Red

The Church

Pietro's POV

Wanda and I approached the church to where the boy had directed us to. I let her enter before following.

"Talk. And if you're wasting our time." Wanda began before she was cut off.

"Did you know this church is in the exact center of the city?" A new voice rang. "The elders declared it so that everyone could be equally close to God." It paused. "I like that. The geometry of belief." Wanda had her head tilted and the voice said,

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

"Sometimes it's hard. But sooner or later, every man shows himself." The form stood. It was probably seven feet tall, made entirely of metal.

"I'm sure they do." It spoke. "But you needed something more than a man. That's why you let Stark take the scepter."

"I didn't expect." She took in the bot. "But I saw Stark's fear. I knew it would control him. Make him self-destruct."

"Everyone creates the thing they dread. Men of peace, create engines of war. Invaders create Avengers. People create..." he paused trying to think of the word. "Children! I lost the word there. Children, designed to supplant them, to help them end."

"Is that why you've come?" Wanda asked. "To end the Avengers?"

"I've come to save the world. But also yeah." He took us to where we'd been held. I looked around for Kamila, somewhat hoping she'd be there. Despite all she'd been through, she was still pretty and had a spirit to her.

"We'll move out right away. This is a start, but there's something we need to begin the real work." Ultron had created a factory that was constructing something.

"All of these are?" Wanda asked.

"Me." He replied. "I have what the Avengers never will. Harmony. They're discordant. Disconnected. Stark's already got them turning on each other. And when you get inside the rest of their heads..." I cut him off.

"Everyone's plan is not to kill them."

"And make the martyrs? You need patience." I began to get annoyed. "Need to see the big picture."

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

"You lost your parents in the bombings. I've seen the records."

"The records are not the picture."

"Pietro." Wanda scolded.

"No please." Ultron said and I looked over at my sister.

"We were ten years old. Having dinner, the four of us." My mind goes to that terrible day. "When the first shell hits, two floors below, it makes a hole in the floor. It's big. Our parents go in. And the whole building starts coming apart. I grab her, roll under the bed. Then the second shell hits. But it doesn't go off. It just sits there in the rubble. Three feet from our faces. And on the side of the shell is painted,"

"Stark." Wanda said, her eyes flaring red.

"We were trapped there for two days."

"Every effort to save us, every shift in the bricks, I think 'This will set it off.'" She paused. "We sit there for two days waiting for Tony Stark to kill us."

"I know what they are." I told Ultron.

"I wondered why you two, out of all the others, with the exception of Orlova, survived Strucker's experiments." My heart flipped at the mention of her. "We will make it right." He moved closer to me. "You and I can hurt them." He moved to Wanda. "But you will tear them apart from the inside."