Mind Warped

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For Ava's mind-warp courtesy of Wanda; it will be a little different. Because of the two identities, she'll have two that are slightly mixed together. THEY WILL BE SHOWN IN ITALICS!

And I didn't want to jump straight into the confrontation between Ultron and the Maximoff's with the Avengers. I wanted to start the chapter off from the scene the Maximoff's actually came in.

Avengers: The Age of Ultron | Saviours | Mind Warped

Salvage Yard. African Coast.

In a lake full of dirty water, a stationed tanker ship sat among another dozen ships. This ship in particular; was owned by Iysses Klaue – the arms dealer. The boat was jam packed with workers, mostly with coloured skin, doing his dirty work – making missiles and other weaponry that he would later sell to the highest bidder.

In a small office inside, a place where he was able to observe every worker from a good distance – was the very man who ran the show.

"Don't tell me your men swindled you." Klaue yelled in a pissed off manner, his hand against the glass of his wall-window as he spoke to the man on the other end of the phone line. He was having a conversation through speakerphones. "I sent you six short-range heat-seekers and got a boat of rusted parts." His accent was clear in his voice; his attire was grubby and dirty like he hadn't had a chance for a shower in days. His hair was semi-long as if it hadn't been cut in over a year too and the brand on his neck was easier to see with the red rimmed lines around it.

Klaue turned towards his telephone, glaring at it with narrowed eyes as if the person was actually the phone itself. "Now," He started, walking towards it with a pointed finger. "You will make it right – or the next missile I send you will come very much faster." His finger slammed down on the 'end' button, effectively ending the conversation with his last words floating in the air. Next, he took another call, one he had to place on hold when the man he was just talking too, decided to upset his day.

Klaue started to make a sickly smile on his lips, "Now, Minister – where were we?" He started to talk again, but before another word could be said on either his end or whoever this 'Minister' was – the power completely cut out all throughout the ship. The whole boat plunged into darkness, making the guards who were higher up in the chain get out flashlights down below, making sure the men still did their work. Klaue just blinked, confused as to why that happened – this had never happened before on his boat. A feeling inside just knew that someone had tampered with his lighting system.

When the machines powered down as well, some of the men down below started to get more than a little antsy. Many of them didn't like the darkness. The guards took control of them before any got too out of hand.

Klaue narrowed his eyes, definitely knowing something was up now. But what was it?

His hand slowly made its way over to the handgun lying on his desk; his eyes darting around with caution. He wouldn't be made a fool. He looked towards the hallway, and just as he raised his gun towards the area, something moved – initialising his instinct to shoot. And he did; only thing is that his bullet never hit anyone simply because once a 'whoosh' had sounded through the air and his body was toppled over slightly; the bullet was now sitting back on the desk.

Klaue took a moment to readjust himself but turned when he heard a sigh from the corner. And standing there; was a young male about half his own age, with bleach blonde to silver hair with the roots of a dark brown to it. He was a well-structure lad, probably very strong and had an aura of confidence and slight cockiness to him.

Another person decided to enter at that point, making his head turn towards the newcomer. It was a female, looking to be the same age as the other. Her hair was long and had a brown texture to it, but there seemed to be some flakes of red mixed in when the emergency light above shone against her. The male kept glancing to her, almost protectively. Klaue would have taken it to be maybe a good friend or lover relationship, but in this case, they looked particularly similar. Siblings perhaps?

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