Every Piece of Me

The cradle

  We were running. Or at least Pietro was. I was on his back and Wanda was in his arms. I knew the train would be in danger. Once I spotted Ultron and Steve crashing into the train I pointed to it and Pietro made no hesitation to listen to me. I knew I looked terrible right now, I could almost feel the stares of the people on the train. But maybe that's not why they were looking at me.

  I spoke through the comms "Peter, keep an eye on Natasha. She may need help. The cradle is airborne." I knew she'd be taken hostage by Ultron. Even though the writers most likely did it for the whole Bruce and Natasha ship, I still didn't want her being taken.

  "Copy, you alright?" Peter's voice barely made it through the air whirling around him.

  "I'm okay, Peter. I got the twins." Peter didn't say anything else, I didn't have time to speak anymore. Ultron through a punch at me.

  I dodged it and grabbed his arm, I flipped around it and swung my legs around his neck. I lunged myself backwards, stretching my arms to connect with the concrete below me and he flipped onto his front due to the force. I caught myself from falling on a bar from the train and then swung down onto my feet.

  Ultron tried to make his escape and then looked at the twins. "Please, don't do this." This robot could manipulate kids who weren't prepared for it.

  Wanda looked at me, I was holding my probable bruised spine, my vision was getting blurry and I knew I would pass out. I was thrown off of a truck by a vibranium robot, this was to be expected. I did look absolutely pitiful though.

  Wanda shook her head and Pietro stood beside me protectively. "What choice do we have?" Wanda said. A laser blasted through all the way to the front of the train and then Ultron ripped through a door and flew off. Pietro put my arm over his shoulder.

  I felt like I had just woken up, except I had a splitting headache and could barely stand. The voices around me sounded like echoes, it felt like a dream. Was I dying? No, I can't die here. But it sure felt like it.

  We watched as Steve ran to the front of the train shouting to anyone who would hear him through the comms. "Peter, Natasha. Help her get the cradle to Clint. Ultron is coming he's going to try and stop her." My voice was echoing too, I had no idea if he had heard me or if he spoke back to me but I hope he did.

  The train started crashing off of the railway. It ran through a town. I looked at Wanda and nudged my head towards the front of the train she nodded and I looked at Pietro. "These people need to get out of the way. Go help them, I'll get to Wanda." I started to walk off and Pietro's form started to move people to the sides of the street.

  I stumbled up to the front of the train and Wanda stood looking terrified, talking to Steve. She nodded to him and then red poured out of her hands, the screeching was horrible. She yelled in struggle and I went up next to her.

  I could do this one last thing before I passed out. I stretched my arms out and took a deep breath, I could see the red and green glowing from under the train as Wanda and I turned the wheels backwards and we picked up the front of it. Once the screeching stopped Pietro ran into the train and grabbed Wanda and I. I stumbled on the street. And sat down next to Pietro. I leaned back onto whatever was behind me and breathed heavily.

  "The cradle, did you get it?" Wanda stepped forward to Steve and he put his hands in his hips, or well, three of Steve put his hands on his hips. Seeing three is never good. I held my hand out and tried counting my fingers but it made my head hurt so I put my hand down.

  I looked up and saw a red blob swinging towards me, along with a black blob with a red head beside it. I squinted my eyes at it. I was completely zoning out of the conversation. I heard mumbles about my dad and I shook my head at Steve.