𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃| 𝐒. 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 |

five

All the Avengers, along with the Maximoff triplets, are now in the Quinjet, soaring through the skies towards Sokovia. The hum of the engines and the occasional beep of the controls create a tense backdrop. The air is thick with anticipation and unspoken fears. Everyone is focused, their minds on the mission ahead.

Milana sits quietly, feeling the weight of the upcoming battle pressing down on her. She hasn't used her powers on a full-scale mission before, and doubts start to creep in. She glances around the jet, watching the seasoned Avengers prepare themselves with practiced ease. Steve is discussing strategy with Tony, while Natasha sharpens her weapons. Even her siblings, Pietro and Wanda, seem more confident, though she can see the tension in their faces.

Steve notices Milana's unease and makes his way over to her. He sits down next to her, his presence reassuring. "Hey, Lana," he says, using the nickname he gave her. "You okay?"

Milana forces a smile, but it's shaky. "Just... nervous, I guess. I haven't done anything like this before. What if I mess up?"

Steve's eyes are kind as he looks at her. "It's okay to be nervous. We all were at some point. The important thing is that you're here, ready to fight for what's right. You've got your siblings, and you've got us. You're not alone in this."

Milana nods, taking a deep breath. "Thanks, Steve. It means a lot."

Steve places a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Remember, you're stronger than you think. And we'll get through this together."

As the Quinjet nears Sokovia, the city comes into view, ravaged by Ultron's machinations. The sight of their home, in ruins, strengthens Milana's resolve. She isn't just fighting for revenge anymore; she's fighting to save what remains of her home and to protect the people she loves.

Steve stands and addresses the group, his voice steady and commanding. "Ultron thinks we're monsters. That we're what's wrong with the world. This isn't just about beating him, it's about whether he's right."

The Avengers and the Maximoffs nod in unison, a collective determination settling over them. As the Quinjet descends, Milana takes one last deep breath, her fears pushed aside by a fierce resolve.

"Let's do this," she whispers to herself, ready to face whatever comes next.

As the Quinjet touches down in Sokovia, the team quickly disembarks, ready to execute their plan. The city, already battered, holds a tense silence, the calm before the storm. The triplets, united in purpose, share a brief, intense moment. Milana and Wanda hug Pietro tightly, knowing the risks that lie ahead.

"Be careful, Pietro," Milana whispers, her voice tinged with worry.

"Always am," he replies with a cheeky grin before speeding off towards the police department to warn them about the impending danger.

Steve approaches Milana and Wanda, his expression serious but encouraging. "We need you two to use your powers to mind control the civilians, get them out of the main city. We need to minimize casualties."

Milana and Wanda nod, understanding the gravity of their task. They split up, each heading towards different parts of the city. As they begin to influence the minds of the civilians, urging them to leave, chaos quickly ensues. Streets fill with cars and people, all desperately trying to escape the city.

Suddenly, the calm shatters as robots emerge from the nearby water and various hidden parts of the city. Explosions erupt, adding to the panic and confusion. The Avengers spring into action immediately. Steve shouts orders amidst the chaos, his voice cutting through the noise.

"Milana, Wanda, get out of here!" Steve orders before engaging a nearby robot, his shield clashing against the metal menace.

Milana's heart pounds in her chest as she watches Steve fight. She and Wanda are nervous, but they draw strength from each other. They know they can't allow fear to paralyze them. Instead of engaging in combat, they focus on shielding the civilians and guiding them to safety.