told him.
"I'm not going to leave you here," Pietro said, concered.
"I'll stay, if ya want," Tyron suggested, but Wanda shook her head firmly, making her red hair curl around her face.
"I can handle this," she assured, destroying another robot. "Come back for me when everyone else is off, not before."
"Hmm..." Pietro nodded, as if taking her last statement into consideration, but Tyron knew he'd come anyway.
"You understand?" Wanda said, reassuring his words.
"You know, I am twelve minutes older than you," he reminded her, and Wanda chuckled.
"Go," she said, smiling.
"Stay safe," Tyron reminded her, she looked at him, and nodded. The smile still on her lips, as she took his words with appreciation. Tyron smiled back, and then the two left.
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Once again, Tyron was ushering people to shuttles. Steve insisted he'd stay on the ground despite the fact that he was more than willing to help fight with the others. However, after seeing the last few people who needed the shuttles, he conceded, and went to help.
Tyron finished ushering in the last person in the line. She was an elderly woman who had left her cane at her home with all the chaos and commotion. She smiled wearily at Tyron as he helped her to the seat.
"Is that the last person?" A SHIELD agent asked breathlessly, probably as exaushted as he was.
"I think, but give it five more minutes. I don' wanna accidentally miss someone," they nodded reluctantly, relaying the message to the others. This had been the last shuttle after all, and it was nearly empty. Tyron also knew it was too dangerous to breathe at this point. The air was so thin, it felt like wheezing when you had a sore throat.
"Costel?" A woman who was being escorted to one of the shuttles called out, and Tyron turned. "We were in the market. Costel?!" Tyron moved to get to the woman, but Clint got to the her first. He spotted the boy behind a railing, teary eyed and pale faced. The woman ran to help Clint carry the boy.
Tyron breathed a sigh of relief, they were nearly done. And when they got back to the Tower, he could rest with Pietro at his side. The thought filled him with warmth as he gave one last check for the area.
"I got no strings, so I have fun," Tyron heard the artifical voice immediately and froze. "I'm not tied up to anyone..."
A round of bullets aimed at Clint, the woman, and the boy, all faster than he could run, faster than he could block. Tyron opened his mouth to shout, his feet moving to head over to them, as a familiar blur did the same. A stray one caught his arm, shoulder, and back of his thigh. It burned, and he stumbled, nearly falling on his face.
The side of a car was in front of Clint and the small family, and beside them, was Pietro. Blood spilt down his lips, and his suit was littered with openings. All of them stained his perfect pale skin a sickly blossom of red. Of blood.
"You didn't see that coming," he whispered to Clint, a pained smirk on his face then, his eyes rolled back and he collapsed.
Tyron didn't register himself screaming. He didn't realize he was on his knees, tears streaming down his face. He cradled his head in his arm, his entire body shaking. "Pietro, no, please, c'mon, Pietro," he stammered. Pietro eyes - his brilliant blue eyes that made Tyron think that the entire world stopped turning and were so full of emotion and love and life - had glazed over. Now lifeless, now dead, and staring at a blue sky aimlessly as blood continued to seep through his clothes.
Someone gently took Tyron arms, and pried him away from the dead boy. They were whispering something, but Tyron didn't hear them. He didn't hear any of them. He wanted to hear Pietro again. He wanted to see him laugh, to see him cry, to see him alive again.
Tyron was brought into a empty shuttle, and he curled up on the seat. Someone's arms were wrapped around him, drawing him into their chest as he cried. This wasn't fair. If he had just been a little faster, a little stronger, this would never have happened.
"It's okay," Natasha whispered softly, "It's okay... It's been a long day..."
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I hope you didn't see that coming, lol. I told you you'd like the outcome. I mean, did you really think I was going to keep Pietro? Sorry, but sadly, sacrifices must be made in order for my bby to bloom and grow happy.
With that being said, there's a lot more to come, two more arcs, actually - why do we call them story arcs? My story isn't a arc, I think it's like a play. Imma call it an act.
With that being said, there's a lot more to come, two more acts, actually. I've labeled them in my outline as the Robot, the Riot, the War. Do what you want with that information.
I also know this chapter is short, only 1700 words, not counting A/N, sorry. I'll make it up you with the next few chapters.
One last thing, I should have a story coming out soon. It's called Fantastic Beasts and Where He Found Them. It's basically a story of headcanons for the Fantastic Beasts book. I'm literally just now getting into Harry Potter since I wasn't allowed to read/watch it when I was little, so I thought it'd be good.
OH! And my three year anniversary for Wattpad was on the 10th of September, who, thanks y'all for reading my stories (since I'm just a gay homeschooled dork).
Okay, that's it, sorry for the long note. I'll see y'all next time, and remember...
Don't melt~!
- Happyritas OOO