Rey had the best life in the first five years of her life, but that was until HYDRA killed her mother and kidnapped her. She was their youngest asset she was trained to be a weapon. After her training was complete she was put under cryosleep and aft...
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Rey sat at the dining table sipping on the orange lemonade Laura made. The sun had set and everyone was now inside discussing the strategy to take down Ultron. "Ultron took you folks out of play to buy himself time. My contacts all say he's building something." Nick said as Lila ran over to Natasha giving her the drawing she made for her aunt "The amount of Vibranium he made off with, I don't think it's just one thing."
"What about Ultron himself?" Steve asked Rey looked over at him and saw him leaning on the entranceway to the kitchen.
"Oh, he's easy to track, he's everywhere. Guy's multiplying faster than a Catholic rabbit." Fury said putting his glass of orange lemonade on the table "Still doesn't help us get an angle on any of his plans though." he said in disappointment.
"He still going after launch codes?" Tony asked as he threw darts at the dart board.
"Yes, he is, but he's not making any headway." Nick said.
"I cracked the Pentagon's firewall in high school on a dare." Tony bragged. Rey rolled her eyes.
"I've done more at fourteen than you have done in fifty." Rey said.
"I'm 45. Thank you very much." Tony defended dusting his shoulders with a smirk.
"Yet you look like a fifty-year-old — I'm 43 and I look like a fourteen-year-old." Rey said flipping her head over her shoulder.
"I contacted our friends at the Nexus about that." Fury said.
"Nexus?" Steve asked confused.
"It's the world internet hub in Oslo, every byte of data flows through there, fastest access on earth." Bruce explained.
"So what'd they say?" Clint asked examining the darts in his hand.
"He's fixated on the missiles, but the codes are constantly being changed." Nick said.
"By whom?" Tony asked just as Clint's darts washed past his face on the dartboard right in the centre. Tony glared at Clint who shrugged innocently.
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