Chapter 8: Maximoff's

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"What's this?" Stark said gesturing to the tablet Steve handed Thor.

"A message. Ultron killed Strucker."

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

"This is a smoke screen. Why send a message when you've just given a speech?" My mom spoke up.

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

"Yeah, I bet he... Yeah. Everything we had on Strucker's been erased." I said looking at the words 'records deleted' on the computer in front of me.

"Not everything."

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A few minutes later we were all looking through paper files Stark had saved in case something like these ever happened.

"Known associates." Steve muttered, "Baron Strucker had a lot of friends."

"Well, these people are all horrible."

"Wait. I know that guy." Tony said moving next to Bruce, "From back in the day. He operates off the African coast. Black market arms." As he said that Steve gave him a dirty look, " There are conventions. All right? You meet people. I didn't sell him anything. He was talking about finding something new, a game-changer. It was all very Ahab."

I moved next to Thor to get a closer look at the pictures Steve handed him, "This?" Thor asked, looking at a brand on the guys neck.

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

"Those are tattoos, this is a brand." I spoke up.

"Oh, Yeah. It's a word in an African dialect meaning "thief." In a much less friendly way." Bruce said from over by one of the computers

"What dialect?"

"Wakanada. Wakanda."

"If this guy got out of Wakanda with some of their trade goods..." Tony said to Steve

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

"I don't follow. What comes out of Wakanda?" Bruce broke in.

"The strongest metal on Earth." Steve said, looking at his shield, "Where is this guy now?"

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"I'm sorry. I'm... I'm sure that's gonna be okay. I'm sorry. It's just that I don't understand. Don't compare me with Stark!" We heard Ultron speak as we crept closer to the small group. I was above them on a walkway hidden in the shadows with my eyes on Wanda as I was the only one who could over power her. My eyes flickered to the person beside her for a quick moment and I felt weird. Fuzzy? Warm? I ignored the feeling and focused on Wanda and Ultron. "It's a thing with me. Stark is... He's a sickness!"

"Aw, Junior. You're gonna break your old man's heart." Tony said, landing in front of him as Thor and Steve walked up beside him.

"If I have to." Ultron said, turning towards Tony. The enhanced stood behind him, glaring daggers at Tony. I don't blame them.

"Nobody has to break anything." Thor spoke up

"Clearly you've never made an omelet."

"He beat me by one second."

"Yes. He's funny. Mr. Stark. It's what? Comfortable? Like old times?" Pietro said walking forward, gesturing to bombs below.  

"This was never my life."

"You two can still walk away from this." Steve said stepping forward.

"Oh, We will." Wanda spoke up, with a sort of babying face.

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