Marvel Imagines

Original Ultron | Avengers

Stark's party. That's where it started. The part was pretty much over, only the Avengers and a few others remained. Everyone was taking turns trying to lift Thor's hammer; he'd said that maybe we're all just not worthy.
"No... but how could you be worthy? You're all killers," a robotic voice had said in a thoughtful tone.
Then a fight had broken out, 'Ultrons' were everywhere.
You jumped and wrapped your arms around the neck of one of them, jamming a piece of glass you'd picked up into any exposed wire you could find; ignoring the sticky red that was starting to coat your fingers.
You took down a grand total of three bots; honestly not too bad considering you didn't have a real weapon.
"Y/n?" Tony looked at you in horror once the last bot was destroyed.
"What?" you said, breathing heavily.
"You're bleeding!" his voice was dripping with concern, his eyes creased in confusion.
You looked down at yourself and noticed a red stain on your side.
"Oh... it's nothing. It's just my hands, I must have wiped them on my shirt at some point."
"All the same, let's get them bandaged up and start talking about what happened just now," Steve said, re-gripping his shield.
You nodded as the group started walking to another area with a first aid kit and no broken glass.