"Now I see. The demon is me."
Lisa May Stark is so much more than the child she used to be when she and her father were kidnapped in Afghanistan five years ago. She's Iron Man's daughter, she's the Red Raven, she's, well, you know who she is...
day of judgment, God is calling on their knees, the war pigs crawling begging mercies for their sins war pigs ───black sabbath
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sokovia may 6, 2015
Red tendrils slither through the city as people come flooding out of their houses and gray apartment buildings. They pass by us with distant looks in their eyes, following Wanda's call as she tries to get them out of the city. Police officers rush around along with us, trying to help us evacuate people before it's too late.
"Your man's in the church, Boss." FRIDAY's voice echoes across Dad's and my connected interface, making me look up at him as he hovers a distance away. "I think he's waiting for you."
"I'm with you." I give Dad a sturdy look, following after him as he blasts towards the center of the city.
Our feet made small thunks against the gravelly concrete as we land in the center of a crumbling church building. The air is smokey and cool as I slowly straighten, glancing over at Dad as he looks around in caution. Dad's suit quietly whirs as we step further under the white light that shines in through the windows and the open arches.
A voice bites through the sound, making the both of us freeze as Ultron smirks, "Come to confess your sins?"
I immediately lift my hands and set back my shoulders, looking around for the robot that has still yet to show himself.
"I don't know." Dad clips back casually, pursing his lips, "How much time you got?"
I roll my eyes over at him.
"More than you." A loud foot crunches onto the ground, making the both of us spin to watch as Ultron's suddenly so much larger metal body towers over us.
We both step back a little, repositioning ourselves to stare up at him.
"Eh, have you been juicing?" Ultron cocks his head and steps a bit closer as Dad quips, "Little vibranium cocktail?"
I agree quietly, trying to sound just as nonchalant as I motion my hand about, "I mean, you are looking a tad bit larger..."
Ultron puffs a near silent laugh.
Dad's eye twitches from what I can see through our connected lens, "I don't wanna say 'puffy'."
Puffy?
Oh, God.
Despite the terse air that hovers over us, I let out a loud laugh and squint over at him.
Ultron doesn't go on being as amused, slowly stepping around us, "You're stalling to protect the people."
"Well, that is the mission." Dad and I begin walking the circle that keeps the three of us from tearing each other apart, "Did you forget?"
