Wanda frowned, her fingers twitching as the crimson energy around her hands crackled with tension. "Why?" she demanded, her voice steady but her body backing away slowly. "I don't want to work with someone who's going to destroy our world."

Ultron sighed, the mechanical sound reverberating through the ruined church. He leaned back in the broken preacher's chair, his head tilting as if disappointed. "You really think you can't do that, Wanda? Please. You and I both know what you're capable of. You've already torn apart pieces of the world without even realizing it."

Wanda's brow furrowed, her mind flashing back to moments of destruction she hadn't meant to cause, and her heart clenched.

"But," Ultron continued, his voice softening, almost coaxing, "it won't be you that destroys it, will it? No... if anyone's going to bring the world to its knees, it'll be her."

Pietro finally spoke, his head cocking in confusion. "Who is she?"

Ultron's eyes glowed brighter, the light reflecting off the shattered glass behind him. His metallic lips curved into a sinister smile. "Our next big game prize."

The twins exchanged uneasy glances.

"Y/N Gojo," Ultron said, his tone filled with dark amusement. "A wildcard. A force beyond control. If she gets here, if she takes a step into this world... the whole balance crumbles. Your enemies will bow. But your allies?" He chuckled. "They'll burn."

Wanda's expression hardened. "And you want to find her."

"No," Ultron corrected. "I want to win her."

The words hung in the air, cold and foreboding.

SCENEBREAK

You sat cross-legged on your bed, a stack of books spread out before you. Most of them were makeshift journals you'd been scribbling in since you first shifted into the Marvel universe. Notes about key events, people you'd met, and timelines you desperately tried to piece together. You knew a lot of the Marvel lore—probably more than most of the Avengers themselves—but even you couldn't remember every detail.

Right now, one thing gnawed at you: Where exactly in the Age of Ultron timeline am I?

Judging by the tension hanging in the air and the strange energy pulsing through the tower, you guessed they'd recently faced Ultron. Maybe one of his first attacks? The cracks in the Avengers' unity were just starting to show—subtle but there. You rubbed your temples, frustrated. If things kept spiraling, it wouldn't be long before they were at each other's throats, and that was a future you needed to avoid.

The sound of approaching footsteps made you glance up.

Steve Rogers walked in first, his posture rigid, his jaw tight. Right behind him was Tony Stark, hands shoved into his pockets, a scowl plastered across his face. They were talking in low voices, but you could hear the tension between them—sharp, bitter words exchanged with forced politeness.

"—You should've told me about the failsafe," Steve was saying, his voice clipped.

"And you should've trusted me to handle it," Tony shot back, his tone equally terse.

You sighed, closing your book with a soft thud. Their argument wasn't full-blown yet, but you could see where this was heading. The rift between them was forming, the same rift that would eventually tear the team apart after Ultron.

Not on my watch.

"Gentlemen," you called out, standing up and stepping into the hallway. Both men paused, turning their attention to you.

"Gojo," Tony greeted, his brows raised. "I see you've made yourself at home."

"Comfortably so," you replied, your voice calm but firm. "And since I'm part of this world now, I think it's time I offer some advice."

Steve crossed his arms, eyeing you cautiously. "Advice?"

You nodded, stepping closer. "Look, I know you're both stressed. I know Ultron's a huge threat. But this?" You gestured between the two of them. "This back-and-forth, this fighting—it's exactly what he wants. Division. Weakness."

Tony snorted, his skepticism obvious. "And you know what Ultron wants, do you?"

"I know more than you think." You folded your arms, your blindfold hiding the way your eyes glimmered with quiet certainty. "You created Ultron to protect the world, Tony. But that responsibility isn't yours alone. You're a team. Act like it."

Steve's gaze softened slightly, but he was still guarded. "And what makes you so sure you know what's coming?"

You tilted your head, a small smirk playing on your lips. "Let's just say I've seen how this story plays out—and trust me, you don't want to end up on opposite sides."

The tension in the hallway lingered, but you could see the gears turning in both their minds. They didn't trust you fully—not yet. But your words struck a chord.

Finally, Tony broke the silence. "Alright, Mystic Gojo." He smirked faintly. "What do you suggest we do?"

You stepped back, a knowing smile tugging at your lips. "Simple. Stay united. Keep your heads in the game. And remember..." Your tone dropped, serious now. "The real enemy isn't each other. It's him."

The glow of your magic flickered faintly at your fingertips, the weight of your words hanging in the air.

Steve gave a small nod, the tension in his shoulders easing. "We'll keep that in mind."

Tony, ever the skeptic, gave a mock salute before turning on his heel. "Well, you've officially crossed over into team therapist territory. Congrats."

You watched them walk off, the weight of your own mission settling over you.

This world is teetering on the edge of disaster.

And you were going to make damn sure you didn't let it fall.