I change out of my dress and into some leggings one of Steve's hoodies, meeting back with the others in the lab. I didn't notice that I had a cut on the top of my forehead, Nat sits me down and starts to clean it.
"All our work is gone. Ultron cleared out, used the internet as an escape hatch." Bruce shakes his head.
"Ultron." Steve repeats.
Nat looks up, "He's been in everything. Files, surveillance. Probably knows more about us than we know about each other."
"He's in your files, he's in the internet. What if he decides to access something a little more exciting?" Rhodey asks.
"Nuclear codes." Maria looks up.
"Nuclear codes. Look, we need to make some calls, assuming we still can."
"Nukes? He said he wanted us dead." I say, wincing as she places two strips on my cut.
"He didn't say dead. He said extinct." Steve says:
Clint squeezes my shoulder, "He also said he killed somebody."
"But there wasn't anyone else in the building."
"Yes there was." Tony steps up and brings up the now-destroyed 3D image of Jarvis' consciousness.
"This is insane." Bruce shakes his head
"Jarvis was the first line of defense. He would've shut Ultron down, it makes sense." Steve nods.
"No, Ultron could've assimilated Jarvis. This isn't strategy, this is...rage." Bruce says
I look over as Thor walks in angrily, he suddenly grabs Tony's neck and lifts him up in the air, "Woah, woah, woah! It's going around!" We all jump up.
"Come on. Use your words, buddy." Tony struggles.
"I have more than enough words to describe you, Stark."
I rush over and grab Thor's shoulder, "Thor. Let him go." I nod. Thor looks at me, he slightly sighs. "That's it....let him down." I nod again.
Thor finally drops him and turns angrily, "Trail went cold about a hundred miles out but it's headed north, and it has the scepter. Now we have to retrieve it, again." Thor sighs angrily as I hold onto his arm to comfort him. He nods at me, signaling that he's okay now.
"The genie's out of that bottle. Clear and present is Ultron." I nod, letting foe of Thor's arm.
"I don't understand. You built this program. Why is it trying to kill us?"
Tony starts laughing, Banner shakes his head, trying to stop him. "You think this is funny?" Thor asks.
"No. It's probably not, right? Is this very terrible? Is it so... is it so... it is. It's so terrible."
"This could've been avoided if you hadn't played with something you don't understand." Thor points.
"No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It is funny. It's a hoot that you don't get why we need this."
Bruce steps up, "Tony, maybe this might not be the time to-"
"Really?! That's it? You just roll over, show your belly, every time somebody snarls." Tony asks.
"Only when I've created a murder bot."
"We didn't. We weren't even close. Were we close to an interface?" Tony points.
"Well, you did something right. And you did it right here. The Avengers were supposed to be different than Shield." Steve steps up.
"Anybody remember when I carried a nuke through a wormhole?" Tony asks.
"No, it's never come up."
"Saved New York?" Tony asks.
"Never heard that."
"Recall that? A hostile alien army came charging through a hole in space. 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 end game. How were you guys planning on beating that?" Tony looks at all of us.
"Together." Steve nods.
"We'll lose."
"Then we'll do that together, too." Tony looks at him for a moment before turning away. "Thor's right. Ultron's calling us out. And I'd like to find him before he's ready for us. The world's a big place. Let's start making it smaller."
After awhile, I was sitting at a computer, Bruce on another desk as we try to look through the system. I look up as Tony walks in, "What's this?"
"A message. Ultron killed Strucker." Steve says, I look up to see the photo.
"And he did a Banksy job at the crime scene, just for us."
"This is a smokescreen. Why send a message when you've just given a speech?" Nat asks.
"Strucker knew something that Ultron wanted us to miss."
I turn back Tot he computer and start typing, "Yeah, I bet he..." I sigh. "Yep. Everything we had on Strucker has been erased."
Tony turns. "Not everything."
I stay in my spot and go through the many files. "Known associates. Well, Strucker had a lot of friends." Steve sighs.
"Well, these people are all horrible."
"Wait. I know that guy." Tony points, Bruce passes him the photo he was looking at. "From back in the day. He operates off the African coast, black market arms." Steve gives him an accusing look. "There are conventions, alright? You meet people, I didn't sell him anything." We all see the photo is of a man named Ulysses Klaue. "He was talking about finding something new, a game changer, it was all very Ahab."
"What's this?" Thor points on the photo.
"Uh, it's a tattoo. I don't think he had it..."
"No, those are tattoos, this is a brand." Thor points.
Brice turns and starts typing, "Oh, yeah. It's a word in an African dialect meaning thief, in a much less friendly way."
"What dialect?" I ask.
"Wakanada...? Wa...Wa...Wakanda."
Tony turns, "If this guy got out of Wakanda with some of their trade goods..."
"I thought your father said he got the last of it?"
"I don't follow. What comes out of Wakanda?" Bruce asks.
"The strongest metal on earth." We all look at Steve's shield.
"Where is this guy now?"
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Angel Of Death - (Fem Reader X Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson)
Fanfiction(I'm re doing this story, the old one is gone) Y/N Romanoff is the baby sister of Natasha and Yelena. (You are the Natasha's blood sister. But blood doesn't always make a family!) You were taken away from your parents when you were five, Yelena was...
