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Maria walked with Steve through the living room, which was scattered with glass

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Maria walked with Steve through the living room, which was scattered with glass. "It's all over the globe, robotics lab, weapons facilities, Jet Propulsion labs. Reports of a metal man, or men coming in and emptying the place.

Steve sighed. "Fatalities?"

"Only when engaged. Most of the guys left in a fugue stage going on about on about seeing dead love ones, worst fears, and something to fast to see." Maria responded, heading up the second flight of stairs.

"Maximoffs." Steve muttered. "That makes sense he'd go to them. They have someone in common." Maria touched her tablet. "Not anymore." She handed it to Steve, a picture on it.

Strucker was dead. And on the wall in blood spelled one word. "PEACE."

—•—

Nadia was shaken awake by her brother. "Come on, get up." He chuckled as she groaned.

"You did good today, summoning five illusions isn't easy." Pietro smiled as Nadia yawned. She leaned against her brother, exhausted.

"Ultron has a new plan." He whispered into her hair, hugging her tightly. She sighed, rubbing her eyes to keep them open. "Come on, младшая сестра." Pietro offered her his hand as they came out together.

Yes, Nadia loved both of her siblings, but Pietro was not only her brother, but her best friend. He was always there for her and her for him. She didn't know what she would do if anything happened to him.

Nadia sat down next to Wanda while she listened to Ultron. He suggested they go to one of Strucker's old associates. "His name is Ulysses Klaue, as far as I'm aware he near the African coast. We must get there before the Avengers."

"I thought you erased everything on Strucker." Nadia looked up at the machine. "There is something called paper, Nadia. They have paper files on him most likely. So I say, we head there now."

—•—

"Now you will make it right, or the next missile I send you will come much faster." Klaue's voice called out. Clearly he was on the phone, with someone. "Now, minister." He began, before the power went out.

The teenager shut her eyes, listening for any signs of movement coming from Klaue. Workers seemed to panic. Nadia peeked into the room, watching him come closer with a gun. He shot, but Pietro was faster.

He sped into the room, ripping the gun out of Klaue's hand and setting up the bullets neatly. Nadia and Wanda came into the room slowly. "Yeah, the enchanted. Strucker's prize pupils."

Klaue looked at all three of them and sat himself down. He grabbed a bowl and held it in front of them, "Candy?" He asked, looking at Nadia, who raised an eyebrow. He set the bowl back down.

"I was sorry to hear about Strucker. But the he knew what world he was helping create. Human life, not a growth market." Nadia looked at Pietro, both of them sharing a confused look.

"You didn't know, is this your first time?" Klaue asked, looking at the three of them. He began to laugh. "Intimidating someone. I'm afraid, I'm not that afraid."

"Everybody's afraid of something." Wanda snapped, walking inside the room. Klaue pointed at her. "Cuttlefish." Nadia refrained herself from rolling her eyes.

"Deep sea fish, they make lights, disco lights, whomp, whomp, whomp, to hypnotize their prey, and then whomp! I saw a documentary; it was terrifying." Pietro sped around and grabbed the bowl of candy. Nadia rolled her eyes as Pietro handed her one, but she ate it anyway.

"So, if you're going to fiddle with my brain, and make me see a giant Cuttlefish, then I know you don't do business, and I know you're not in charge and I only deal with the man in charge!"

"Is that so?" Nadia asked, glancing over at Ultron who was outside the room. The robot kicked the glass, making Klaue fall outside of the room.

"There is no man in charge." He bent down towards Klaue who was laying on the ground. "Now, let's talk business."

—•—

A man pulled down the lever on a closet of bins. The closet when down revealing a room of blue metal in cylinder cans. Klaue pulled on out and handed it to Ultron.

"On this rock, I will build my church. Vibranium." Ultron remarked, tossing the tube to Pietro. "You know it's the kind of that great, personal cost. It's worth billions." Klaue added.

Ultron chuckled, shutting his eyes the opening them. His gaze on Klaue. "Now so are you." The man's phone rang and Klaue glanced at the screen. "It's all under your dummy holdings, financings are so confusing. But I always say, "Keep your friends rich, and your enemies rich, and wait to find out which is which."

Something inside Klaue clicked at he looked up at Ultron. Nadia could see it in his eyes. "Stark..."

"What?"

"Tony Stark used to say that... to me. You're one of his." He backed away a few steps. Nadia bit the inside of her cheek hard, she began to taste blood.

"What? I'm not..." Ultron grabbed Kalue's arm. His worker grabbed his gun, but Wanda held it down with telekinesis. "I'm not! You think I'm one of Stark's puppets, his hollow men? I mean, look at me, do I look like Iron Man? Stark is not..."

Ultron's arm swung down on Klaue's cutting it off completely. Nadia stepped backwards, but Pietro held her by her shoulders. "Don't show weakness." His eyes read. She nodded.

"I'm sorry. I am sorry... Ooh! I'm sure that's going to be okay. I'm sorry, it's just I don't understand..." Ultron apologized. Wanda's telekinesis wavered, but Nadia was faster. The red glow around the worker's hand faded, replaced with a purple one.

Nadia eyes widened watching Klaue tumble down the stairs. "Don't compare me with Stark! He's a sickness!" Ultron yelled.

"Ah, jr. You're going to break your old man's heart." Nadia turned with her siblings, and there stood Tony Stark. The Iron Man.


Ultron is definitely odd

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Ultron is definitely odd...
Pietro is the best big brother to Nadia though,
I love this so much smh

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