Salvage Yard
African Coast
Those who don't fly, are in the jet. While those who do are flying below it. Easier that way I guess.
"How do we know which building he's in?" Tony asks in my com sarcastically while I sit in one of the chairs, typing away on a laptop.
"Awe, What happened to Jarvis? Oh right... Ultron destroyed him. So let me work and stop bothering me." I yell. Though I wish I could spend three long days not talking to Tony Stark. Sadly, I have too.
"It's the rusted red and white ship up ahead. That boat has like, all the heat signatures inside." I inform.
Those who can't fly, fasten their parachutes.
"Have I ever mentioned how I recently hate heights." Clint comments. I ignore it. I don't know if I can trust him right now. I can feel his burning gaze on the side of my head but I ignore it. Instead, I jump out of the jet.
"Tuck and roll, people." I say into the coms as we all land on the ship. I
Look in shock to see Tony and Thor already fighting some of the bad guys. Seeing what's going on, we all join.
We fight our way through the ship until it's all clear. Tony walks in front of all of us, holding his arm out to stay in front. While others, take other angles in order to corner them.
We suddenly hear a clash and the voice of Ultron.
"It's a thing with me. Stark is... he's a sickness!" Ultron complains.
"Ah, junior," Tony makes us all known to Ultron. "You're gonna break your old mans heart." Tony jokes. Ultron turns around to face us as we walk up, Thor standing on my left.
Pietros eyes catch mine and my heart skips a beat. Stop it heart! His face shows no emotion but he looks at me, his eyes showing a storm within them.
"If I have to." Ultron says as the three of them walk to the edge of the other side of the bridge.
"Nobody has to break anything." Thor says.
"Clearly you've never made an omelette." Ultron jokes. I accidentally let out a laugh.
Tony keeps looking forward while Thor and Steve give me an "Are you serious?" Look. I shrug, laughing sheepishly. I turn forward to see Pietro grinning at me.
"He beat me by one second." Tony says. I watch while Pietro's eyes grow dark as they move to Tony.
"Ah, Yes. This is funny, Mr. Stark? It's what? Comfortable? Like old times?" Pietro taunts.
"This was never my life." Tony argues back.
"You two can still walk away from this." Steve says.
"Please." I add, finally catching Pietro's eyes again. I look closely as they soften for a split second but his sister sees his posture relax and starts talking.
"Oh, we will." She nods. Her voice rings in his ears, making him look away from me again.
"I know you've suffered." Steve says. Memories of the dream flash in my mind for a moment before Ultron pretends to gag.
"Ah. Captain America. Gods righteous man. Pretending you could live without a war. I can't physically throw up in my mouth, but..." Ultron trails off.
"He's funny." I say as I look at Wanda, pointing at him specifically. "What a hoot." I sigh.
"If you believe in peace, then let us keep it." Thor tries.
"I think you're confusing peace with quiet." Ultron says.
"Uh-huh. What's the vibranium for?" Tony asks. Ultron nods.
"I'm glad you asked that, because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan." Ultron says sarcastically before he pushes Tony forward and the rest of us back before he blasts Tony past us and into a wall.
Tony and Ultron smash into each over, fighting and flying through the building. Steve runs to fight one of Ultron's robots, as does Thor.
The world once again slows down around me and I realize Pietro's heading right at me. He slides over to my left side.
"This. Is not staying safe." He says, his voice hard and his accent thick. I slowly turn my head to look at him.
"You don't control me. Just like I wish you would stop letting Ultron control you." I ground out through my teeth. He sighs.
"That is shame. Because I will do anything to make sure you are away from harm." He says softly.
"Why?" I ask, frustrated. His brows furrow deeply as he looks down at me.
"I don't know."He says. The world becomes normal again before it quickly turns. My back smashes against the bridge and I groan from the pain. That bastard flipped me! I sit up, looking as he runs past Thor, pushing him away before running down the hallway.
I quickly get up and jump on the closest robot I can find, tapping away at its motherboard, simply shutting them down because I don't exactly know what an explosion would do to the boat.
I continue moving through the ship with Thor and Steve as we defeat robot after robot. As I shut off another robot the world slows for a minute as Pietro passes me, sending me a quick wink before he punches Steve, making him fall. I look at him shocked for a moment.
"Get down!" Thor yells at me. I squeal and crouch. I watch as Thor throws his hammer at Pietro. Pietro runs toward it and I can already guess his actions as a smirk rests on my face.
I'm proven right as the hammer throws Pietro through the railing and onto some heavy cases of weapons. That boy grabbed the hammer.
I stand up, looking back at Thor.
"Guess He isn't worthy, either." Thor shakes his head, laughing at me with a grin of his face.
We go back to fighting robots but I pause and watch in amazement as Steve locks the head of robot with his shield and Thor slams it right off the robots shoulders. I smirk, leaping off of the bridge railing and onto a flying robot.
I drop to the ground as that one goes out too. I look and see Steve standing in front of Pietro. Worry sprouts at the bottom of my stomach. I slowly walk forward as Steve slams his shield against him, making him fall back to the ground.
"Stay down, kid." Steve says to him before walking away. I breath, feeling immense relief. I quickly walk forward and crouch in front of him.
I give him a smile as he winces in pain. I look at his disheveled hair and feel an urge to brush it back. So I do. I reach up and run my hand through his soft hair.
"How ya feelin?" I ask. He laughs.
"Never better." His eyes flicker up to my hand that continues to play with his hair. I take it out and hold it in front of him.
"Come on, you big baby." I chuckle, helping him off the ground. Pietro stands, towering over me.
"I only wish we were on the same side." He says, cupping my cheek for only a moment.
"So do I." I say softly before rushing after Steve.
"Thor, status?" Steve asks. I pat his shoulder and silently wave. We wait for an answer.
"The girl tried to warp my mind. Take special care. I doubt a human could keep her at bay. Fortunately, I am mighty." Thor says.
One of Struckers guys pop up again and Tony and I start fighting him off. Before I can realize what's happening, I'm already standing behind Pietro as he throws Steve against some stairs. Wanda walks up to him and flashes her magic on him. I immediately head to him but Pietro's arms wrap around my waist tightly. Not letting me move.
"We have to take care of her." Wanda glares at me.
"No," Pietro argues harshly. "Do what you did last time." He compromises. She sighs but flashes her magic at me. I smirk as I'm still able to move. I can already feel the raging head ache I'm going to have later, but oh well. I start walking forward.
Wanda begins to panic as she tries it over and over.
"It's not working." She states the obvious, making me smirk wider.
"Please! Don't." Pietro shouts out. I turn around to look at him.
"I have to do it." She says.
"No!" Pietro shouts. But it's too late. My vision turns red and I collapse on the floor.
I open my eyes, groaning from the already forming head ache.
"That bitch." I whisper. I look around and see Steve still where he lays. I wonder how much time has passed and why I'm not being affected. I shrug and walk around, trying to find someone.
I turn a corner but stop short as I see Clint turn around and slap an electric arrow on Wanda's forehead.
"I've done the whole mind control thing. Not a fan." Clint says. I hide, feeling Pietro coming. He runs right past me and throws Clint away from Wanda, and right out a window. He picks her up and runs off.
I show myself and hop through the window. I hold my hand out for him to grab.
"Seems my brain doesn't like the whole mind control thing either." I smirk.
"You were there the whole time?" He groans, taking my hand.
"Yup." I say, my voice strained as I try and pull his weight up.
"Why the hell didn't you do anything?" He asks as he's now standing all on his own.
"Thought you might've deserved it..." I trail off. He nods absentmindedly.
"Did you?" I ask, my eyes turning to slits.
"Did I What?" He asks, not exactly looking at me.
"Deserve it." I specify.
Before he answers we hear a small crash and the conversation becomes forgotten. We start walking.
"Whoever's standing, we got to move! Guys?" Clint tries to call through coms.
"Anyone ok?" I ask, feeling worried about what Wanda did to them exactly.