Cosmic [s.r.]

2:7

We crept onto the ship careful to not make any noises. We all had out weapons ready as we searched for the bot and the twins.

"Stark is a sickness!" Ultron's voice exclaimed through the cargo platform which made it easy to find.

"Aw, Junior," Stark commented, his voice coming from behind the iron mask. "You're gonna break your old man's heart."

"If I have to." Ultron turned to face where we were coming from, following Tony's voice.

"Nobody has to break anything," Thor spoke up in his deep, yet calming voice.

"Clearly you've never made an omelet," Ultron smirked.

"He beat me by one second." Tony piped up.

"Yes. It's very funny, Mr. Stark." The blonde twin, Pietro spoke as he stepped out towards us, away from his sister. "It's what? Comfortable? Like old times?" He asked, motioning to the missiles that were lined down in the level below us.

"This was never my life." Tony defended himself.

"You two can still walk away from this." Steve tried.

"No, we will," Wanda smirked.

"I know you suffered." Steve tried again but was cut off by Ultron.

"Captain America. God's righteous man. Pretending you could live without war. I can't physically throw up in my mouth, but..."

"If you believe in peace, then let us keep it." Thor cut him off, voice booming through the ship.

"I think you're confusing peace with quiet." Ultron corrected.

"Yeah? What's the vibranium for?" Tony asked out.

"I'm glad you asked that because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan." A beam of energy shot out to Tony which then threw him out into the wall.

A bot lowered down and dove at me, trying to knock me down. I created a forcefield around me just as it was about to pounce. I then swept my foot under its legs, knocking it to the ground and sending it through a portal before it could hit the ground. But before I could get too cocky I was shoved down to the lower level. I could hear Steve call out my name but it all happened so fast. I hit the ground on my back with the blue and blonde figure still on top of me.

"You didn't see that coming?" Pietro asked with a smirk.

"Nice try, asshole." I muttered, kicking his leg out, turning us so I was on top. Just then the workers from the crew came out with guns.

I grabbed Pietro by the shirt and throwing the two of us behind a series of crates for shelter from the bullets.

"For someone who just called me an asshole, I didn't expect you to want to pull me out of there." Pietro still had his vibrant smirk on his face.

"Count this as a second chance," I spoke as I leaned against the metal crate. "I know this is because of Stark. But maybe at least try to think what you are doing though." I told the kid before standing up and making my way back to the others.

"Barton, where are you?" I asked into my earpiece as I made my way up the stairs.

"Upper east wing." He answered quickly.

"Got it." I managed to find the right door, walking through but instead of finding Clint, I was met with a wall of red fog. But it quickly turned into an unfamiliar darkness.