Salvage Yard

African Coast

"Please, please, lie to me about how your man swindled you. I sent you six heat-seeking missiles, so there's no way that could have happened. I suggest you make it right, or the next missile your revive will come very much faster. Now, Mister Minister, where were we?" The man, Ulysses Klaue, hung up on the first call and switched to one that was on hold. Swirling through his mind were thoughts of the best storage crates to use for Grade 1 Hell-Sent missiles. I smirked.

The power cut out. Our plan was to keep Klaue distracted until Ultron got here, to talk business.

We walk into the small office.

"Ah. The twins... And the Other one. Baron Strucker's prize pupils." He pulls a dish up from the desk, "Want a candy? Turkish delights.(A/N kinda a reference to FWS(just a little) but not much.)" Pietro speeds over and plucks the gun Klaue was hiding and put all of the bullets in a line on the desk. He grabs two candies, knowing Wanda won't want one, and knowing I definitely will (A/N I'm basing these on jolly ramchers. I will only eat cherry, or strawberry. If I get grape, watermelon, or blue raspberry I will murder someone) as I unwrap the red tinted sweet, we start to talk.

Klaue talks about his fear of cuttlefish.

Really? This is our vibraniam thief? I would have thought it would be someone a bit more... Scary.

When he gets to the part about how he only does business with the 'man in charge', Ultron bursts through the window.

Pietro Wanda Kris

That's going to be a lot of damage.

Yeah. Although, he will have the money.

"You know, that came at a great personal cost. It's worth billions." Klaue rushes forward to take the vibraniam out of Ultron's hands but Ultron spins and takes a deep breath- or as close to one as a robot can get.

"And now, so are you." A bodyguard's eyes bug out as he sees the money being added. "Its all under your... Dummy holdings? Finance is strange. But I always say 'keep your friends rich and your enemies richer and wait to find out which is which."

"S-Stark. You're one of his." Klaue steps back, and draws in a ragged breath.

"What? I-I'm not one of his! You think I'm one of his puppets, his hollow men? Tell me, do I look like Iron Man?" Ultron flails his arms, accidentaly cutting Klaue's left arm clean off. "Ooh, I am sorry. Ooh, I'm sure that will grow back. Its just- don't compare me with Stark! Stark is- he's a sickness!"

"Aww, Junior. You're gonna break your old mans heart." Stark walks out onto a metal bridge, wearing his Iron Man suit.

"I will if I have to." Ultron replies.

"We don't have to break anything." Thor tries to reason with the synthetic, and Ultron retorts with: "Clearly you've never made an omelet."

"He beat me by one second." Iron Man shakes his head.

"Oh, this is funny? Its what- comfortable?" Pietro bites back a bitter laugh.

Like old times? I say in my head. Ultron wanted me hidden. I would stay hidden.

"Like old times?" Wanda says what I said in my head. I had forgotten that we were still linked.

"No- I- this was never my life. Any who, where's your little sister? Kristal Maximoff?"

"Unimportant." Pietro says.

Sorry, sis. Ultron said you were a surprise.

I know.

"You two can still walk away from this." Captain America says.

"Oh, we will." Wanda's voice is laced with enough poison to kill a fully grown elephant instantly.

"I know you've suffered, but-"

"Uuuuugggggghhh. Captain America. God's righteous man. Pretending you could live without a war. I can't physically throw up in my mouth. But I would if I could."

"Yuh-Huh. What's the vibranium for?" Stark tilts his head a little bit.

"I'm glad you asked, because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan."

I use my illusion powers to go invisible, right as Stark is pulled forward toward Ultron, with a magnet. Klaue runs into his office, shouting orders to his mercenaries.

"Stay down, kid!" Captain America shouts at Pietro, after knocking him down.

I go and help him up.

Hey. You OK?

What happened to him?

Captain America knocked him down.

Wow, Mom. I'm fine.

Pietro.

Oh. I-I'm sorry, it slipped out.

Its fine.

Ultron just told me it's time for some mind games. I got Thor, and the Widow.

Kay. I got the archer and the Captain.

I sneak up behind the archer. It took me a minute to get there, trying to be stealthy.

When I get there, I already know that Wanda has taken care of her part, and it's just me. I took care of Captain America already.

I go to use my illusion powers on him, but he spins around and sticks a electick arrow on my head.

H

What's wrong, Kris?

Hel-

Where are you? Sis? Sis?

Wanda tries to contact me, but I'm too far into unconsciousness, I can't respond. Their voices echo in my head.

~~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~

'Hello, little one.' A man with brown hair, and a monocle stands in front of me. I am seven years old.

'Who are you?' I ask. I already know who he is. My roommate, Ashleigh, has told me tales that she heard from the guards.

'I am Baron Von Strucker, but you can call me Mister Strucker. How are you today?' He asks. His voice isn't cold, but it isn't comforting. It's detached.

'Cold. Miss Rosie takes my blankets.' I frown when he frowns.

'Ah. Well, I want to show you a pretty rock. Two, actually.' He takes me to a room with a golden scepter. He moves out of the room, and all I can see in the room is a mirror.

'OK. I'm going to ask you to touch the scepter.' I walk forward and touch the tip. I blink. The pain is intense. I bite my lip. Ashleigh said not to show pain or they will throw you out into the snow.

'You- are touching the-' Mister Strucker talks, but I don't hear the rest of his conversation, because I black out.

When I wake up, Wanda is in the room with me. She looks at my eyes strangely.

'What happened to your eyes?' She asks. I look into the small mirror there is in our new room. My iris is black.

'I don't know. What's this?' I tug on a small necklace.

'Baron Von Strucker said its 'The Shadow Stone'. I don't know what happened to me, but these red things keep coming out of my hands.' Wanda is eleven now.

'Huh.'

~~~~~~~~~~End of flashback~~~~~~~~~~

My eyes burst open. I'm breathing heavily. I reach up to wipe the sweat away from my eyes, but my hands are handcuffed to a small chair.

"What- where am I?"

"Good morning, sleepyhead." The archer walks into my room. 

I'm going to die. They're going to kill me and I'm never going to see my sister again. Or my brother. Oh god I'm going to die.

"Why are you crying?" The archer looks confused.

"M.. Make it quick please." I whisper.

"Whaa..." He then realizes what I'm talking about.

"What! No! I wouldn't- oh god, this kid thinks I'm going to murder her!" He walks out and closes the door. He then re-opens the door and tosses me a key. "OK. You're in my basement. There are no windows, and this door is locked. But you can get out of those chains. Maybe eat. Sleep a bit. When you're ready to talk about Ultron's plans, press that button."

I blink. Why are they being nice to me? I basically tried to kill them. A wave of drowsiness washes over me. Sleep. No. I need to escape. Yes. I need to do that. Sleep. No, I need to think about what to do. I need to- sleeeeeeppppp.

Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed this. Just to clear up what happened, she was kidnapped by the Avengers, and while she was blacked out, Hulk escaped and did the stuff in the movie, and Ultron got away.

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