The jet bounced and shook as they made a shaky descent to land about half a mile away from the ships that housed Klaue. For the rest of the flight, they had spent their time discussing how to proceed when they landed.

They had decided that the four Enhanced (along with a few robots for protection) would head to the Churchill, the ship that Klaue was on, and try and persuade him into doing business. If he became aggravated or refused a deal, Ultron would make his 'dramatic entrance', as he called it.

So the four Enhanced trekked across the barren salvage yard towards the ships that rested at its end. Sickly gray clouds stretched across the sky, shielding them from the sun. The murky gray water lay at low-tide, leaving the freight ships sunken in sand on the shore.

As they reached the massive ships, they stayed in the shadows cast by the great beasts, flitting across from ship to ship until they made their way to Klaue's. A few stray workers were outside, but they were easily avoided. They soon reached Klaue's ship. The Churchill, it read in white letters on the side of the ship.

Low-tide provided an entrance to the ship; an open cargo hold door that would've been submerged underwater. They slid through it, sticking to the walls of the ship and staying in the dark.

A set of stairs led up from the cargo hold to the belly of the ship above. They moved carefully, and waited for the signal one of the robots would give. The belly of the ship was lit with floodlights that cast dim yellow-hued light over the ship. The walls were made of thick metal, with crates lining up alongside them. Other boxes carried large pieces of metal and weapons. Catwalks stretches across the ships, and workers rushed to and fro, carrying armloads of missiles, parts, and machinery.

From her spot crouched by the stairs, Ira could see a glass box situated on the wall across from them. Klaue's office. She could see him pacing around on the phone, completely oblivious to their presence. A staircase led up to it, and she nudged the others, pointing this out. They sat in silence, waiting for the signal. And finally, it came.

The lights were cut out suddenly, plunging the ship into darkness. Chaos ensued as workers yelled and fumbled around. Some pulled out flashlights, and the Enhanced were careful to avoid the bright beams as they made their way to the staircase on the other side of the ship.

They crept up slowly, not making a sound. They stopped at the top of the steps, and Ira saw Klaue grab a gun through the glass windows that made up the walls. Pietro saw it too, and rushed into the office. Before Klaue or anyone could say or do anything, Pietro had swiftly taken the gun and line the bullets up in a neat little row on Klaue's desk.

The three girls took this as an opportunity to make themselves known, stepping out of the shadows to stand beside Pietro. "Yeah, the Enhanced. Strucker's prize pupils," Klaue chuckled, realization crossing his features. He had a sort of wild look to him, with unkempt hair and a crazed look in his eye. "Want a candy?" He asked, picking a dish off of his desk and offering it to them while he sat down.

"We don't want your candy," Emilia spat, and Klaue furrowed his eyebrows.

"Such a temper," he said, and Emilia's eyes narrowed.

"I was sorry to hear about Strucker," he continued. "But then, he knew what kind of world he was helping to create. Human life. Not a growth market." Confusion flashed across Ira's face, and she glanced at the others, seeing they, too, didn't know what he was talking about.

"You... You didn't know?" Klaue asked, seeing their confused expressions. "Is this your first time intimidating someone?" He asked patronizingly. "I'm afraid that I'm not that afraid."

"Everybody's afraid of something," Wanda told him.

"Cuttlefish." Klaue announced suddenly, and Ira furrowed her eyebrows slightly. "Deep sea fish," he continued. "They make lights. Disco lights, to hypnotize their prey." He made a motion with his hands while miming the noise they would make. "Whoom, whoom, whoom." Ira decided at this moment that this man was completely and utterly insane. "Then whoom!" He yelled, snapping his fist close and sweeping his hand through the air. "I saw a documentary, it was terrifying."

Just then, Pietro sped past Klaue, causing him to jerk back in fright. He returned to their side with a piece of candy, which he unwrapped and popped in his mouth. "So if you're going to fiddle with my brain," Klaue recovered, "and make me see a giant cuttlefish, then I know you don't do business and I know you're not in charge," he told them as he stood up. "And I only deal with the man in charge."

A smile curved Ira's lips as she saw Ultron through the glass wall, rising up behind Klaue. Suddenly he burst through, sending glass shattering on the floor. He grabbed Klaue roughly and threw him through the office door. "There is no man in charge," he stated, standing over Klaue before leaning down until his face was next to Klaue's. "Let's talk business."

Ultron stood up and walked away. Pietro hoisted Klaue up and dragged him along. The man's eyes glanced nervously around, looking for an escape. Ira lit her hands with pure energy, and Emilia's eyes narrowed, letting him know what would happen if he tried to flee.

They soon reached an alcove trucked away near Klaue's office. Klaue signaled one of his henchman with a quick nod of his head, and the man slid open a heavy metal door. As it opened, a light flickered on to reveal barrels of toxic waste on a shelf. But the man pushed a button, and the shelves began sliding downwards with a grating noise that buzzed inside Ira's skull. Where the barrels once were, now stood gleaming shelves full of tubes of a pure blue metal.

Kalie selected one and held it out to Ultron. "Upon this rock I will build my church," Ultron said as he grabbed the canister and flipped it. "Vibranium." He tossed it to Pietro, who studied it closely. Ira looked over his shoulder, seeing the intricate blue veins running inside the black metal. It seemed to glow with an ethereal light, and it wasn't difficult for her to believe that it was extraordinarily powerful.

"You know, it came at great personal cost," Klaue told Ultron, staring boldly up at the metal man. "It's worth billions." And even with the bold stare, his hand reached up to scratch at his ear, revealing how nervous he was. He knew that Ultron had the power to make the final say, and bargaining wouldn't do much.

"Now so are you," Ultron announced after concentrating for a second as he rewired funds to Klaue. The henchman's phone buzzed, and he showed it to Klaue. Hey gazed down at the tiny screen, eyes wide at the money they had received. "It's under your dummy holdings? Finance is so weird. But as I always say, 'keep your friends rich and your enemies rich and wait to find out which is which.'"

At this Klaue's eyes diverted back to Ultron, realization on his face. "Stark," He said.

"What," the android replied, disinterest layering his voice.

"Tony Stark used to say that. To me. You're one of his," Klaue continued, and Ira's eyes widened. She knew firsthand what happened when you brought up Tony Stark to Ultron, and it wasn't pretty. But before Klaue could realize his mistake, Ultron's red eyes were narrowing and his voice boomed.

"What? I am not," He grabbed Klaue's arm. The henchman brought out his gun, but Wanda was quick to see it, and the brunette forced his hands to drop it with her powers. Her eyes burned red with the effort, but she maintained the position. "I am not. You think I'm one of Stark's puppets, his hollow men? I mean look at me, do I look like Iron Man? Stark is nothing!" He roared, raising his other arm and chopping Klaue's arm clean off at the elbow.

Ira flinched but held her ground as Klaue hobbled back, gasping and staring at the stump where his forearm once was. "I am sorry, ooh," Ultron's apologized, but it rang insincere in Ira's ears. "I'm sure that that's gonna be okay. I'm sorry, it's just I don't understand. Don't compare me with Stark!" He yelled and kicked Klaue in the chin, sending him flying down the stairs. His henchman raced after him.

"It's a thing with me," Ultron continued to no one in particular. "Stark is, he's a sickness," he cried, raising his arm to emphasize his point.

"Aww, junior," a voice echoed, metallic and clear, through the room. Ultron turned, the Enhanced with him, and there he was. Tony Stark, clad in his suit, with the two men Ira now knew to be Thor and Captain America flanking him. "You're gonna break your old man's heart."

"If I have to," Ultron replied.

"Nobody has to break anything," Thor said, gripping his hammer tightly. They stride forward, until the two sides met on a catwalk. Avengers versus Enhanced. Evil versus good.

"Clearly, you've never made an omelet," Ultron deadpanned, and Stark turned to look at his teammate.

"He beat me by one second," he told him, then turned back to face them. With that one simple statement, Ira realized just how similar Ultron and Stark were.

"Ahh, this is funny, Mr. Stark." Pietro told him, stepping forward. "It's what, comfortable? Like old times?" His gaze was directed towards a crate of missiles that lay underneath them.

"This was never my life," Stark swore softly, always desperate to prove himself.

"You four can still walk away from this," Captain America told them.

"Oh, we will," Wanda assured him.

"You, not so much," Emilia added, hazel eyes flashing.

"I know you've suffered-" he continued, but Ira cut him off.

"That's what you think that was?" Ira asked, stepping forward to face them. "Suffering? Suffering was being experimented on and locked in a cage for seven years. But seeing your family members, you loved ones, killed right in front of you, while you're powerless to stop it? That's torture," she spat. "And you're the cause of it."

His face changed, looking slightly stricken, and Ira felt no small amount of satisfaction at this. "Ugh. Captain America. God's righteous man," Ultron laughed, and the blonde man's face grew more distressed, but it was barely noticeable. disgusted. "Pretending you could live without a war. I can't physically throw up in my mouth, but-"

He was interrupted by Thor. "If you believe in peace, then let us keep it," Thor asked, and Ira's blue eyes narrowed. Peace? That was never what the Avengers had brought to the world. All they had brought was death and destruction.

"I think you're confusing peace with quiet," Ultron supplied.

"Uh-huh. What's the vibranium for?" Stark asked.

"I'm glad you asked that, because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan," Ultron said with a flourish of his metal hand. In a split second, before Ira could even process it, he was using that same hand to pull power from Stark's arc reactor, dragging him forward in the process. As he did that, two robots flew down to deal with Thor and Captain America, while Ultron blasted the stolen power back at Stark, sending him crashing into the wall.

Ultron and Stark both flew into the air, colliding and grappling with each other as they spun through the air. Thor and Captain America had destroyed the first two bots that faced them, but now it was the Enhanced's turn.

Pietro sped forward, crashing into Thor and pushing him to the ground. Captain America advanced on Wanda, but she blasted him back. He fell down and started to stand, but Ira blasted him down again.

Stark and Ultron were still battling overhead while Ira used her powers to hurl a sphere of energy at Thor. He deflected it with his hammer, so she threw blasts of energy at him with ferocity. He deflected most of them, but two struck him squarely in the chest, sending him tumbling backwards.

As she stood in the walkway, hands glowing blue with energy, men came pouring out into the ship, guns drawn and shouting. They must be Klaue's henchmen, she realized, and as they started shooting at her, Ira quickly decided that they weren't on Ultron's side.

She formed a shield of energy, deflecting the bullets. She then hurled energy at them, knocking them down. She whirled around, firing blast after blast at the men that ran towards her. Up on another catwalk, Ira noticed a man firing arrows at the henchmen down below. She threw a sphere of energy at him, and he fell back onto the catwalk.

As she turned she saw Emilia standing the center of droves of henchmen. She was about to go help, but stopped when screams broke through the air. Emilia stood in a circle of men writhing on the ground in pain, clutching their heads and screaming. And the worst part was that she was smiling. Grinning as the men suffered around her. A bride chill shuddered through her body, and she turned away.

She saw Pietro knocked down in a pile of crates, Captain America standing over him. "Stay down, kid," he was saying. Ira sent a blast at him from the other side of the ship and struck him to the floor. Pietro stood up and sent a grateful glance her way before speeding off.

Ira made her way to Wanda across the ship. The brunette was breathing heavily, and sweat glistened on her forehead, but she still nodded when a bot told her, "It's time for some mind games."

Wanda turned to Ira, and she nodded, a wordless agreement passing between the two. They snuck through a passage, Ira glancing warily around, ready for an attack should one come. The passage opened up, and Thor passed by them. As he was walking Wanda crept near him, red energy swirling and curling through her fingers. She sent a stream of the energy into his head before retreating.

They crept back through the passage and came upon Captain America. Pietro sped into him, knocking him into a wall. He fell to the ground, and Wanda used her powers to bend his mind like she had done to Thor. He grimaced as the energy entered him. Ira turned, noticing Pietro's slightly taunting expression he sent the fallen man's way, before speeding off.

They made their way through the ship, taking down henchman after henchman as they warped the minds of the Avengers. They worked in beautiful tandem; Pietro and Ira attacking the henchmen and protecting Wanda while she messed with their minds. And eventually, Ira had to admit that she enjoyed it. Using her powers freely and destroying those that she hated. And soon the horror that she had felt after seeing Emilia torturing the men faded to the back of her mind.

As they neared the last Avenger, a man with sandy brown hair and a bow and arrows, Wanda readied herself, allowing energy to pool into her hands. They crept up to the catwalk the man was on, Pietro and Ira staying back as Wanda advanced forwards.

The man's back was turned, but just before Wanda was about to use her powers, he spun around, placing an electrified arrow on her forehead. She shuddered, her eyes wide as spasm shook her body. "I've done the whole mind control thing," he told her, "Not a fan." Pietro ran up just in time to catch her and speed her out, while Ira blasted the man with energy, pushing him through a glass plate before following the twins.

She signaled Emilia on the way, and the hazel-eyed girl stepped out from a circle of unconsciously men, victims of her ruthless powers. Together they made their way out of the ship, using the same way they had come in. They found Pietro standing next to Wanda who was gasping, her hands on her knees.

"It hurts," Wanda cried, and Ira rushed forward, placing a hand on the brunette's shoulder. She closed her eyes, and energy flowed from her into Wanda, easing the pain. Wanda smiled gratefully, while Pietro growled. "I'm gonna kill him," he muttered. "Be right back." He turned to speed off, with Emilia right behind him, but Wanda stopped him.

"I'm alright," she assured him. "I want to finish the plan. I want the big one." They looked towards the Avengers' Quinjet on the ground about fifty yards away. In that Quinjet stood Bruce Banner, a brilliant scientist with a powerful alter ego. Which was something that they were going to exploit.

Pietro scooped up Wanda and carried her to the jet, dropping her off a few feet in front of the man, but still where he couldn't see her. She darted out, flicking a stream of crimson energy at him. It struck him, and a Pietro sped Wanda back to Ira and Emilia.

They watched, hidden and transfixed, as the man stumbled around outside, veins in his neck turning green before he began to grow. He grew in height and muscle, his shirt ripping and falling off his body as his muscles expanded, the skin an olive green. Soon, in the place of Bruce Banner stood the Hulk, a giant green beast of fury and power. The Hulk turned, running off towards the direction of the city, and Wanda smiled.

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A bot flew out to meet them as they were making their way back to the ship. "The plan went beautifully," It told them, Ultron's voice ringing through the bot's mouth. "My body has been destroyed so we must go back to the base. But then," the bot's eyes glinted a wicked red. "It's on to Seoul for the next step in our plan."

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I'm not in love with this chapter, but it's staying for now. I might edit it later.

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