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After saying their goodbyes to Wanda, Five and Pietro found themselves in front of the lifeboats, ushering civilian's inside. It was a pretty easy job, just get them inside and it'd be okay.

Meanwhile, Natasha and Clint were in a car they had found, one of the few that weren't destroyed or damaged. They were driving towards the lifeboats where Pietro and Five were stationed.

Breaking the silence between the two friends, Clint said, "I know what I need to do. The dining room!" He said, as if it were completely obvious. "If I knock out that east wall, it'll make a nice workspace for Laura, huh? Put up some baffling, she can't hear the kids running around. What do you think?" He asked his redhead friend.

She glanced at him before saying, "You guys always I meant in the kitchen anyway."

Clint let out a scoff. "No one eats in a dining room." There was a small bout of silence before they arrived at the lifeboats, and their eyes were drawn to the experiments who were gazing around looking for anymore civilians.
"We don't have a lot of time." Clint stated, a short sigh escaping his mouth. He turned his state to his long-time partner.

"So get your ass in a boat." She commanded him before she ran off through the rubble. Not having much difficulty finding Bruce in his Hulk form due to how loud and destructive he was.

"Hey, big guy." She said, walking towards him with her small hand raised in his direction. "The sun's getting real low." She continued the lullaby, knowing she needed to get onto a lifeboat with Clint before they blew up the floating city. She sent the large green man a nod.

Meanwhile, Tony said through the comms, "Thor, I'm gonna need you back in the church."

The God nodded, though Tony couldn't see him. "Is this the last of them?" He questioned, referring to the civilians on the lifeboats and the few stragglers climbing on.

"Yeah," Steve confirmed with a hand raised to his ear. "Everyone else is on the carrier." He glanced at Clint who made his way towards some ruins, but didn't pay much attention.

"You know, if this works, maybe we don't walk away." Tony warned, even though everybody on the team knew of the risks they were taking by including themselves in the battle.

"Maybe not." Thor acknowledges, and the faint ringing of bullets pierces the air.

A jet soars through the sky, shooting a storm of bullets towards Natasha and the Hulk, making her immediately duck to the ground. The Hulk roars loudly, flinging his arm back in a fit of rage, but the jet just moves on.

Ultron sits in the pilot seat, his metal hands ready to fire the guns once again. He glanced back, his beady red eyes just about catching the green being before he turns his attention back to the front.
"I got no strings, so I have fun. I'm not tied up to anyone."

The metal being soon arrives where the lifeboats are stationed, and gets ready to fire his guns. The array of bullets are firstly aimed at Thor, and as the dust rises in the air, Thor and Steve are no longer visible.

Clint could feel his breath hitch in his throat, watching as the guns are soon aimed in his direction. Holding onto the young boy, Costel, tightly, he turns around and hopes with all he has that the boy will be okay.

But Clint didn't know about the two pairs of eyes on him.

Five and Pietro were both watching as he turned, ready to take the bullets and die a hero. And Pietro knows what he has to do. Of course, that would mean he would be losing his sister - well, she would be losing him, but Clint was a good man. A good man with a family.

It would also mean breaking his promise to Five, and as much as he didn't want to do that, he knew he couldn't let this man die. He was a protector, and Pietro was too. He had always tried his best to protect Wanda, and recently, Five, too.

But if he didn't protect Clint, how would he ever be a good protector for Wanda and Five? They could never believe in him, find safety in his prescience because even with his speed, he hadn't protected a good man.

If Clint died in this moment, a wife would become a widow.

Three children would lose their father, one of which would never even meet him.

He couldn't let that happen, especially when he knew exactly how that felt.

So, as Five turned her eyes from Clint and the child, to Pietro. She couldn't help the despair that ripped through her entire being as she watched him take a stance for running.

"Pietro! Don't!" She screamed, her throat burning from the thinning air and all the dust surrounding her. In a blink of an eye, he was gone, but her legs were already moving quickly.

It was like she was stuck in an extremely long tunnel, running but not going anywhere. The gunshots soon faded, and a car with gaping holes stood in front of Clint Barton, not even a bullet hitting him.

As he looked up, the dust beginning to settle, his heart fell to his stomach.

There he stood, the real hero of this battle. Pietro Maximoff. Gaping wounds were scattered all over his body, his shirt ripped and soaked with his own blood. With a faint smirk, the man said, "You didn't see that coming."

He fell, and fell, and fell. And with a thump, his body hit the ground.

And they screamed, they screamed so loud that it could've burst eardrums. They screamed as somebody they loved fell to the ground with death coming to collect.

They screamed as blue eyes stared out, nothing being seen and their screams not being heard. They screamed as their bodies set on fire, loss dominating their minds and numbing them to anything else going on around them.

They screamed as they fell to their knees, power surging out of them as if they were connected, as if they were one mind doing the same thing.

They screamed until their screams turned to harsh sobs, tears falling from their eyes and burning trails down their dirty cheeks.

And as their minds seemed to separate from one another, the ginger scrambled on the ground, towards the man who just sacrificed himself for another.

And as their screams still echoed around the desolate city, a whisper fell onto deaf ears, no more words being spoken as there were no more to speak. A single plea just floating in the air.

"Please don't leave," was whispered, pale and small hands gripping at the man's limp arms.

Steve darted over, seeing the ginger crouched over his limp body, begging and crying. The boy was placed on the ground, and Clint joined her hovering over Pietro's body.

Clint looked up at Steve, his face saying more than any words could in that moment. But Five's begging and crying had stopped. Her head fell against her chest, hanging weakly.

A shaky pale hand reached out to his head, brushing his white hair back from his forehead. The last remnants of life leaving the man as his warmth slowly started to fade.

The battle that had once seemed relatively okay, suddenly became all too overwhelming, as all thoughts and attempts of control ceased.

So, her eyes turned a glowing white and the two superheroes were left to figure out how to fix her as every time they tried to take her away from the man, her hands seemed to glow fiercely and they felt a strong burning sensation fill them until they were forced to retreat.

This power was too strong to control, and eventually, they'd be glad it was.