Unknown Abilities (L.L)

-Twins- ¹²

~Third person's POV~

"Talk and if you are wasting our time-" A deep voice of a man interrupted them.

"Did you know this church, is in the exact center of the city? The elders decreed it so that everyone could be equally close to God. I like that, the geometry of belief." Wanda took a couple steps nearer to him, trying to decipher the thoughts of him.

As Wanda was only a couple more steps away, almost a glinting metal hand moves around his fingers before retracting them back. A red cloak draped over his head.

"You're wondering why you can't look inside my head,"

Wanda's eyes brightened a rich red color, "sometimes it's hard, but sooner or later every man shows himself."

He stood up abruptly without warning. "Oh I'm sure they do, but you needed something more than a man...that's why you let Stark take the scepter."

The cloak falling off to reveal not a man, no, the one and only son of a bitch Ultron, a few heavy metal steps towards them left a couple of dust clouds from each.

Her eyes widened and took those steps back, but despite the sight she stood up tall and looked up at him, showing no fear, "I didn't expect, I saw Stark's fear. I knew it would control him, make him self-destruct."

He takes a few steps away from the two, "everyone creates the thing they dread, men of peace create engines of war, invaders create avengers, people create...Smaller people?" He turned back to them.

"'Children' lost the word there," he chuckles.

"Children designed to supplant them, to help them...End."

Neither of the pair were letting their guard down, "is that why you've come?...To end the Avengers?" Her accent was thick and laced with the Sokovian accent.

"I've come to save the world, but also...Yeah."

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Ultron led the two of them back in Sokovia, after Hydra was out of the place he took over, the equipment was left due to the priority of escaping.

"We'll move out right away." He gestured to the copies of him working on duplicating, building an army of him. Talk about self love.

"But there's something we need to begin the real work." Ultron blabbered on.

"All of these are.." She started.

"Me. I have what the Avengers never will, harmony." He flew up to the chains, pulling them down along with him.

"They're discordant. Disconnected. Stark's already got them turning on each other, and when you get inside the rest of their heads-"

Pietro's faced contorted almost immediately at the word 'head', "everyone's plan is not to kill them," he simply said.

Ultron hovered just above the ground to them, "and make them martyrs? You need patience, need to see the big picture." He nodded to them, wanting to convince the two to willingly give in to his plans.

"I don't see the big picture," Pietro said almost hurt, "I have a little picture...I take it out and look at it...everyday."

"You lost your parents at the bombings, I've seen the records," Ultron nods once again.

"The records are not the picture-"

"Pietro-" Wanda tried to stop him but Ultron focused on Pietro and said a hard no with a please followed after.

Pietro looked at his younger twin and went on with his story, "Y/n had just left, we were having dinner the four of us-" Wanda averted her eyes elsewhere.
(I know all of this happened when they were ten but I have to tweak some stuff other wise I don't think I'll have a sensible story. Anyways just hope that's fine:) ok carry on)

"-When the first shell hits, two floors below, it makes a hole in the floor." He gestures. "It's big," eyes widen along with his words.

He pauses a few seconds, readjusts himself before continuing, "our parents go in...and the whole building starts coming apart." Ultron just listens intently.

"I grab her, roll under the bed, and the second shell hits, but it doesn't go off." Wanda looks back at the two, looking back at the dreadful memory.

"It just...Sits there at the rubble. Three feet from our faces,"

They both move on from the flashbacks and recover quickly, "and at the side of the shell is painted one word-"

"Stark." Wanda finishes off, her eyes flashed red once again.

Ultron tilts his head to the pair, "we were trap for two days..."

"Every effort to save us, every shift in the brick I think 'this will set it off'." She pursed her lips, head shaking with a slight shrug.

She looks back at the robot, boredom on her face, "we wait for two days for Tony Stark to kill us."

Pietro gave small nods, "I know what they are."

"I wondered why only you two survived Strucker's experiments," his eyes shifted between the two.

"Now I don't, we will make it right." Ultron focused on Pietro first, "you and I can hurt them," he trails off to Wanda, getting closer.

"But you-" A metal hand hovered at the temple, "-will tear them apart...From the inside."

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~Normal POV~

Every member is trying their best to look deep within every crevasse for Ultron, apparently he's everywhere, all across the internet as his playground. While this madness was going on, the stress of having Loki accidentally slipping away while the group is focused on this matter was too much too handle for the time being so he was sent off to the new Avengers Facility.

Although with reluctance, a few swears and threats, someone's throat almost slit, and a small slip up with one of the newer SHIELD agents, Loki was contained there, waiting on your shared cell-to-be.

A facility made in 1932 by no other than Howard Stark himself as his Manhattan mansion but was handed to the team and further on re-designed by the Billionaires' Son. Relocating has been mentioned a few times by Tony on some topics, his idea to start somewhere fresh aka somewhere where there wasn't a former worm hole above the place, thus the idea of the place was made clear.

Although the Tower won't be as used as before, it will be the main base for making Stark Industries products.

"He's all over the globe, Robotics Labs, Weapon Facilities, Jet Propulsion Labs." Jill and Steve discuss.

"Reports of a metal man, or men, coming in and emptying the place."

Already a few stairs in, "fatalities?" Steve asks.

"Only when engaged, mostly guys left in a fugue state going on about old memories, worst fears, and 'something about too fast to see'." Steve said a short 'Maximoffs' as his response.

"That makes sense he'd go to them, they have someone in common,"

"Not anymore," Jill handed him her tablet showing the dead Strucker, his blood smeared on his cell wall spelt out 'Peace'.

All of this was out of earshot for you so the mention of your siblings were still completely oblivious to your knowledge.

The two joined the sprawled group, Steve handed the tablet to Thor in which he snatched right away, his eyes averted at the horrid image whilst everyone slowly neared.

"What's this?" He asked, his brows creased lately more than ever.

"A message. Ultron killed Strucker." Thor slammed the device onto Tony's chest, stopping him from coming any closer to the pissed off God. He flipped the device for the screen to face him. The others that were in their own corner was now huddled with everyone else.

"And he did a Banksy at the crime scene, just for us." Bruce looked at the screen from behind Stark.

"This is a smoke screen." Nat pointed at the screen, "why send a message when you've just given a speech?"

"Strucker knew something that Ultron wanted us to miss." Steve pondered.

Nat opened a few files, "yeah, I bet he- yeah, everything we had on Strucker's been erased."

"Not everything." Steve pointed out.