𝗘𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗦 ➣ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤-𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬¹

𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞

"𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐔𝐘𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓?" Steve Rogers' voice spoke curtly into the comms.

Charlie nodded before remembering that he couldn't see her. "That's a copy, Pops. Crazy robot trying to kill everyone, got ahold of the Cradle, yada yada."

They had left the Barton's farm a couple of hours before, just as the sun had started to rise. When she woke up, she was tucked in between her dads, far away from danger. Tony's hand had lay rested on her head and Steve's chest rose and fell steady beneath her head, where she must have dozed off. Charlie wished she could stay there forever, safe between the two people she loved most in the world.

But soon enough, they got a pinpoint on Ultron's location, and the moment was cut short.

Now, they hovered over the edge of South Korea, over the massive glass lab where Helen Cho had been taken captive by a psychotic robot.

"Dr. Cho is injured," Steve said, ignoring her anxious snark. "We need a couple Iron Legion at the site."

"On it." Charlie's braid hit her back as she leaned over Clint's side, insetting the tiny piece that would activate protocol. Immediately, the control panel to her left lit up with the Stark Industries logo. "I'll send them out."

Natasha spoke next, from downstairs in the bombing bay. "I got a private jet taking off, across town, no manifest. That could be him."

"Charlie's got the Iron Legion on line," Clint's voice was rough. "Wait- there! It's a truck from the lab. Right above you, Cap. On the loop by the bridge. It's them. I got three with the Cradle, one in the cab. I could take out the driver."

Steve responded before Charlie could. "Negative! If that truck crashes, the gem could level the city. We need to draw out Ultron."

The gem.

That strange little yellow stone that held so much more power than any of them realized was in the hands of a mass murderer.

There was a thud and Steve let out a small grunt. Charlie gripped her headset.

"No, no, no, no, no!" It was Ultron. He sounded almost whiney, like what Charlie imagined a little kid having a tantrum would sound like. "Leave me alone!"

There was a boom and Charlie heard her Pops slam against what sounded like a sheet of metal. "Well, he's definitely unhappy!" Steve grunted. "I'm gonna try and keep him that way."

"You're not a match for him, Pops," Charlie grimaced.

Steve sighed. "Thanks, sweetheart."

There was a bit of muffled back and forth between Ultron and Steve before Clint spoke.

"We got a window." He stared out the window and Charlie gripped the sides of her seat as they soared into between two buildings, nearly scraping the side of the quinjet before they hovered over a highway.