𝒟𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 | Pietro Maximoff

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕨𝕠

𝔸 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 with a long slit, with a disapproving look from every adult who passes my line of eye contact. Three weeks have passed since the fight.

I hide in the back, either learning to serve drinks or laughing with the adults. Time passes, guests leave. "So," Clint finally says, drunk, as most of the guests had left. "No one can really lift the hammer? What a joke!"

"Please, be my guest," Thor laughs.

"Really?"

Thor only laughs again. "Go on,"

"If you can't get it up, we don't blame you," Tony says, sipping his drink.

"There are children present," Natasha smiles at my grin.

Clint lifts, with no success. Tony goes, with not a budge. Both Bruce and Rhodes go, even Steve. "You're next, Tasha," Clint says.

"I don't need that question answered for me," She says.

"Ophelia?"

I shake my head once. A loud pitched buzzed fills my ears, making me flinch as Tony investigates on his phone.

"How could you be worthy," I turn to the sound. Thor slowly moves behind me, hand moving to his hammer. "You have innocent blood on your hands,"

"Stark," Steve says, a warning. The voice belongs to a partially destroyed robot, staring dead at me.

I stare, staring. "What?" I whisper.

"I'm sorry, I was asleep. Or, dreaming, I suppose. I had to kill the other guy. What a shame. He was a good guy,"

"You killed somebody?"

"Who sent you?" Thor demands.

My heart hammers, the eyes still stuck on my hold. "I'm on a mission," He says. His voice rings with a recording, one of Tony's voice. A shield to protect the world. I stare at Tony, eyes wide.

"What mission?" Clint asks.

"To save our time. With help of two spectacular individuals, all fueled by rage,"

Two. My eyes widen as I realize it, swallowing. The twins. Pietro and his sister are in danger. Steve pulls me to the ground, keeping the line of fire from the drones out of my sight. "Get out of here!" He shouts.

I run, jumping over tables and chairs. "Wrong way!" Tony shouts, grabbing my arm and twisting me out of the way of a drone, slamming it to the ground. He grabs a screwdriver, attempting to dismantle it. I fall back, cutting myself on the shards of glass. I continue running up the stairs, towards the balcony, close to the exit. If I could get one of Tony's suits...

A drone flies past me, pushing me to the ground.

"Ophelia!" Natasha throws a gun, my hand shooting up to grab it. I wait as they fly around manically, pushing myself slightly. I run off the balcony in my heels, grabbing the drone. My hands grip its neck, the gun in my left hand as I blow the hair out of my face.

"The neck!" Tony shouts at me. "The red chord in its neck!"

I pull myself up, my legs wrapped around its neck. I inhale and drive the gun into its neck, firing a bullet. It collapses to the ground and I land on it. "I'm so sorry," Ultron says, seeming honest. "I never meant harm... that was rash," He turns to me. "Before it's too late. Consider your abilities,"

Thor sends his hammer into Ultron, my eyes glazed with fear. Natasha approaches me as I lift my arm, discovering that the bleeding is gone. A scab fills its place, her eyes narrowed. "Natasha," I whisper. "We need to get to the twins first,"