Analeigh was never meant to be in the spotlight-but with powers like hers, staying invisible was never an option. Gifted with telekinesis, energy projection, astral projection, and mind-reading, she's a force the Avengers have learned to count on, e...
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As the team silently infiltrated the ship, their silhouettes merged with the shadows, each member poised and alert. Analeigh stayed close behind Natasha and Clint, careful with each step. The plan was clear—observe, assess, strike only when necessary. Bruce remained on the jet, a reluctant last resort.
From her vantage point in a higher platform, Analeigh spotted the small gathering below. she narrowed her eyes as Klaue activated a hidden compartment in the wall. A panel slid open with a mechanical hiss, revealing a cache of vibranium.
"Upon this rock, I will build my church," Ultron declared as he took the tube of vibranium from Klaue, tossing it once in the air like a toy before catching it effortlessly. "Vibranium," he added, then causally tossed the capsule to Pietro.
"You know," Klaw said, watching the transfer with a glint in his eye. "It came at great personal cost. It's worth billions."
Ultron let out a dry chuckle, distracted. "And now so are you."
A buzz sounded. Klaue checked his phone, his expression shifting.
"It's all under your dummy holdings," Ultron added. "Finance is so weird. But I always say 'Keep your friends rich and your enemies rich and wait to find out which is which.'"
Klaue's face darkened. "Stark," he growled.
Ultron stiffened. "What?"
"Tony Stark used to say that. To me." Klaue's sneer deepened. "You're one of his."
"What? I'm not..." Ultron seethed. "I'm not. You think I'm one of Stark's puppets? His hollow men? I mean, look at me. Do I look like Iron Man? Stark is nothing!" He twisted, wrenching Klaue's arm clean off with a sickening rip. Klaue howled, stumbling back.
"I'm sorry. I'm... Ooo! I'm sure that's gonna be okay. I'm sorry," Ultron mocked, his voice rising in pitch as he tossed Klaue like a ragdoll. "It's just I don't understand. Don't compare me with Stark! It's a thing with me. Stark is... He's a sickness!"
That's when Tony made his entrance.
"Ah, Junior," he said, descending through the air. "You're gonna break your old man's heart."
Thor and Steve emerged behind him, weapons raised.
Ultron's response was calm. "If I have to."
Analeigh moved swiftly across the higher catwalk, flanking Natasha and Clint. They spilt up. Her boots hit the metal floor silently, energy coiling at her fingertips.
"Nobody has to break anything," Thor rumbled.
"Clearly you've never made an omelet," Ultron quipped.
