The three of us stop short as we get into the lab.
"No." I whisper, rushing to the closest computer, typing through it frantically. This can't be happening.
"All our work is gone. Ultron cleared all our work. He used the internet as an escape hatch." Bruce started explaining as more team members of the avengers walk in.
"Ultron." Steve mutters in distaste.
"He's been in everything. Files, surveillance," I explain, heartbreakingly taking a step away from a computer. "Probably knows more about us than we know about each other." I say in slight amusement.
"He's in your files, he's in the internet. What if he decided to access something a little more exciting?" Rhodey suggests.
"We're screwed?" I ask, kind of seriously.
"Nuclear codes." Hill says.
"Oh, we're definitely screwed." I say.
"Nuclear codes," Rhodey nods. "Look, we need to make some calls, assuming we still can." Rhodey says.
"Nukes? He said he wanted us dead." Natasha said.
"He didn't say "dead"." Steve says, looking over at me.
"He said extinct." I say in a small voice.
"He also said he killed someone." Clint steps forward.
"There wasn't anyone else in the building." Hill argues. Tony's head snaps over to look at me. He begins walking down from where he stood.
"Yes there was," He says, making Jarvis' wrecked and destroyed "body" show up in the middle of the lab. Bruce shakily steps forward.
"What?" He whispers. "This is insane." He adds.
"Jarvis was the first line of defense. He would have shut Ultron down. It makes sense." Steve says.
"Doesn't make it right." I mumble, stepping forward to look at him. He left when we weren't on the best of terms...
"No. Ultron could have assimilated Jarvis. This isn't strategy. This is... rage." Bruce explains. Footsteps storm into the lab and I immediately glare at Thor in all his battle armor. My glare drops as Thor starts choking Stark.
I smirk, both the people I'm annoyed at could possible be having a fight to the death... No! No. I don't want either of them to die... right?
"Woah, woah, woah." Bruce says.
"It's going around." Clint says.
"Pass me the cup." I mumble, but see Clint's faint smirk.
"Come on, use your words buddy." Tony says. I move out of the way as Thor starts walking forward with Tony in his grip.
"I have more than enough words to describe you, Stark." Thor chuckles.
"Thor! The legionnaire." Steve asks for a report. Also, successfully getting Thor to drop Stark.
"Trail went cold about one-hundred miles out, but its headed north. And it has the scepter. Now we have to retrieve it. Again." Thor says disgruntled.
"Genies out of that bottle." Natasha says.
"Someone didn't rub this room the right way." I laugh quietly at my own joke as mostly everyone else ignores me.
"Clear and present is Ultron." Natasha continues.
"I don't understand," Dr. Cho says, turning away from a broken robot to look at us, Stark in particular. "You built this program. Why is it trying to kill us?" Dr. Cho asks.
I stand next to Bruce and quickly become baffled as Stark. Starts. Laughing... Bruce starts shaking his head, making noises that disagree with where he's going with this.
"This isn't funny Tony." I whisper, my gaze flickers over all the other avengers.
"You think this is funny?" Thor asks. Stark turns around and faces them.
"No," He says simply. "It's probably not, right? This is very terrible. Is it so... Is it so... it is. It's so terrible." Stark stammers, looking amused. I very much want to wring his neck right now.
"This could have been avoided if you hadn't played-"
"No-" Tony tries to interrupt.
"with something you don't understand." Thor continues anyway.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It is funny. It's a hoot that you don't get why we need this." Tony spits out. I groan, smacking my forehead repeatedly on Bruce's shoulder with both my eyes closed, trying desperately to close all this out.
"Toony, maybe this might not be the time." Bruce says wearily and I can feel He's pointing at me. I smack his finger away. "How did you do that?" He whispers.
"Really? That's it? You just roll over, show your belly every time somebody snarls?" Tony asks, turning towards the two of us. I throw him a look as Bruce gets snazzy.
"Only when Ive crated a murder bot." Bruce says freely.
"We didn't. We weren't even close. Were we close to an interface?" Tony asks us, causing Bruce and I to over exaggerate a shrug in sync.
"Well, you did something right. And you did it right here. The avengers were suppose to be different than shield." Steve says, walking forward and closer to Tony.
"Anybody remember when I carried a nuke through a wormhole?" Tony asks.
"You mean besides the three times a day you remind us?" I ask blandly.
"No, it's never come up." Rhodey says with a shake of his head.
"Saved New York?" Tony asks again.
"Never heard that." Rhodey says again.
"Recall that?" Tony asks again. I storm up to him.
"You're only as good as your next performance Stark. With this robot that we created, their might not be a next performance!" I scream in his face. The room goes silent.
"A hostile alien army came charging through a hole in space," Tony starts.
"Oh my god, I can't. No, nuh uh. I am going to kill this man." I rant, walking back over to Bruce.
"We're standing three-hundred feet below it. We're the avengers. We can bust arms dealers all the live long day, but that up there, that's... that's the endgame. How were you guys planning on beating that?" Tony rants.
"Together." Steve nods. Tony takes a few steps towards him.
"We'll loose." He says simply.
"Then we'll do that together, too," Steve says as Tony walks away from him. "Thor's right. Ultron's calling us out. And Id like to find him before he's ready for us. The worlds a big place. Let's start making it smaller." Steve instructs as I carefully watch Tony step and face away from everyone.
I groan quietly. Rubbing my hands against my face in exhaustion. I try and take deep calming breaths when Steve's currently annoying voice rings out in the room.
"We'll start in the morning. It's been a long day and I think everyone's tired." Steve says. I take it back. His voice is an angel, a blessing in disguise. People start to disperse. My eye catches Tony's form as he stands still. I quietly walk up to him and tap at his spine, making him believe he is paralyzed.
I grab his neck before he falls and smash him against the wall.
"Woah, woah. What's going on. Casey? What did you do to me?" He shouts a little.
"You let your fear cloud everything and you dragged Bruce and I into this. You created another thing for us to feel guilty about," I squeeze his neck tighter. I can tell he wants to rip my hand away from him but he's paralyzed... "What happens if people die Stark? That will be on us!" I grit out. I let my hand go and watch him drop to the floor in a mess of limbs. His heavy breathing gives me no comfort.
"I don't think Bruce can handle anymore death on his hands Tony." I say quietly. I squat down and place my thumbs on his temple.
Tony suddenly starts thrashing around from being able to move his body again. I calmly stand up and watch him as fear mixes in with his iris'.
"You figure out a way to fix this," I ground out. Tony looks like he's going to dare say anything right now, so I quickly start talking. "Well, for me to fix your problem- - again... that just isn't worth the headache." I say dryly, walking down the halls and into my room.
My body begins to work on auto-pilot as I strip the cloths from my body, I stand motionlessly, as I re-dress myself, and as I lay in my bed.
A robot who can control all technology... this is going to be fun.
*******
I thrash around in a gurney before I realize I'm strapped down on it.
My hands, my legs, my body all look different. Where am I?
"Please don't do this. Please, please, not again, please! Please!" The screams that leave my supposed body shock me as the gurney bangs against the door, making it open. My voice sounds so weak and frail. So... terrified.
We burst through another door. My head turns to the left at a tall man who wore all surgical gear and a surgical mask.
"Please, let me go. I won't tell, I- I won't- I won't tell anyone, I promise!" My voice screams again. The surgeon ignores me again. I start thrashing around again as no one seems to be listening to me.
"Let me go! Let me go!" I scream as I jerk and thrash around in the ropes.
I suddenly feel a sharp yet quick poke in my neck. My vision gets blurry and my world spins. I can feel my breath getting quicker as I slip into darkness.
*******
I jerk upwards, the light blinding my eyes.
"AHH! AHH! NO, NO, NO!" I scream, pulling on the straps, trying to leave. My body twists into weird directions as I try and get away from the pain. I slump against the gurney.
"Again." A sharp voice demands.
"No, no, anything but that, please not again." I whimper. A long sharp needle sticks into my arms.
"AHHHHH!" My back jerks forward once again in such an excruciating position it's almost worse than whatever's happening to me. Screams ripple through my body as the pain just keeps coming and coming.
"AHH! AH! AHH! AHHH! STOOOOPP!" I screech as my voice is growing raw from the countless hours and possible days this has been continuing. I jump around in the gurney, trying anything to not be injected again.
My body slams against the gurney as I suddenly feel like I can't breath. I look down in alarm to see the surgeons hand pressed tightly against my chest. The straps around my hands jingle against the metal of the gurney as I try and move them to get his hand away.
My head starts feeling light headed and I'm greeted with the familiar blurry looking ceiling. I start to faint. I see a bright unnatural light hover over me and just as I'm about to fall into the darkness I hear something that chills my body to the bone.
"Again."
*******
I jerk up, wrapping my hands around my throat as I let in as much oxygen as I can. My head jerks to each corner of my room and I sigh in relief as I realize I'm still in the avenger towers. I press a point on my chest to level my breathing as I continue to reassure myself that I'm in my room.
"What the hell just happened?" I whispered to myself.
AN/ Hello!
Can I just say that I. Fricking. Love, Casey and Bruce's relationship. It means everything to me. Like, it's so precious and she's so protective of the small bean that is Bruce Banner.
It's just great...
Also, if you need to imagine something to understand the screaming in her dream. Imagine basically any instance when Will from stranger things is screaming from the mind flayer being in his body and people trying to hurt the flayer. Ya feel? Cool :).