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All of the Avengers set out to do what they could. The Hulk was smashing all of the little sentries, Pietro and Wanda were rushing people to safety and using their powers as best they could. They were kids, after all. Clint grabbed Wanda and lunged them through a window into a building for cover as four sentries cornered them. "How could I let this happen?"
"Hey, hey, you okay?" Clint asked quickly. He just wanted to get her back out there. Either way, she had some incredible powers.
"This is all my fault." She collapsed onto her knees and cried. He sighed out and rolled his eyes before getting her attention.
"Hey, look at me! It's your fault, it's everyone's fault. Who cares? Are you up for this? Are you? Look, I just need to know, because the city is flying. Okay. Look, the city is flying, we're fighting an army of robots. And I have a bow and arrow. None of this makes sense. But I'm going back out there because it's my job. Okay? And I can't do my job and babysit. It doesn't matter what you did or what you were. If you go out there, you fight, and you fight to kill. Stay in here, you're good. I'll send your brother to come find you. But if you step out that door, you are an Avenger. Alright. Good chat." He rambled. He got up and pulled out some more arrows, prepping. "Yep, the city is flying."
With that, he walked out the door and took out the threatening sentries. On the bridge, cars on the edge began to fall as the concrete was falling bit by bit. Steve heard the screams and knew what was happening. He ran towards the two cars quickly, grabbing one as it was about to fall. Just when he thought he had it, the bumper he was holding onto detached from the car and it fell. As Thor was flying up, he saw them fall. He went back down and grabbed the woman from the car and threw her up to Steve. He dropped down, holding onto a piece of medal that was supporting the bridge before. He held her by her wrist and helped her up. He pulled himself up, then.
"You can't save them all." Ultron began as his sentry approached. Steve slammed his shield into it. "You'll never—"
Steve used his magnetic pull on his arm to pull his shield back, throwing the sentry off the edge. "Never what? You didn't finish!" Thor brought the other car that fell back up. "What, were you napping?"
They ran off the bridge and Steve jumped around to avoid the repulsors of the sentries. He kicked his shield up and Thor hit it with his hammer, making it bounce of the enemies in their path and take them all out. He flew up, then, and took out more of the sentries, throwing one into a gasoline truck. It caused a large explosion, taking out even more. Ultron spotted him and grabbed him, flying him away. "Thor! You're bothering me."
Clint continued to take more of the sentries out that reappeared around him, cornering him in that alleyway once more. He was suddenly outnumbered. As he took cover behind a car, carefully thinking about his next move, Wanda stepped out of the building. She used her powers to take them out effortlessly. Clint stood up when he had a window and helped. Once they were all gone, Clint nodded to her. "Alright, we're all clear here."
"We are not clear!" Steve yelled back through the comms. "We are very not clear!"
"Alright, coming to you." He replied. Pietro ran in and grabbed Wanda in his arms, carrying her off.
"Keep up, old man!" He called. Clint rolled his eyes before he began to run that way, debating on shooting him with one of his arrows. Ultron threw Thor onto the ground. When he stood back up, Ultron used his gravitational pull to knock a piece of a concrete wall into his face. He then repeatedly punched him. He dropped his hammer. Pietro ran himself and Wanda into a spot where the police, who were fighting bravely, were beginning to be outnumbered.
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Heartlines | Steve Rogers
FanfictionA man out of time wakes up after 70 years in a time where the world is much more advanced than when he left it. For two weeks, he's left to his own devices dwelling on how everything he knew and loved was no more. Coming to terms with that was somet...
