Chapter 20: 019
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The room was tense, filled with energy that seemed to hum just beneath the surface. Steve Rogers leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on Vision, the strange figure standing before him. "I think I've had my fill of new," Steve said, his voice steady but weary.
Vision, standing tall and calm, regarded him with serene contemplation. "You think I'm a child of Ultron?" he asked, the question hanging in the air like a blade.
Steve's response was measured. "Aren't you?"
"I am not Ultron," Vision replied softly. "I am not JARVIS. I am... I am."
Wanda Maximoff, standing nearby, spoke quietly, her voice layered with bitterness. "I looked into your head. I saw annihilation."
"Look again," Vision countered gently, holding her gaze with a kind of quiet understanding.
Clint Barton broke the silence with a sharp quip, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Yeah, her seal of approval means jack to me."
Thor's deep voice rumbled through the room, adding a gravity to the conversation. "Their powers, the horrors in our heads, Ultron himself—they all came from the Mind Stone, and they are nothing compared to what it can unleash. But with it on our side..."
"Is it?" Steve interrupted. "Are you on our side?"
Vision tilted his head, considering. "I don't think it's that simple."
Clint's voice was colder now, pressing Vision for clarity. "Well, it better get real simple, real soon."
"I am on the side of life," Vision declared. "Ultron isn't. He will end it all."
Tony Stark, leaning against a nearby table, raised his brow. "What's he waiting for?"
Vision turned his gaze toward Stark. "You."
Bruce Banner's quiet intensity filled the room. "Where?"
Clint's voice cut through again, all business now. "Sokovia. He's got Nat there too."
Bruce's eyes darkened as he stared at Vision. "If we're wrong about you... if you're the monster Ultron made you to be..."
"What will you do?" Vision's calm words echoed through the room, and for a moment, it was as if time itself held its breath. He glanced around at the assembled Avengers, his tone thoughtful. "I don't want to kill Ultron. He's unique, and he's in pain. But that pain will roll over the Earth, and he must be destroyed. Every form he's built, every trace of his presence on the net... we have to act now. And not one of us can do it without the others."
He paused, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. "Maybe I am a monster. I don't think I'd know if I were one. I'm not what you are, and not what you intended. So there may be no way to make you trust me, but we need to go."
Suddenly, Vision reached for Thor's hammer, Mjölnir, lifting it with ease and offering it to the god of thunder. The room fell silent, eyes wide with shock. Thor took the hammer, his expression unreadable.
"Right," Thor said, clapping Stark on the shoulder. "Well done."
Steve turned to the others. "Three minutes. Get what you need."
As the team began preparing, Stark loaded his AI system, FRIDAY, into his Iron Man suit. "Good evening, boss," the voice of his new assistant chimed.
Stark's face was serious now, his usual bravado replaced with grim determination. "No way we all get through this. If even one tin soldier is left standing, we've lost. There's gonna be blood on the floor."
Steve met his gaze with calm resolve. "I got no plans tomorrow night."
Stark smirked, though it didn't reach his eyes. "I get first crack at the big guy. Iron Man's the one he's waiting for."
Vision, walking past, added quietly, "That's true. He hates you the most."
Steve's focus returned to the mission. "Ultron knows we're coming. Odds are, we'll be riding into heavy fire. That's what we signed up for. But the people of Sokovia? They didn't. Our priority is getting them out."
At that moment, Pietro Maximoff dashed into a Sokovian police station, trying to alert the authorities. "We're under attack! Clear the city, now!" When the officers ignored him, Pietro returned with a rifle, firing shots into the air. "Get off your asses!"
Wanda used her powers to send waves of psychic urgency into the minds of the fleeing civilians.
Meanwhile, in a cell deep beneath Sokovia, Natasha Romanoff stirred as she heard a familiar voice.
"Natasha! Natasha!"
She opened her eyes to see Bruce Banner standing at her cell door, an alien rifle in hand. "You alright?"
"Yeah," she replied, pushing herself to her feet.
Bruce blasted the door open with the rifle and stepped forward. "The team's in the city. It's about to light up."
"What's our play?" Natasha asked, her instincts already sharpening.
"I'm here to get you to safety."
Natasha shook her head, her voice resolute. "Job's not finished."
As they made their way out of the cell, the city began to rise. The ground cracked, and Sokovia itself lifted into the sky, becoming Ultron's deadly weapon.
Ultron, standing in a church in the heart of Sokovia, waited for Tony Stark to arrive. The two exchanged barbed words, but Ultron's true plan was already in motion.
"This is how you end, Tony," Ultron declared. "This is peace in my time."
Stark's eyes narrowed. "Well, that is the mission. Did you forget?"
As Ultron's army of robots descended on the city, the Avengers sprang into action. Wanda Maximoff joined the fray, hurling powerful hexes at the machines. Clint Barton, bow in hand, fought alongside her, though his words were laced with dry humor.
"City's flying, we're fighting an army of robots, and I have a bow and arrow," he said to Wanda as they ducked behind cover. "None of this makes sense. But if you go out there, you fight, and you fight to kill. Stay in here, you're good. But if you step out that door... you're an Avenger."
Wanda stared at him for a moment, then stepped outside. Her powers flared, destroying the robots around her.
Meanwhile, Tony and Thor worked on a desperate plan to stop Ultron's scheme. The Vibranium core keeping the city afloat was rigged to destroy the Earth upon impact. Stark had a risky solution—blow the core and vaporize the city before it hit the ground.
As the battle raged on, Pietro Maximoff sprinted through the chaos, helping civilians reach safety. But as he dashed to save Clint Barton and a young Sokovian boy, he was struck down by Ultron's bullets.
"You didn't see that coming," Pietro whispered with a weak smile before collapsing to the ground.
Wanda, sensing her brother's death, fell to her knees, her breath catching in her throat as if the very air had been stolen from her. Grief unlike anything she had ever known tore through her heart, sending a wave of raw, destructive energy rippling out from her, obliterating the nearby robots in a single, violent burst. The world around her trembled under the force of her agony. Her eyes, wet with tears, glowed with a scarlet fury as the pain consumed her, but she remained standing—her heart shattered, yet her resolve unbroken. She would not falter. Not now.
Far away, in the ethereal expanse of the Mirror Dimension, Omega was deep in his training, focusing on honing his abilities. Yet, just as he was about to master a particularly complex technique, a jolt of despair shot through their psychic link. It was a sensation so profound it left him reeling, a visceral anguish that felt like a dagger to his soul. He staggered back, his breath hitching as he clutched his head, feeling Wanda's pain tearing through him.
Wanda's heartache resonated in his mind, the intensity of her grief echoing in his own heart. At that moment, it was as though he lost the person most precious to him; the loss was unbearable. With a furious shout, Omega unleashed a wave of energy, the raw power crackling around him as he unknowingly called upon his abilities to stop the pain.
Lightning arced across the Mirror Dimension, illuminating the space with blinding flashes as he concentrated harder than ever before. The first pieces of the Mirror World shattered, splintering apart like fragile glass under the sheer force of his power. His voice, mingled with Wanda's anguish, reverberated through the dimension, creating a feedback loop of energy that spiraled outward.
"Wanda!" he screamed, channeling the depths of his emotions into his abilities. The Mirror Dimension rippled as reality itself began to warp around him, reacting to their shared grief and fury. Every pulse of energy he unleashed resonated with her pain, creating cracks that spread through the fabric of their alternate sanctuary.
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The city continued to rise, and Ultron, in his final form, clashed with Thor, Vision, and Iron Man. Their combined power was enough to damage Ultron's vibranium body. With a final blow from the Hulk, Ultron was sent flying, his forces retreating.
Tony's plan was ready. "Thor, on my mark," he called. As Thor channeled lightning through his hammer, Stark powered up the core, and together they obliterated the floating city.
Vision found the last fragment of Ultron, broken and battered, in the rubble. "You're afraid," Vision said softly.
"Of you?" Ultron sneered.
"No," Vision replied. "Of death."
Ultron's eyes flickered. "You were supposed to be the last."
"I suppose we're both disappointments," Vision said quietly, his voice carrying the weight of the finality they both understood.
"You're unbearably naive," Ultron spat.
Vision's gaze softened. "Well, I was born yesterday."
With a burst of light from the Mind Stone on his forehead, Vision ended Ultron's existence. In the silence that followed, Sokovia fell, its shattered remains crashing into the Earth below.
The Avengers had saved the world, but the cost had been high. They stood amid the ruins, their victory bittersweet. And in the quiet aftermath, as the dust settled, Vision and Wanda met, their eyes connecting over the shared loss that weighed on them both.
They were not the same as before. Neither was the world.
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ACT I Is Now DONE.....
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