▌𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 ━︎━︎ 𝐕𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐦 ▌

━︎━︎━︎━︎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐓 the computer, Olivia standing behind her with her hands on the back of the chair as she watched the screen. Thor was standing on the left side of Natasha when suddenly Steve walked up to him, tablet in his hands as he passed it over to Thor who took it from his grasp. Tony appeared, making his way over to Thor as he asked, "What's this?"

"A message." Steve answered as Thor slammed the tablet into Tony's chest. Tony took it from him. "Ultron killed Strucker."

Tony flipped the tablet to face him. "And he did a Banksy at the crime scene, just for us."

Natasha, having caught sight of the image, said, "This is a smokescreen. Why send a message when you've just given a speech?" Tony passed the tablet over to Olivia who took it, staring down at the screen and humming as her eyebrows rose.

"Strucker knew something that Ultron wanted us to miss." Steve concluded, arms crossed over his chest.

Natasha turned her attention back to the computer. "Yeah, I bet he. . . yeah." The words "Record Deleted" popped up on the screen. "Everything we had on Strucker's been erased."

"Not everything." Steve denied. Next thing Olivia knew they were all going through boxes and boxes of files. Olivia smiled in amusement every time Thor would pick up a new box, tossing the lid like it was Frisbee to a location he didn't care to know about. Steve sat down another box. "Known associates. Baron Strucker had a lot of friends."

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

"Did you expect them to be good?" Olivia asked, placing another box onto the table.

"Wait. I know that guy." Tony pointed towards one of the files that had been in Bruce's hands. He reached over, taking the file from Bruce. "From back in the day. He operates off the African coast. Black market arms." Steve gave him a look and Tony quickly defended himself. "There are conventions. All right? You meet people. I didn't sell him anything." He closed the file, taking a page from it that had the man's picture. "He was talking about finding something new, a game-changer. It was all very Ahab."

Thor, who was now holding the picture, pointed at a mark on the man's neck. "This?"

"Ah, it's a tattoo, I don't think he had it."

"No those are tattoos, this is a brand."

Bruce was quick to upload the photo, quickly finding out what the brand was. "Oh, yeah. It's a word in an African dialect meaning 'thief'. In a much less friendly way."

"What dialect?" Steve asked.

"Wakanada." He paused, squinting at the screen. "Wa. . . Wa. . . Wakanda."

Tony and Steve quickly looked at each other. Tony spoke first. "If this guy got out of Wakanda with some of their trade goods. . ."

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

"Is there a secret that you gentlemen would like to share with the class?" Olivia asked, hands intertwined as she placed them on the table, looking at them expectantly. They looked at her. "What comes out of Wakanda?"

Tony hesitated before answering, "The strongest metal on earth."

Steve looked at Tony before asking, "Where is this guy now?"

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━︎━︎━︎━︎𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 a good fight. But she didn't like where the location of this one was. It was in a ship yard, on a ship, that held explosives. She wasn't a fan of explosives. She was hiding behind a wall, Clint and Natasha doing the same whilst Steve, Tony, and Thor stood on the catwalk with Bruce opting to stay on the jet. The sound of Ultron's voice could be heard.

"Stark is. . .he's a sickness!"

"Ah, Junior." Tony said as he flew down in his suit, landing on the catwalk with Thor and Steve behind him. "You're gonna break your old man's heart."

"If I have to." Ultron turned to face them, and behind him two humans appeared. The two enhanced that Steve had told her about, the ones they fought a few days ago. Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, the twins that survived Strucker's experiments.

"No one has to break anything," Thor tried.

"Clearly you've never made an omelet"

"He beat me by one second." Tony defended.

"Ah, this is funny, Mr. Stark." Pietro spoke, taking a couple of steps forwards. "It's what? Comfortable? Like old times?"

"This was never my life." Tony denied.

Steve took a step forwards, eyes focused on the twins. "You two can still walk away from this."

"Oh we will." Wanda assured him, nodding her head as she glared at him.

"I know you've suffered." Steve tried.

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

"If you believe in peace then let us keep it." Thor attempted at reasoning, having a feeling that no matter what he said a fight would break out. It always did.

"I think you're confusing peace with quiet."

"Uh-huh. What's the vibranium for?" Tony asked.

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

That was when the fight began. More of Ultron's robots appeared, attacking them. Her fangs protruded from her mouth as her claws replaced her nails. She ripped apart the robots as they each came to attack her. And suddenly not only were the robots attacking them, but so were the men on the ship. Gunfire made Olivia duck. A robot flew towards her and she jumped up, grabbing onto it as she started fighting the robot mid air before she dug her claws into its back, maneuvering it so that it brought her towards one of the men shooting before letting go and killing the robot in the process.

She dropped to the lower level, landing with one knee on the ground and the other properly upright. She snapped her head back, her eyes meeting the man's as a growl left from her lips. Fear struck the man and Olivia didn't hesitate to attack him, breaking his neck and huffing in response. She didn't have time to hold back, Steve could yell at her later.

She continued to fighting, three robots coming at her the same time two others were shooting at her. She didn't have time to pay attention to her senses that were alerting her of the Maximoff woman's presence behind of her. One second she was ripping open a robot and shooting one of the men, the next she wasn't.

Olivia stood there in confusion. Her eyebrows were furrowed as she looked around her. She knew where she was. The place was familiar, but something about it brought fear into her veins. The wolf swallowed thickly, the sound of voices grabbing her attention. She slowly made her way towards the noise. She could hear whispers and as she peaked around the corner, there stood her mother and father, arguing as they always seemed to do.

Suddenly, her mother stopped speaking. Her head snapped towards Olivia's direction and Olivia had to force herself to not run away. "Olivia, what on earth are you doing up!" She quickly walked towards her. "It's midnight. Go back to your room."

"I couldn't sleep." The sound of Olivia's younger voice made her turn her head. There she stood, barely five years old with a stuffed bunny held tightly to her chest. "Are you and Daddy arguing?"

Her father appeared and Olivia almost threw up. "No, honey. We weren't arguing." He kneeled down, placing a hand on her shoulder as he offered her a kind smile. "We were just disagreeing. Nothing to worry about. Go on back upstairs, I'll be there to read you a story." Younger Olivia nodded and made her way up the steps.

The scene changed. Now Olivia was six years old. She stood at the end of the steps, the sound of her sister and parents arguing having woke her up from her sleep. She stood there, fear in her eyes as she watched her sister try to come over to her before her mother blocked her. And then suddenly Allison was being taken, Olivia was screaming, calling out for her sister and struggling to escape her mother's harsh grasp.

She was eight. Living in the same house, her mother was now gone having left not long after Allison had been taken. Her father leaned against her bedroom door, nodding for her to follow him. She knew what was going to happen, she knew where he wanted to take her. The basement. So many screams had echoed off the walls of that basement. Olivia shook her head, tears already filling her eyes.

"Olivia, don't be difficult."

"I don't want to." She cried. "Daddy, I've been good! I haven't done anything wrong."

"Olivia. Now." He took her by the wrist once she stood up, walking her to the basement, headed down to the same place that made her feel like she was one of the sinful souls that resided in Hell. He did what he always did, putting the restraints on her, preparing his materials. "I'm doing HYDRA's work, what they have is beautiful. I wish I'd have found it sooner."

"Please." She croaked, shaking her head. He grew closer, a syringe in his hand. She panicked. "Daddy! Please don't do this! I've been a good girl. Please daddy!"

"Olivia stop being a baby." Her father snapped.

"That's what I am dad! I'm a baby, a kid! Don't-" her dad then turned around and back handed her making her shut up. The scene changed.

She was fourteen. A gun was held in her hands as she stood in the room of HYDRA. Targets were placed in front of her, waiting to be shot at. She didn't want to because she knew she was a perfect shot and if she shot perfectly she knew it would escalate. Shooting, hitting the bullseye, before the target was replaced by a man. Her hand shook, the gun rattling. "I can't."

"Do it, Olivia." He warned. "You have five seconds to pull that trigger or you'll face the consequences." She didn't hesitate to shoot.

Fifteen. Her father was a work, she'd been sneaking out to see the girl that she loved. Her first love. It had been just a kiss. That's all. And her father happened to walk in and he was furious. She didn't know how he found her. She panicked, trying to keep her safe. Protecting the girl from her father. The room suddenly went black, her father still standing in front of her, Olivia still in a protective stance, but she was her age now.

A smirk was on her father's face as he shook his head. "I'm disappointed in you Livvy. You don't deserve anyone, no one deserves to have you as their baggage. That's what you are, baggage, something that will hold them back." He stepped aside and behind him stood the Avengers. Her friends, her real family. Except, they were dead. Their body were nailed to the wall like a mantel. Clint, Steve, Tony, Thor, Bruce. . . but where was Natasha.

"Where is she?" Olivia snarled, and it was then she noticed her claws and fangs.

"She's right here." He moved and suddenly she was standing there, looking at Olivia with such betrayal and disappointment. "You betrayed her. You meant the world to her. She knows everything about you, she'll use it against you. You have to do it. That's the only way to protect yourself." He walked over to Olivia, his lips coming to her ear. "Do it. Become the monster you were meant to be and kill her." And then she was lunging towards Natasha, and then Olivia woke up.