WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW: I think y'all are caught up.

Chapter Six: Excluded from the Group

Peter whistled through the Avengers Headquarters. "Miss Natasha, may I speak with you for a moment." Natasha placed down her book and stood up. Around her the other Avengers sat either reading or talking quietly to each other. She followed Peter to a separate room.

"For a team there are a lot of individual meetings going on." Rhody pointed out.

"Eh, it's probably nothing. Maybe he needs help on his homework or something like that." Tony played a game on his phone.

The door opened and Pietro, Sam, and Bucky entered, their hair messed up and clothes slightly torn.

"What happened to you?" Wanda laughed.

"We have a lot of fans." Sam stated. He grabbed a water and chugged the entire thing in one gulp.

Pietro sat down next to Wanda with a huff. He leaned his head back on the back of the couch. "That girl is smart." Bucky chucked his water bottle at Pietro, who caught it with one hand, he never lifted his head.

"What did he say?" Steve looked up.

"Nothing. He said, absolutely nothing." Bucky glared intensely at Pietro.

"Pietro, what's going on? Who are you talking about?" Wanda poked her brother's side until he sat up.

"Nothing, I was just-" Pietro looked at Bucky, "babbling."

"I'm calling bullshit on that." Steve put one hand on his knee.

"Captain, your language." Tony put a hand to his chest, eyes wide.

"Shut it, Stark. Bucky," Steve looked to his friend, "explain." Bucky sighed and sat down.

Before he could start explaining Natasha and Peter came back into the room. "Steve, Fury wants to speak with you, Vision, Wanda, Stark, and Rhodes."

"Why us specifically?" Vision asked.

"I'm just the messenger." Natasha put her hands up. Steve stood, Rhodes followed. Wanda shrugged and got up.

"This conversation isn't over." Steve pointed to Bucky. Vision looked at Bucky before being the last to leave the room. The people left in the room looked to Natasha.

"I'm not going to like what you're about to say, am I?" Clint asked.

"Not particularly."

Steve and Rhody were the first to enter the empty living room. Tony walked in on his phone. "Whoa, whoa, where'd they go?" Rhody asked. Vision held the door open for Wanda then closed it gently.

"I'm guessing they went to help Miss Ashlie and Reagan find their friend." Vision stated as the door closed.

"What? Vision how do you know this?" Steve asked spinning around to look at the robot.

"Mr. Barnes instructed me to keep quiet until the time was right." Vision seemed to miss the angered expression in Steve's face. "I believe that time has come."

Tony looked between Steve and Vision. "Steve, please don't break my son."

"What do you mean?" Vision asked Tony.

"Vision," Wanda put a hand on his arm, "where did they go?" Vision shrugged.

"I do not know."

"What do you know?" Steve asked.

Vision opened his mouth to respond.

Reagan pulled Ashlie off to the side. They were at an airport parking lot, a white jet sits near them.

"I have to say this one more time, just so that I'm positive I'm not going crazy. We're flying to Russia."

Ashlie crossed her arms. "Yes."

"With the Avengers."

"With select members of the Avengers, yes."

"To defeat a robot."

"We're going to save Claire. The Avengers are going to defeat the robot." Reagan looked around, then pushed her hair behind her ears.

"You understand how much this plan sounds crazy right?"

"Reagan, this is almost over. After this we will still have a week to chill!" Ashlie smiled and bounced up and down. Reagan put a hand on her shoulder.

"Ashlie, do you think this is going to end just because we get Claire back. She's been gone for five days, five days in a place she doesn't know, with scary men…robot things for five days. Think about the traumatic effect this will have on her brain." Ashlie looked down, thinking about the information she was just given.

"Nah, she'll be fine. Hey, when she gets back do you think we should see Hamilton or Phantom of the Opera first?" Ashlie started walking toward the jet.

"Ugh, girl. You are not getting it." Reagan said to herself.

Bucky came off the jet looking around. "Ashlie, Reagan. Let's move, before Stark catches up with us." Ashlie ran up the stairs taking two at a time. Reagan pulled Bucky back before entering the jet.

"Ashlie is acting weird. Will you…" Reagan trailed off.

"Of course." Bucky put a hand across his chest. "I promise that I will return all three of you safely back here, together."

"Thank you." Bucky closed the door.

As the plane flew high into the air a car pulled up to the airport parking lot. Steve jumped out, along with Tony, Vision, Wanda, and Rhody.

"Tony, make that plane turn around, now." Tony straightened his blue tie. "I'm not God, Steve, though you may want me to be."

"Why wouldn't they include us?" Wanda asked.

"Perhaps they thought we would stop them." Vision suggested. Steve punched a nearby cart, it dented easily.

"Damn it, we would have helped." Tony took a step back.

"Sir, if I might say, our first mission is to defeat the last Ultron, the girl would not be our first priority." Vision reached into Steve's mind. "Oh."

"What is it, Vision?" Wanda asked.

Steve looked at Vision, and though Vision was very young and not perfect at picking up non-verbal cues he could tell that Steve did not want him to continue his thought.

"Oh…I get it." Stark bounced up and down like a little boy. "Stevie's got a crush."

"Shut it, Stark." Steve, turned to Vision. "Do you know where they're headed?" Vision nodded. "Everyone," Everyone being five people, "get to the Quinn jet."

"Sir, what's our objective?" Vision asked. Steve looked at the group.

"Destroy Ultron, save Claire." He stated confidently.

"Which one first?" Rhodes scratched his head.

"Whichever one is easiest." The team ran off in the opposite direction.