Quicksilver An Enemy? (Pietro Maximoff)

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3RD PERSON POV:

"Talk, and if we are wasting our time . . .-" Pietro said, they were in a Church. They always thought of it as a safe house or place they could always go. And they did all the time.

Pietro was a little nervous but Wanda was just worried.

"Did you know this Church is in the exact center of the city, the elders decreed it so that everyone would be equally close to God. I like that, the geometry of belief. Now, you're wondering why you can't look inside my head" Ultron changed the subject.

"Sometimes it's hard. But sooner or later, every man shows himself" Wanda said and Ultron stood up.

He was a good nine feet and stronger than before, "Oh, I'm sure they do" he said and stepped closer to Wanda

Pietro was by her side in a flash and holding her hand.

They both took a step back still holding each others hands. They both got a good look at this 9 foot, silver, robot.

"But you need something more than a man. That's why you let Stark take the scepter." Ultron said. "I didn't expect it, but I saw Stark's fear. I knew it would control him" Wanda said.

"Everyone created the thing they dread. Men of peace create engines of war, invaders create Avengers, people create. . . . smaller people?. . . Uhh, children! I lost the word there. Children. Designed to supplant them, to help end. . ." Ultron finished.

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

"I've come to save the world. But also. . . yeah" he said and walked towards the door. The twins followed him into the woods until they reached Struckers business. Where they were experimented on and practically lived there.

They went to the basement and robots were building more robots. They were a little surprised at how many there already were but didn't let it show.

"We'll move out right away. This is a start, but there's something we need to begin the real work. All of these are . . . me. I have what the Avengers never will. Harmony. They're discordant. Stark's already got them turning on each other. And once we get inside their heads. . . ."

"Everyone's plan isn't to kill them." Pietro said. He wanted Stark no one else hurt him and Kyla was on the team and no way was he letting her die.

"And make them martyrs? You need patience. You need to see the big picture" Ultron said.

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

Wanda was nervous still but didn't do anything.

"You lost your parents in the bombing. I've seen the records." Ultron said,

"The records are not the picture" he said,

"Pietro" Wanda stepped in.

"No. Please. When we were ten years old. Having dinner, the four of us. 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. And the second shell comes in but it doesn't go off. It just. . . Sits there in the rubble, three feet from our faces." Pietro said.

"And on the side of the shell is painted one word. Stark" Wanda said.

Thinking back to that day, that moment. She was so afraid, waiting to die.