3rd Person POV

Avengers Tower, New York City

"He's all over the globe. Robotics labs, weapons facilities, jet propulsion labs, reports of a metal man, or men, coming in and emptying the place." Maria and Steve walked up the stairs of a recently destroyed Avengers Tower, courtesy of Ultron.

"Fatalities?" Steve asks as he brushes away stray glass on the stairs.

"Only when engaged. Mostly guys left in a fugue state going on about old memories, worst fears, dead loved ones, and something too fast to see." Maria flipped through pictures until landing on a specific one.

"Maximoffs. Well, that makes sense he'd go to them, they have someone in common." Steve says, thinking that he had everything clear.

"Not anymore." Maria shows Steve a photo of Strucker's dead body with the word PEACE written in blood on the wall next to him. Steve look slightly alarmed but didn't show it.

"What's this?" Tony asks as Steve set down the Ipad in front of him.

"A message. Ultron killed Strucker." Steve replies.

"And he did a Banksy at the crime scene, just for us." Tony notes, amused.

"This is a smokescreen. Why send a message when you've just given a speech?" Natasha asks.

"Strucker knew something that Ultron wanted us to miss," Steve says.

"Yeah, I bet he..." Natasha looks at the computer monitor "Yep. Everything we had on Strucker has been erased." She confirms.

"Not everything." Tony reminds. The team goes through the physical files they have on Strucker, it was a cluttered mess, in which sometimes they'd pick up a file that another one had already checked.

"Known associates. Well, Strucker had a lot of friends." Steve deducts.

"Well, these people are all horrible." Bruce comments.

"Wait. I know that guy." Tony adds and Bruse passes him the photo he was looking at. "From back in the day. He operates off the African coast, black market arms." Tony stares at the photo, kicking his brain for information. Steve gives him an accusing look when he looks up. "There are conventions, alright? You meet people, I didn't sell him anything." They see the photo is of a man named Ulysses Klaue. "He was talking about finding something new, a game-changer, it was all very 'Ahab.'"

Thor points to the scar on the back of Klaue's neck "This." He points out, waiting for an explanation.

"Uh, it's a tattoo. I don't think he had it..." Tony starts, staring a bit closer to the image of Klaue.

"No, those are tattoos, this is a brand." Thor points out and Bruce identifies the brand on Klaue's neck on the computer.

"Oh, yeah. It's a word in an African dialect meaning thief, in a much less friendly way." Bruce adjusts his glasses.

"What dialect?" Steve asks.

"Wakanada...? Wa...Wa...Wakanda." Bruce stares at the screen, nose nearly into the screen there.

"If this guy got out of Wakanda with some of their trade goods..." Tony starts.

"I thought your father said he got the last of it?" Steve asks.

"I don't follow. What comes out of Wakanda?" Bruce asks, staring at the small stare-down Tony and Steve had.

"The strongest metal on earth." Tony was the first to answer.

"Where is this guy now?" Steve asks.

Katriana's POV

Salvage Yard, African Coast

"Don't tell me your man swindled you. I sent you six short-range heat seekers and got a boat full of rusted parts. Now, you will make it right, or the next missile I send you will come very much faster. Now, minister, where were we?" Wanda nods at me and I quickly smash the electrical system with my powers. "Yeah. The enhanced. Strucker's prize pupils." Klaue smirks upon seeing us walk in; he picks up a plate from his desk "Want a candy? Oh, sorry to hear about Strucker. But then, he knew what kind of world he was helping to create. Human life, not a growth market." We look at each other. "You...you didn't know? Is this your first time intimidating someone? I'm afraid that I'm not that afraid." Klaue jeers.

"Everybody's afraid of something." Wanda starts.

"Cuttlefish. Deep-sea fish. They make lights. disco lights. Whoom, whoom, whoom! to hypnotize their prey, then whoom! I saw a documentary, it was terrifying." Pietro speeds over to pick up a candy from Klaue's desk, and Klaue jerks back, expecting to be attacked, I raise my eyebrows. "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." I smirk, and Ultron breaks through the glass window and knocks down Klaue"

"There is no 'man' in charge. Let's talk business." We walk downstairs and Klaue gives Ultron some vibranium from his stash "Upon this rock I will build my church. Vibranium." Ultron smiles evilly.

"You know, it came at great personal cost. It's worth billions." Klaue scratches his neck.

"Now, so are you. It's all under your dummy holdings? Finance is so weird. But I always say, 'Keep your friends rich and your enemies rich, and wait to find out which is which." Ultron declares, throwing a jar of vibranium to Pietro. I eye it curiously.

"Stark." Klaue starts.

"What?" Ultron turns around.

"Tony Stark used to say that...to me. You're one of his." Klaue accuses.

"What?! I'm not...!" Ultron grabs Klaue. "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 nothing!" He chops off Klaue's arm, Wanda quickly covers my eyes as I whimper. "I'm sorry. I am sor... Ooh, I'm sure that's going to be okay. I'm sorry, it's just I don't understand. Don't compare me with Stark! he's a sickness!"

"Ahh, Junior. You're gonna break your old man's heart." Stark smirks. I growl.

"If I have to," Ultron replies.

"We don't have to break anything." The Lightning God reasons.

"Clearly you've never made an omelet." Ultron retorts.

"He beat me by one second." Stark sighs.

"Ah, this is funny, Mr. Stark. It's what, comfortable? Like old times?" Pietro starts.

"This was never my life." Stark looks down at the bombs.

"You three can still walk away from this." The American man reasons.

"Oh, we will." Wanda scoffs.

"I know you've suffered." American Man tries.

"Uuughh! Captain America. God's righteous man, pretending you could live without a war. I can't physically throw up in my mouth, but..." Ultron mocks.

"If you believe in peace, then let us keep it." The Lightning God says.

"I think you're confusing peace with quiet," Ultron says.

"Yuh-huh. What's the Vibranium for?" Stark points to the virbranium behind us.

"I'm glad you asked that because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan!" The Iron Legions attack. We start fighting, me using my telekinesis and psionic energy manipulation frequently.

"It's time for some mind games," Ultron says to me and Wanda.

"Kitty, you take Black Widow and the American Man," Wanda commands. I nod, then walk away.

"Be safe." I hug Wanda before setting off. I sneak up on Black Widow and turn invisible. I make her feel guilty, survivor's guilt, of walking away from The Red Room. Her tale is one the guards loved to repeat. I sneak up on the American man and make him see his worst fears.

"This is going very well. Good job." Ultron praises me before flying away. Wanda tries to sneak up behind Barton, but he quickly turns and puts an electric arrow on her forehead. I quickly run-up to her.

"I've done the whole mind control thing. Not a fan." He retorts and I quickly send another illusion at him. Pietro speeds in, picks up Wanda, and speeds off. I punch him and quickly knock him down with my magic before flying away. "Yeah, you better run." I hear him say. I walk outside as Wanda suffers in pain from the electric arrow Barton had hit her with. I hug her quickly.

"What can I do?" Pietro asks.

"Ah, it hurts." Wanda moans.

"I can heal you, Wands," I say, lifting up my hand and healing the headache.

"Thanks, Kitty." She smiles.

"I'm gonna kill him. I'll be right back." Pietro growls.

"No. I'm over it. I want...I want to finish the plan." Wanda looks at the jet where Hulk was waiting. "I want the big one." She quickly sneaks upon the ship, bewitching Hulk. We quickly runoff, waiting at the rendezvous point for Ultron. He arrives, and we set off to South Korea with the virbranium.

That kinda sucked ah well I hope you enjoyed it.