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Fic: When the World Came Down (4/5) Rated R
Author:
empty_splendor
Title: When the World Came Down: Part four/five
Rating: R - For language and violence
Summary: Steve Rogers wakes up in a world changed from the one he left behind, a world obliterated by nuclear war and must learn to exist in the new world while he tries to fix his friendship with Tony Stark, or maybe explore it beyond friendship, as they with a rag tag team of avengers past and present fight one last time against one of their greatest foes.
Beta Used: yes, wonderful
jazzypom who put up with me, god knows why.
Verse: 616/with a MA spice
Archive: Whatever you'd like to do
Warning: There isn't a happy ending. I'll be more specific when it gets to that point, but... just so you know now, it doesn't end well.
Part Four: Don't You Dare Lay Down Your Spear
Tony Stark knew it didn’t take a genius to figure out the outcome of the battle with Ultron.
He had no doubt his friends would prevail against the evil robot but he also wasn’t disillusioned enough to believe that they’d all make it out alive. If he did the Math the conclusion was nothing more than a logical inference anyone could make. No powers, no Extremis enhancement and no armor meant only one thing to Tony. He was nothing more than a man and even without a bum heart and the other multiple health issues he’d battled over the years, he had no hope of surviving. His fears were realized but somehow he felt he should be a bit more broken up. In this case, Tony found himself finding a type of peace with his future. At least he knew he’d go out on his terms, fighting the good fight the way he always wanted to die, if there could be any kind of solace in that.
Steve was lying beside him but he knew even in the dark that his friend wasn’t asleep. He was confident that at this moment before their final show down with Ultron that he could call Steve friend again without it feeling… awkward.
“You awake, Steve?” Tony probed.
“You know I am.”
For a moment Steve wasn’t sure if Tony was going to say anything else, as it took him some time to reply. When he did, his voice was slightly off, shaking a bit which sounded similar to fighting back tears. Steve sat up immediately.
“You’re just as bad as I am.”
“What’s wrong?”
Tony’s reply was muffled, slightly strangled by the weight of him pushing aside the sadness in his voice. It was definitely there, Steve knew it better than anyone.
“I just… wanted you to know that I’m glad we got to work together again… one more time. It… it felt right.” his voice struggled a bit.
“Tony… are you…?”
Steve moved over and rested a hand on Tony’s shoulder. He jerked slightly at the touch but relaxed when the surprise of it subsided. After taking a few minutes to gather his thoughts together, Tony cleared his throat and then spoke:
“I’m not going to survive this, Steve. Logically, if you really think about it, I’m not strong enough take-on Ultron.” Tony dead panned.
“Tony, don’t say things like that. It’s ridiculous and I refuse to listen to it. You’re going to get through it just like the rest of us. You’re stronger than you think you are.” Steve reasoned.
Tony almost laughed at Steve's eternal optimism. “Stop. Stop with the Captain America pep talks long enough to listen to me. It’s… ridiculous to think I’ll make it through. My powers are non-existent without the armor and you know it. Ultron could crush me without even trying.”
Steve knew Tony was right. A deep dark corner of his heart clenched with his realization, as he knew that there really wasn’t a chance for Stark to make it out alive. Without the armor he had nothing to fall back on but his brain and his brain would not help him physically battle one of the Avengers’ greatest foes. He swallowed back the guilty feeling that rose like a sick bile from the pit of his stomach to the top of his throat. Wrapping Tony in his arms he took a deep breath and just held him there.
Tony responded by slipping his real arm around Steve, heavy tears managed to escape of his eyes and sending deep shaking sighs through his body. He knew his fate and the more comfort he felt radiating from Steve’s warm chest the calming feeling of Steve’s heart beating against his cheek, the safer he felt. No matter what tomorrow brought, tonight he was with his friend.
“I’ll do everything I can to protect you Tony. You’re my teammate, you’re my partner and… you’re my friend. And it’s an honor to fight beside you again.”
Steve was going to be strong tonight because he knew that Tony needed it. There would be no tears; there would be no good-byes because he was not going to let Stark be right this time.
They hadn't had closeness like this in the time before Steve passed. Tony had been less emotional in the last few years that Steve had known him, which could likely be contributed to the Extremis enhancile. The coincidence with Tony being freed from Extremis and his near break down in Steve's arms now was not lost on Steve. He was seeing Tony in a way that he hadn't seen for a long time and as heartbreaking as it was, it was slightly relieving to see him humanized again, if that was the right word.
Steve knew that Tony wasn't weak, he wasn't easily vulnerable but something about his emotions now made him taste old feelings he'd thought he'd buried for Tony. Words unspoken and later shelved when their friendship soured. There was a second where he wanted to kiss Tony while he continued to embrace him and tell him that everything would be okay. But he knew the action would likely make things awkward and strained. He wouldn't risk the common ground they'd regained footing on.
“You’re going to be okay.”
Tony nodded against his chest. He didn’t believe it, but Steve did so for this one last time he was going to let Steve have that.
Neither of them really knew who had fallen asleep first but Tony was the first to wake. The dim light of morning was still a bit harsh against his eyelids though it was muffled and muddy hidden by clouds. He was aware of warmth first as it covered his body and made Tony question waking up at all. He shifted slightly and adjusted himself to find more of the feeling before sighing contently. Awareness of his location came in the familiar sound of Steve’s heart, causing his eyes to open abruptly.
As expected he found himself wrapped in Steve’s muscular arms with his head pressed against his friend’s broad chest. Tony remembered the night before, the talk they’d had, the realization and his concession to let Steve believe that Tony was invincible even without his armor. Eased by that, he sat up and stretched taking in a the look of Steve’s peaceful sleeping form silently thankful that the moment between them had caused Captain America to sleep as well.
Tony stretched and yawned.
Steve opened his eyes at the movement.
There was a small grin on Tony Stark’s face.
“Well. Are you ready to save the world, Cap?”
*************************
An unnatural glow rose from the center of Shea Stadium that could be seen from several yards away by anyone. Tony would venture to guess that the light was bright enough to be seen from space but he wasn’t really capable of testing the theory.
About three miles away from the structure they’d once known for Mets games during summers of stale beer and soft pretzels, the Avengers stood quietly adjusting to the sight of Ultron’s tower. If it had been made by anyone else, at least in Tony’s opinion, it would have been awe-inspiring.
“Well, he’s been busy.” Hank said, his voice slightly disheartened.
“I’ll say. That big thing… that’s our target.” Tony pointed out.
“And we’re going to cover you going in?” Peter scoffed. “No problem, that’ll be a piece of a cake.”
Steve Rogers gave Peter a sharp look before heading toward the stadium walls in a crouch. They were leaving their bags just outside so that they wouldn’t have anything adding to their struggle during the fight. Before he could get far, Tony grabbed his arm.
“Wait a sec.” his voice was almost a plea.
Steve stopped and looked at Tony.
Stark dug into his bag and pulled out a roughly rounded hunk of metal from his pack. With some paint and more time it would have resembled Cap’s shield but Tony hadn’t had access to those types of resources. This shield was a hunk of scrap metal forged out of the least sophisticated tools tarnished with speckles of rust on the gray finish.
“I found that on the way to Fort Colony and made it the night before we left with some of Hank’s tools. I couldn’t sleep so…” Tony dismissed.
Steve looked at him, his eyes giving away any feelings he was trying to hide as he felt the slight sting in his nose of emotion.
“Thank you, Tony.”
Just outside the stadium they waited for the right moment to go in. Jan, wasp sized, fluttered in the air at the entrance unseen, watching for an opening in the commotion of tin soldiers before they sent in Stark and Hank. She watched as they paced back and forth on guard for any kind of disturbance. Nothing seemed to distract them from their mission as they never once adjusted or changed their steady march. Hank was getting impatient waiting, Jan noticed and finally perched herself on his shoulder shrunken down into her Wasp size.
“They’re programmed to Ultron’s specifications. It’s going to be flawless execution not a single glitch. They won’t stop marching unless really provoked.” he sighed.
Tony smirked. “So we could provoke them.”
Steve tossed him a worried glance but it went unnoticed by Stark. He remembered the conversation he’d had the night before with Tony about his fate in regards to this mission, his belief that he wouldn’t survive. Whether or not he was right, Steve wasn’t about to let him do something stupid just to prove his point. Tony running out as a moving target definitely qualified as stupid, in Steve’s opinion.
“We’ll need to carefully plan a distraction to get Stark and Pym into the tower.” Steve told them, stepping easily back into the role of leader as if he’d never been gone.
Carol dropped beside him from the air, tossing her hair off her shoulders, her voice grim. “I say we go in blasting, there isn’t much else we can do.”
Steve watched Carol as she barrelled past him, blasting from her fists at a couple of the robot soldiers almost as if she was taunting them. He followed, tossing out his makeshift shield Tony had given him as Jan peeled off in another direction to send out her stinger blasts. Rogers kept one eye trained on Peter as he covered Hank and Tony heading toward the citadel, slinging web shots at any of the bionic men that came toward them.
He pulled the shield from the torso of on of the robots who was now sparking as he watched the last glimpse of the two men disappear into the big black building. Steve released a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding before throwing his elbow into another adversary that was looming in on him. Gripping the robots by the back of their heads, Steve slammed their face plates together causing a few sparks as they hit the ground deactivated.
One of them had batted away Jan and sent her crashing to the ground, in a blink, Steve replied with a whip of his shield beheading it. With the path cleared he ran over to her but Jan was on her feet before he even came close, making her irritation known to any of the robots that dared to enter her line of sight. Steve had to admit, he was impressed with her quick recovery and fierce attack.
Steve turned away from his team mate, body tensed for fight, only for his breath to get caught in his throat with his surprise. He hardly been prepared for the enormity of Ultron’s body before him. Peter had some how managed to get beside him from the tower’s entrance without Steve noticing and whistled at the sight of the colossal figure’s shining back.
“I don’t remember him being so big.” Peter blurted.
Steve's thoughts flashed to Tony and Hank, willing them to hurry up and take Ultron out of commission.
Inside the tower, Tony Stark booked it down the corridor with Hank Pym hot on his tail, running faster than he’d remembered running in his life. He nearly slipped as he rounded the corner into the main control room but was halted in his tracks when he saw the enormity of it. The room was covered in wall-to-wall circuitry with blinking lights of blue and red leading all the way up to the top of the tower. Hank almost ran into him to stop his sprint before being dumbstruck by the sight as well.
“We’ve got a big job ahead of us.” Hank almost sounded awed.
Tony ignored him, approaching the large console in the middle. He scanned the screen watching the code trace up and down faster than his eyes could keep up. Now would have been an ideal time to have Extremis up and running, but to his dismay he’d been unable to reboot it when all the other technology in the world went down.
Hank joined him and for a few heartbeats the two of them jut stood watching it as if they expected something to change or for it to do something spectacular. There was no sudden change or amazing event, it continued on running code and blinking lights the way machines worked, oblivious to the intrusion of the two men.
“You know Ultron better than I do,” Tony said. “Think you can figure this out?”
Hank gave him a nod. “You want to stand guard while I see if I can figure this out?”
Stark smirked and pulled his gun up in front of his chest, assuming his best action star pose. Hank couldn’t deny that with the bionic limb he resembled the terminator. Or Bucky Barnes. Wisely, Hank kept his mouth shut at that observation.
“Let me know if you need me.”
Outside, the attention on Ultron had been pulled away by the attack from behind by four of the bionic soldiers. One of them had its arms around Steve’s neck, while he blocked shots from another with the shield. The metal's resistance to the blasts was starting to give and knowing that it wasn’t going to take much more Steve took evasive action and crouching his body into a deep bow, flipping the assailant forward to greet the shots of its counterpart.
Free of them both, Steve tossed his shield again at the one that was blasting at Peter who was barely managing to dodge each shot. In turn, Peter gave the fourth a faceful of webbing before it could reach out to shoot at Steve.
“Stupid humans. Your pathetic attempt to overthrow my power will end only in your defeat and my final victory over your world.”
The soldiers stopped their attack when Ultron’s words echoed through the stadium like a roar of thunder at the most turbulent part of the storm. Carol hovered near them holding one of the robotic enemies by the neck, having stopped mid struggle. Jan came down and fluttered just above Peter’s shoulder staring up at Ultron.
“Well at least this time he doesn’t look like me.” she quipped.
Carol threw her a look, “And he hasn’t taken over Tony.”
Steve made a mental note to question about that later. Right now his attention was focused on the monstrosity before them of shining adimantium.
“Don’t worry humans. Your deaths will be relatively quick. The pain will be brief.”
Four larger bots came toward them. Instinctively, Steve tossed his shield but it was caught and crushed by one of the Hulk sized villains. The first one grabbed Jan and held her fluttering wildly in its hands, Carol fired at another but it knocked her out of the air like Godzilla did to helicopters, Peter was fast but not fast enough because a robot hit him in the back and he was on the ground. Steve knew he was defenceless before he felt the pressure on his throat.
To be continued...
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Title: When the World Came Down: Part four/five
Rating: R - For language and violence
Summary: Steve Rogers wakes up in a world changed from the one he left behind, a world obliterated by nuclear war and must learn to exist in the new world while he tries to fix his friendship with Tony Stark, or maybe explore it beyond friendship, as they with a rag tag team of avengers past and present fight one last time against one of their greatest foes.
Beta Used: yes, wonderful
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Verse: 616/with a MA spice
Archive: Whatever you'd like to do
Warning: There isn't a happy ending. I'll be more specific when it gets to that point, but... just so you know now, it doesn't end well.
Part Four: Don't You Dare Lay Down Your Spear
Tony Stark knew it didn’t take a genius to figure out the outcome of the battle with Ultron.
He had no doubt his friends would prevail against the evil robot but he also wasn’t disillusioned enough to believe that they’d all make it out alive. If he did the Math the conclusion was nothing more than a logical inference anyone could make. No powers, no Extremis enhancement and no armor meant only one thing to Tony. He was nothing more than a man and even without a bum heart and the other multiple health issues he’d battled over the years, he had no hope of surviving. His fears were realized but somehow he felt he should be a bit more broken up. In this case, Tony found himself finding a type of peace with his future. At least he knew he’d go out on his terms, fighting the good fight the way he always wanted to die, if there could be any kind of solace in that.
Steve was lying beside him but he knew even in the dark that his friend wasn’t asleep. He was confident that at this moment before their final show down with Ultron that he could call Steve friend again without it feeling… awkward.
“You awake, Steve?” Tony probed.
“You know I am.”
For a moment Steve wasn’t sure if Tony was going to say anything else, as it took him some time to reply. When he did, his voice was slightly off, shaking a bit which sounded similar to fighting back tears. Steve sat up immediately.
“You’re just as bad as I am.”
“What’s wrong?”
Tony’s reply was muffled, slightly strangled by the weight of him pushing aside the sadness in his voice. It was definitely there, Steve knew it better than anyone.
“I just… wanted you to know that I’m glad we got to work together again… one more time. It… it felt right.” his voice struggled a bit.
“Tony… are you…?”
Steve moved over and rested a hand on Tony’s shoulder. He jerked slightly at the touch but relaxed when the surprise of it subsided. After taking a few minutes to gather his thoughts together, Tony cleared his throat and then spoke:
“I’m not going to survive this, Steve. Logically, if you really think about it, I’m not strong enough take-on Ultron.” Tony dead panned.
“Tony, don’t say things like that. It’s ridiculous and I refuse to listen to it. You’re going to get through it just like the rest of us. You’re stronger than you think you are.” Steve reasoned.
Tony almost laughed at Steve's eternal optimism. “Stop. Stop with the Captain America pep talks long enough to listen to me. It’s… ridiculous to think I’ll make it through. My powers are non-existent without the armor and you know it. Ultron could crush me without even trying.”
Steve knew Tony was right. A deep dark corner of his heart clenched with his realization, as he knew that there really wasn’t a chance for Stark to make it out alive. Without the armor he had nothing to fall back on but his brain and his brain would not help him physically battle one of the Avengers’ greatest foes. He swallowed back the guilty feeling that rose like a sick bile from the pit of his stomach to the top of his throat. Wrapping Tony in his arms he took a deep breath and just held him there.
Tony responded by slipping his real arm around Steve, heavy tears managed to escape of his eyes and sending deep shaking sighs through his body. He knew his fate and the more comfort he felt radiating from Steve’s warm chest the calming feeling of Steve’s heart beating against his cheek, the safer he felt. No matter what tomorrow brought, tonight he was with his friend.
“I’ll do everything I can to protect you Tony. You’re my teammate, you’re my partner and… you’re my friend. And it’s an honor to fight beside you again.”
Steve was going to be strong tonight because he knew that Tony needed it. There would be no tears; there would be no good-byes because he was not going to let Stark be right this time.
They hadn't had closeness like this in the time before Steve passed. Tony had been less emotional in the last few years that Steve had known him, which could likely be contributed to the Extremis enhancile. The coincidence with Tony being freed from Extremis and his near break down in Steve's arms now was not lost on Steve. He was seeing Tony in a way that he hadn't seen for a long time and as heartbreaking as it was, it was slightly relieving to see him humanized again, if that was the right word.
Steve knew that Tony wasn't weak, he wasn't easily vulnerable but something about his emotions now made him taste old feelings he'd thought he'd buried for Tony. Words unspoken and later shelved when their friendship soured. There was a second where he wanted to kiss Tony while he continued to embrace him and tell him that everything would be okay. But he knew the action would likely make things awkward and strained. He wouldn't risk the common ground they'd regained footing on.
“You’re going to be okay.”
Tony nodded against his chest. He didn’t believe it, but Steve did so for this one last time he was going to let Steve have that.
Neither of them really knew who had fallen asleep first but Tony was the first to wake. The dim light of morning was still a bit harsh against his eyelids though it was muffled and muddy hidden by clouds. He was aware of warmth first as it covered his body and made Tony question waking up at all. He shifted slightly and adjusted himself to find more of the feeling before sighing contently. Awareness of his location came in the familiar sound of Steve’s heart, causing his eyes to open abruptly.
As expected he found himself wrapped in Steve’s muscular arms with his head pressed against his friend’s broad chest. Tony remembered the night before, the talk they’d had, the realization and his concession to let Steve believe that Tony was invincible even without his armor. Eased by that, he sat up and stretched taking in a the look of Steve’s peaceful sleeping form silently thankful that the moment between them had caused Captain America to sleep as well.
Tony stretched and yawned.
Steve opened his eyes at the movement.
There was a small grin on Tony Stark’s face.
“Well. Are you ready to save the world, Cap?”
*************************
An unnatural glow rose from the center of Shea Stadium that could be seen from several yards away by anyone. Tony would venture to guess that the light was bright enough to be seen from space but he wasn’t really capable of testing the theory.
About three miles away from the structure they’d once known for Mets games during summers of stale beer and soft pretzels, the Avengers stood quietly adjusting to the sight of Ultron’s tower. If it had been made by anyone else, at least in Tony’s opinion, it would have been awe-inspiring.
“Well, he’s been busy.” Hank said, his voice slightly disheartened.
“I’ll say. That big thing… that’s our target.” Tony pointed out.
“And we’re going to cover you going in?” Peter scoffed. “No problem, that’ll be a piece of a cake.”
Steve Rogers gave Peter a sharp look before heading toward the stadium walls in a crouch. They were leaving their bags just outside so that they wouldn’t have anything adding to their struggle during the fight. Before he could get far, Tony grabbed his arm.
“Wait a sec.” his voice was almost a plea.
Steve stopped and looked at Tony.
Stark dug into his bag and pulled out a roughly rounded hunk of metal from his pack. With some paint and more time it would have resembled Cap’s shield but Tony hadn’t had access to those types of resources. This shield was a hunk of scrap metal forged out of the least sophisticated tools tarnished with speckles of rust on the gray finish.
“I found that on the way to Fort Colony and made it the night before we left with some of Hank’s tools. I couldn’t sleep so…” Tony dismissed.
Steve looked at him, his eyes giving away any feelings he was trying to hide as he felt the slight sting in his nose of emotion.
“Thank you, Tony.”
Just outside the stadium they waited for the right moment to go in. Jan, wasp sized, fluttered in the air at the entrance unseen, watching for an opening in the commotion of tin soldiers before they sent in Stark and Hank. She watched as they paced back and forth on guard for any kind of disturbance. Nothing seemed to distract them from their mission as they never once adjusted or changed their steady march. Hank was getting impatient waiting, Jan noticed and finally perched herself on his shoulder shrunken down into her Wasp size.
“They’re programmed to Ultron’s specifications. It’s going to be flawless execution not a single glitch. They won’t stop marching unless really provoked.” he sighed.
Tony smirked. “So we could provoke them.”
Steve tossed him a worried glance but it went unnoticed by Stark. He remembered the conversation he’d had the night before with Tony about his fate in regards to this mission, his belief that he wouldn’t survive. Whether or not he was right, Steve wasn’t about to let him do something stupid just to prove his point. Tony running out as a moving target definitely qualified as stupid, in Steve’s opinion.
“We’ll need to carefully plan a distraction to get Stark and Pym into the tower.” Steve told them, stepping easily back into the role of leader as if he’d never been gone.
Carol dropped beside him from the air, tossing her hair off her shoulders, her voice grim. “I say we go in blasting, there isn’t much else we can do.”
Steve watched Carol as she barrelled past him, blasting from her fists at a couple of the robot soldiers almost as if she was taunting them. He followed, tossing out his makeshift shield Tony had given him as Jan peeled off in another direction to send out her stinger blasts. Rogers kept one eye trained on Peter as he covered Hank and Tony heading toward the citadel, slinging web shots at any of the bionic men that came toward them.
He pulled the shield from the torso of on of the robots who was now sparking as he watched the last glimpse of the two men disappear into the big black building. Steve released a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding before throwing his elbow into another adversary that was looming in on him. Gripping the robots by the back of their heads, Steve slammed their face plates together causing a few sparks as they hit the ground deactivated.
One of them had batted away Jan and sent her crashing to the ground, in a blink, Steve replied with a whip of his shield beheading it. With the path cleared he ran over to her but Jan was on her feet before he even came close, making her irritation known to any of the robots that dared to enter her line of sight. Steve had to admit, he was impressed with her quick recovery and fierce attack.
Steve turned away from his team mate, body tensed for fight, only for his breath to get caught in his throat with his surprise. He hardly been prepared for the enormity of Ultron’s body before him. Peter had some how managed to get beside him from the tower’s entrance without Steve noticing and whistled at the sight of the colossal figure’s shining back.
“I don’t remember him being so big.” Peter blurted.
Steve's thoughts flashed to Tony and Hank, willing them to hurry up and take Ultron out of commission.
Inside the tower, Tony Stark booked it down the corridor with Hank Pym hot on his tail, running faster than he’d remembered running in his life. He nearly slipped as he rounded the corner into the main control room but was halted in his tracks when he saw the enormity of it. The room was covered in wall-to-wall circuitry with blinking lights of blue and red leading all the way up to the top of the tower. Hank almost ran into him to stop his sprint before being dumbstruck by the sight as well.
“We’ve got a big job ahead of us.” Hank almost sounded awed.
Tony ignored him, approaching the large console in the middle. He scanned the screen watching the code trace up and down faster than his eyes could keep up. Now would have been an ideal time to have Extremis up and running, but to his dismay he’d been unable to reboot it when all the other technology in the world went down.
Hank joined him and for a few heartbeats the two of them jut stood watching it as if they expected something to change or for it to do something spectacular. There was no sudden change or amazing event, it continued on running code and blinking lights the way machines worked, oblivious to the intrusion of the two men.
“You know Ultron better than I do,” Tony said. “Think you can figure this out?”
Hank gave him a nod. “You want to stand guard while I see if I can figure this out?”
Stark smirked and pulled his gun up in front of his chest, assuming his best action star pose. Hank couldn’t deny that with the bionic limb he resembled the terminator. Or Bucky Barnes. Wisely, Hank kept his mouth shut at that observation.
“Let me know if you need me.”
Outside, the attention on Ultron had been pulled away by the attack from behind by four of the bionic soldiers. One of them had its arms around Steve’s neck, while he blocked shots from another with the shield. The metal's resistance to the blasts was starting to give and knowing that it wasn’t going to take much more Steve took evasive action and crouching his body into a deep bow, flipping the assailant forward to greet the shots of its counterpart.
Free of them both, Steve tossed his shield again at the one that was blasting at Peter who was barely managing to dodge each shot. In turn, Peter gave the fourth a faceful of webbing before it could reach out to shoot at Steve.
“Stupid humans. Your pathetic attempt to overthrow my power will end only in your defeat and my final victory over your world.”
The soldiers stopped their attack when Ultron’s words echoed through the stadium like a roar of thunder at the most turbulent part of the storm. Carol hovered near them holding one of the robotic enemies by the neck, having stopped mid struggle. Jan came down and fluttered just above Peter’s shoulder staring up at Ultron.
“Well at least this time he doesn’t look like me.” she quipped.
Carol threw her a look, “And he hasn’t taken over Tony.”
Steve made a mental note to question about that later. Right now his attention was focused on the monstrosity before them of shining adimantium.
“Don’t worry humans. Your deaths will be relatively quick. The pain will be brief.”
Four larger bots came toward them. Instinctively, Steve tossed his shield but it was caught and crushed by one of the Hulk sized villains. The first one grabbed Jan and held her fluttering wildly in its hands, Carol fired at another but it knocked her out of the air like Godzilla did to helicopters, Peter was fast but not fast enough because a robot hit him in the back and he was on the ground. Steve knew he was defenceless before he felt the pressure on his throat.
To be continued...
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Now I'm impatient for the next one!!
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Next week. I warn you, it's a downer.
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Ha!
Steve made a mental note to question about that later.
Yeah, Steve. Wouldn't you like to know? :D
Bad you for ending it like this, now I have to wait another week to know what's going to happen! D: I'm afraid Tony will do something very stupid. :(
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Thank you for reading!
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Done
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Thank you for reading.
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Steve and Tony finally being OKAY with calling each other friends again.
Steve saying he'll do his best to protect Tony. Him wanting to kiss Tony but afraid... they're always so afraid. it's why everything always goes left unsaid.
The Avengers all working together, at least one last time.
Yeah I'm gonna go cry over here now ::walks off to a corner::