Connected... {A Scarlet Vision Fanfic}

The End of Ultron

(Wanda's POV)

Thud.

His body, riddled with bullet holes hit the ground.

Thud.

That same sound was heard as my heart slammed against the floor. I sank to my knees, unleashing rage, power, and undying, unrelenting grief.

My grief took form in my powers. Red waves fanned out, surrounding me and destroying the nearby robots. I didn't pity them. They killed my brother. They were all Ultron, so they all needed to be erased from the Earth. I tore them apart from the inside out, just as they did to me. An-eye-for-an-eye, or in my case: my brother for every single robot. They were at my will and mercy. And my mercy was running short today.

Then, I saw the Hulk throw Ultron from his escape vehicle. I watched as the harsh sunlight glinted off of Ultron's vibranium body. He was falling through the sky, hurtling towards the war-torn streets of Sokovia. I knew where he was heading, near the train car where the fight between us began.

I had my next target.

I made my way to where he crash-landed, the crimson glow in my eyes intensified with every step. Eventually, the scorching magic inside of me was too much to keep harnessed. The scarlet wisps emerged from my hands.

I entered the train car, at the sight of Ultron, I played with my magic tauntingly. I wanted him to feel my pain, to go through absolute hell.

I kneeled beside Ultron, glaring at his damaged metal frame. He deserves all of it. I reminded myself.

"Wanda," His deep voice warned "If you stay here... You'll die."

Like he cared. He looked so different from his former powerful, confident, arrogant self. He looked almost pitiful, lying wounded in the rubble.

Just like my brother's dead body rested in streets of Sokovia somewhere, soon to be buried among the ruins of my homeland.

"I just did." I said, my voice dark with anger. "Do you know how it felt?" I asked, knowing that he didn't, and knowing that it would be my job to educate him in that feeling.

I used my magic to reach into the metallic cavity of his chest, ripping his 'heart' out of his body. He gasped in pain as I gripped his heart in my hand.

"It felt like that." I assured.

Now he knows.

Then, I felt the ground lurch beneath me. Apparently, after I left my post at the church unattended, a stray robot pulled the plug on Sokovia. At first, I was slightly fearful of my death, but then I reminded myself that I would die with my brother, and with my country.

I felt my heart jump into my throat as Sokovia started to fall, the ground beneath my feet, my precious country, my home, crashing to the ground with my dead brother along for the ride.

I wasn't even there when he died.

My feet left the ground, and I began to float as Sokovia rushed towards the earth beneath us. I looked up to the sky through tear-stained eyes , and was surprised to find the Vision flying through the rubble, making his way to me. He wrapped his arms around my back, and under my legs, holding me close to his chest as he carried me away from my home.

I should've died with them. I belong in Sokovia, I belong with Pietro. Why do I have to die apart from them? I wondered.

I watched Sokovia shatter beneath us, crashing into the choppy ocean waves.

And I shed a tear into that same ocean for all that I had lost.

***

(Clint's POV)

I stared at the bullet riddled body beside me on the carrier. The youthful, taunting eyes closed in eternal slumber. The heavily accented voice, constantly quipping and teasing, silenced forever.

You didn't see that coming.

His last words rang in my ears, and seemed to reverberate in my skull. I didn't see it coming. I couldn't save him. I should've saved him. His poor sister. I thought to myself. I could hear her screams across the city, as they echoed through the empty buildings. Those screams would haunt me for the rest or my life.

How could two young, undeserving people be put through so much heart break, and misery? I wondered.

I was so lost in thought, I almost didn't hear the faint noise coming from beside me. A rasp of breath.  I quickly bent down and scanned the body beside me. Am I imagining things? I wondered. No one could survive that. I reminded myself. I assured myself that it was just my guilty conscience trying to console my aching mind. But, then I heard the noise again. I reached two of my fingers to his pulse point, eagerly checking for a pulse. It was there, barely, I counted it out.

19 beats per minute.

Impossible.

"Guys," I stuttered into my earpiece. "I think the kid- Pietro is alive. Can anyone copy?"

"I copy" Cap  replied. "I thought he was hit?"

"He was, I don't even know how he is alive right now... We need to get him to Helen Cho, Immediately." I said.

"Can anyone get a hold of Maximoff?" The Captain asked.

"No, she isn't on comms, she must've torn them out..."

Then,  the small aircraft we were on docked on the Helicarrier.

Medics greeted the civilians on the carrier, checking for the most severely injured. I quickly flagged one over. "This man needs medical assistance, now." They quickly loaded him onto a gurney. However, they simply looked at each other, unsure of how to treat him.  "I'll do it myself then." I muttered quietly. I hurriedly rushed him to the nearest Quinjet. I secured him into the back of the aircraft and moved to the cockpit. I readied the engine and filled out the flight manifest.

I signaled the Tower over the Radio. "This is Hawkeye, and I need permission to launch, now."

"Sir, we have-"

"Did I stumble?" I intimidated. "This is a medical emergency, and I need permission for takeoff, NOW."

"Yes sir." The man quivered. They quickly cleared my path, and signaled me to go. I wasted no time, I lifted the plane and began a high speed flight to the Avengers tower.

If I  have a shot at saving his life, I'm not going to waste it. I am going to save him.

***

(Author's Note)

Hello, and thank you for reading! I'm arielinarial, and this is the second story I have ever written. (The first one is also on Wattpad- for all of you OUAT fans)<-- self promoting right there. Anyways, I really appreciate you taking the time to read this. I love hearing from you, about what you think about the story! So feel free to comment and vote!

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