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19

I look out the window for any sign of what Ultron could be escaping in. A certain truck on the highway seems to be almost highlighted to my vision.

"Over there, that truck," I point down towards it. "On the loop on the bridge."

"It's from the lab that must be it," Natasha confirms with an odd glance in my direction.

Clint looks down, "You got three with the cradle, one in the cab. I could take out the driver."

"Negative," Steve orders, " If that truck crashes the gem could level the city. We need to draw out Ultron."

"Well, he's unhappy. Let's keep it that way," Steve comments.

I let out a dry laugh, "You're not a match for him, Cap."

"Thanks, Banner," He sarcastically replies.

Clint flies us closer to the ground and Natasha and I drop down on a bike. "I don't think my dad would approve of this."

"Good thing he isn't here," She responds as we drive over the bumpy road.

I pick up Steve's shield from the middle of the street, "This is why we can't have nice things."

Nat and I zoom through the streets as fast as possible, dodging civilians as we drive.

I apologize profusely to people as Cap fights Ultron on a truck.

Natasha drives up and down stairs telling people to move away saying beep beep as she drives.

Steve throws Ultron in a bus, distracting him as Natasha and I reach the Cradle.

The truck starts to lift up in the air. Natasha falls out as the truck gets higher. I hang on tightly and look back to make sure she wasn't dead.

"Package is airborne, I have a clear shot." I hear Clint say over the comms.

My eyes widen, "No! I'm still in here. Do not shoot."

"Why are you-"

"Just get ready to receive the package," I answer.

He sighs in resignation, "How do you want me to take it?"

"You shouldn't have asked that," I warn. I place a bomb on the truck then hang on to the cradle as I slide it out of the truck, into the air and in the jet.

I let out a breath that is cut short by something grabbing me by the leg and pulling me causing blackness to consume me.

*****

I wake up in a cold concrete cell. My head whips around in panic as I notice Ultron.

" I wasn't sure you'd wake up. I hoped you would, I wanted to show you something. I don't have anyone else. I think a lot about meteors, the purity of them. Boom! The end, start again. The world made clean for the new man to rebuild. I was meant to be new. I was meant to be beautiful. The world would've looked to the sky and seen hope, seen mercy. Instead, they'll look up in horror because of you. You've wounded me. I give you full marks for that. But, like the man said, "What doesn't kill me..." The Ultron before me is destroyed and replaced by a bigger version. " ...just makes me stronger."

"Dramatic. Nice touch," I sarcastically remark.

"Oh Amelia, the Avengers really did make you soft."

I shrug carelessly, "Soft but not weak. I think it's a good combination."

"Love makes you weak and you love the Avengers like family. You became a shell of what you used to be," He taunts.