"I still can't believe Fury's not dead."

"I know it's a lot to stomach, Nat. People coming back from the dead is quite out of the ordinary."

"Actually, it's the contrary. I half expected him to do something spontaneous like that, but I started to give up hope after a year." Natasha spoke as she lead Steve down the stairs to the Barton family's basement.

"Well, looks like we have jobs again."

"It seems so." The two of them stopped in front of a room with glass windows. Steve peered inside and saw his girlfriend (he was still getting used to calling Allison that) and Clint fighting. The fight seemed close; both of them were putting up pretty tough fronts. When Barton held her in a headlock, Allison kicked his shins, making him collapse and she spun around and pinned him to the ground.

"Dead." She said before standing up and holding out her hand to him. "The trick worked, you were right."

"Yeah, I didn't expect that to hurt as much as it did." Clint rubbed his shoulder, giving her a small smile.

"And the student becomes the teacher. What a day." Natasha opened the door and walked in, giving Ally a high five.

"It's not my first time beating him in a spar." She smirked.

"Don't get too arrogant, Lane." Barton spoke up.

"How's your shoulder?" He shut his mouth.

"You've improved a lot since I last saw you fight, Ally."

"I've been practicing on genetically enhanced people like myself." She responded. "Wanda took quite the beating from me."

"You're a lot stronger now that you've embraced your abilities." Natasha smiled.

"I'm glad." She replied, turning to Steve. "And what brings you to the Barton family training center?"

"I wanted to see what the racket was coming from down here." He stated.

"Ah, the sound of Clint hitting the wall?" She smirked once again.

"Exactly that sound." He grinned.

"Steve, I know you're her boyfriend, but you don't have to inflate her ego that much." Clint scolded his friend.

"I'll be sure to keep her humble." Steve responded, sliding off his jacket. "Lane. Let's fight."

"Now?" She was slightly startled by his words.

"Yeah, right now." He smirked. "Don't worry, I won't go easy on you just because we're a thing."

"Good. I'd hate to beat you by a large margin."

"And we'll be upstairs. If I find you two canoodling down here, I swear to God-"

Natasha dragged Clint out of the room, successfully cutting him off. Allison took a quick sip of water before getting back on her feet, removing her sweaty tank top, leaving her in spandex shorts and a sports bra.

"If you think I'm going to be distracted by you, then you're wrong." Steve threw a punch, which she swiftly dodged. Allison ducked and tried to punch his gut, but he blocked her. She blocked one of Steve's punches and just like that, the two began to move in synchronisation, as if they were dancing, rather fighting.

"You're good." She breathlessly spoke.

"You're good too." He responded before running to her. She stepped out of the way and elbowed his back, knocking him to his knees. She placed an arm at his neck and pulled him up to his feet.

"Dead." She whispered in his ear.

"Not yet." He grabbed her arm and spun around, flipping her over to the ground. He placed his arm to her neck before stating, "Now, dead."

"Smooth, but not yet." She smirked before wrapping her legs around his waist and twisting his arm, reversing their positions. "Dead for real."

"I wouldn't be so sure-" Allison placed her lips onto his before he could finish his sentence. His hands wandered down to her hips, finding a comfortable spot on her bare skin. Her hands were entangled in his hair, pulling occasionally as she deepened the kiss.

"Fury wants to- oh, am I interrupting something?" The couple broke apart at the sound of Tony Stark opening the door to the training room. "Ah, you've been an official thing for barely 6 hours and you're already doing it? Damn."

"Tony, shut up." She rolled off of Steve, standing up. "What does Fury want?"

"He wants us to meet upstairs for a nice PG family dinner now." Tony winked and sprinted up the stairs.

"I swear, he's secretly 12." Steve sighed as he stood up and slipped on his jacket.

"Wouldn't be surprised." The two walked up together. As soon as they arrived, Allison was whisked away by Laura, who needed help organising food.

"Director Fury. You wanted to see us?" Steve walked up to the recently resurrected man.

"Yeah. We need to figure out what to do with Ultron once and for all." He announced to the rest of the team, who was dispersed within the Barton family kitchen. "This robot took you guys out of play to buy himself time. My contacts all say he's building something. With the amount of vibranium he made off with, I don't think it's just one thing."

"What about Ultron himself?" Steve asked, leaning against the doorframe. "

"He's easy to track, he's leaving his marks everywhere." Tony pitched in. "He's still going after launch codes, but he's not making any headway."

"I contacted our friends at Nexus. They say he's fixated on missiles, but the codes are constantly being changed." Fury stated.

"By who?" Tony asked.

"The party's unknown." The former director responded.

"We have an ally?" Allison stated from the kitchen.

"No, Ultron's got himself an enemy. Not quite the same thing." Fury sat down. "I'd pay folding money to know who it is."

"We might need to visit Oslo." Bruce spoke. "Tony and I could probably find our unknown."

"Well, this was a good chat, boss, but when I saw you I was kind of hoping you'd have more than that." Natasha gave him a small smile.

"Yeah, I have you." He gestured to the team. "Back in the day, I had eyes everywhere, ears everywhere else, and you kids had all the tech you could dream of. But here we all are, back on Earth with nothing but our wit and our will to save the world. Ultron says the Avengers are the only thing between him and his mission, and whether or not he admits it, his mission is global destruction. We need to stand. Outwit the platinum bastard."

"Steve doesn't like that kind of talk." Natasha smirked.

"You know what, Romanoff?" He held back a smile.

"Dinner's ready. Steve, grab the other plates for me, will you?" Allison placed a tray of chicken wings on the table, and he obliged.

"So, do we know what he wants?" Fury asked, grabbing a chicken wing.

"To become better." Bruce replied. "Better than us. He keeps building bodies."

"He keeps coming back to people bodies. Why is that?" Tony thought out loud.

"He wants the human race to evolve. They don't need to be protected, they need to be prepared." Allison stated.

"Ultron's going to evolve." Bruce finished.

"How?" Fury asked again.

Everyone sat down at the table before Bruce asked, "Has anyone been in contact with Helen Cho recently?"

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IT'S BEEN REALLY LONG IM SORRY BUT YAY IM GONNA GET BACK IN THE WRITING GRIND NOW