Cutting the strings | A Pietro Maximoff story

Chapter 6

After the meeting at the church, Ultron allowed us to go to the Hotel to pack, we were spending the night there so we would leave in the morning. Ultron explained to us what was going to happen, where we were going, that hit us hard. We had to go back to the base, Strucker's base, the base we had just escaped from. That hurt. Wanda didn't take it that well, she was shouting about it all the way back home to the point where i had to clamp here mouth shut. When we got back to the hotel room Pietro immediately started gathering our stuff and putting into two backpacks. I let go of Wanda and sat on the bed with my head in my hands.

"So, we escape only to go back, that place must have a thing for us." Pietro said with a half smile, trying to lift the tension.

"I'm so sorry for acting strange. I was confused" Wanda mumbled just loud enough so we can hear it. I just laughed and stood off the bed to give her a hug. She wrapped her arms around me and smiles saying "I needed that".

"Save some for me!" Pietro piped up. We all started laughing.

*Time skip to arrival at the compound*

We walked through the halls to the basement of the compound. The journey here was quiet and long, i almost fell asleep on Pietro, and the other way round. We made it after the long journey, and now we are here. Ultron was hovering ahead of us, guiding us to where we were going. Soon enough, we entered the same large room as we did when we found stark and the scepter, the scepter was there again, but this time the room was alive. There was a giant machine in the centre with small robotic arms putting together identical robots about my height. The wires were glowing blue as liquid filled them from there feet to there shoulders until there eyes lit up.

"Thank you for this, now i have everything i need"Ultron told us as he grabbed a chain and hoisted up a large crate.

"What are these?" Wanda asks, Ultron looks at her with a surprised, where we supposed to know?

"These are me" He replied with a smirk.

"All of these, for Tony stark?" I ask slightly worried at the number of robots that are being made.

"There all for the Avengers, Tony Stark isn't the only problem...The Avengers are whats wrong with the world. You...have to look at the bigger picture, you see." Ultron corrects. Pietro glares at him angrily, i look up in confusion. He takes a step closer to Ultron.

"I don't see the big picture...I have a little picture. I take it out and look at it, everyday." He says blankly, gazing at Ultron.

"Pietro...."Wanda puts a hand on his shoulder, stopping him from talking.

"You lost your parents in the bombings. I saw the records."He tells us.

"The records aren't the picture!" He quickly says. "Stop...." Wanda cuts him off.

"No please.....do continue" Ultron states, he seems genuinely interested in the topic.

"We were 10 years old, having dinner with our parents when the first bomb hits. Falling into the floor, our parents go into the hole. I grab her and drag her under the bed, then the second shell hits, but it doesn't go off... so we wait, and on the side was painted one word..."

"Stark" Wanda finishes for him, her eyes glowing a vibrant red."We waited for two days for Tony Stark to kill us. Until these two men came and rescued us."

I stand next to Pietro and put a hand on his shoulder, he gives me a side glance with his now glossy eyes. I can't help but hate the Avengers even more. Seeing the sadness in the twins eyes causes my heart to break. Then the all turned to me, looking at me.