Chapter 8

DICAIMER: I DON'T OWN MARVEL, SONY OR ANY OF THAT.

There was a rush of activity as everyone ran to arm themselves. I looked around at the team of superhero's and smiled to myself. These people, while legends to the outer world, were people to me. Incredible people, yes, but people, and that made them even better to me.

I shook myself out of my reverie and jumped into action. Pulling my pistols, I checked that the barrels were clean, made sure the firing mechanism was working fine and checking that the sights hadn't shifted. All was in good working order, as always. Say what you want about HYDRA scientists, they knew how to build good guns.

Drawing the twin knives from my sleeves, I checked those two. Made of the same alloy as Iron Man's suit, titanium gold alloy, they never rusted but the edges required daily maintenance to keep an acceptable edge.

Wanda walked up to me while I was doing this. "So, you are the infamous HYDRA assassin. Strucker wanted me and Pietro to be his version of you. Why are you fighting Ultron?"

I looked at the telepath. "You've been in my head, you know why I must stop him."

She tilted her head to the side slightly, her hair dangling appealingly. Wait, what? Where the hell did that come from. "Peter, I only knocked you back into control. I didn't stay around for a general scan."

She seemed a little surprised that I though she would scan me fully, though I have no idea why; telepaths do that all the time. A thought occurred to me, then. "Hey, Wanda, could you sharpen my knives?"

She looked at me, perplexed. "Where the hell did that come from? But yes, pass them here." I handed my knives over, hilt first, while I pondered her question. Why had I asked that? Then the answer hit me; I wanted the conversation to be back on what I was comfortable with and away from what she had seen in my mind.

I was so engrossed in thought, Wanda had to poke me to regain my attention. "Here you go, two freshly sharpened knives, ready for gutting Ultron." I smiled at her, opening my mouth to say something else.

But Steve cut over me. "Come on you two, on the jet. Wheels up in two minutes, lets go." I sheathed the blades and strode over to the jet, knowing now that things were getting serious.

The jet flight was as boring as they always were; no one ever wants to make idle chit chat when their flying into a battle. It just wasn't how things were done.

Eventually, however, we made it to Sokovia and landed the jet in an out of the way forest. From there, Tony flew on ahead to recon and distract Ultron while we tried to get as many people as far away from the city as we could. I spent the whole time swinging around on webs warning people to get out, while Wanda moved entire swathes of the city with her mind. Eventually, we had the battleground clear of Civilians and the Iron Legion where keeping the people at bay. This was all shaping up to be a large-scale battle.

Starks voice came over the coms. "I'm about to make contact, be warned; there is large, vibranium based thing under the city, FRIDAY can't figure out what its supposed to be." I began to move towards the city centre, as did the others to back up Tony, when the entire floor jumped under me. Around me, buildings started to come down, rubble cascading to the floor.

"What the hell is happening?" I yelled through the coms, wondering if the machine Ultron had built was an earthquake generator.

There was radio silence for a while, until Tony broke it with his usual aplomb. "Shit." I agreed, seen as the entire city seemed to be crumbling into nothing, but I still didn't know what the hell was going on, until he elaborated. "Ultron has turned the whole city into a meteor. We're going for a ride. Get to the church, now!"

I began to run, dodging falling blocks of stone, to try and reach Tony, hoping Ultron wouldn't rip his head off before someone could get there. Though, a treacherous voice asked, if we arrive, could Ultron make me kill him? I decided to avoid that thought and pulled myself into the air on my webslingers.

I wasn't first at the church, but I was father ahead than most. Thor was blasting lightning at the bots while Vision just ripped them to shreds like butter. For a moment, I felt relief. We had the strongest people on the planet right here, fighting this thing. There was no way he could win. We pushed Ultron back, away from the church, and had gained ourselves a brief respite, so I decided I would bite. "What's Ultron's plan here? Why are we on a massive, flying city?"

Iron man responded through the comms. "He's using the city as a meteorite to whip out all human life. As to why? I have no idea, he is just crazy. Don't let him touch the centre of the church, he gets a hand on it and we all die." He sounded serious, so I didn't ask why.

Stark, Thor and Vision were all in front of the church, facing what seemed to be the main bot. I heard Tony, all swagger, start taunting Ultron. "Is that all you've got?" I exchanged a glance with Wanda, knowing that what he shown here was only a taste of what Ultron had built for himself.

As I had known would happen, a large trample of footprints started to move towards the church; towards the death device. "This is all I have, Stark. Let's see if you are a match for it!" I heard Ultron cry back at the three-up front.

From there on out, it was chaos. I shot, stabbed and knocked the bots back, using my webs to tie them down, but against so many I was pretty ineffective. When compared to the heavy hitters like Thor, the Hulk and Wanda, I was a hand-gun in a battle on tanks.

But, despite all that, I still made a dent in the enemy, taking as many down as I could. My speed and ability to traverse the room quickly to take down the large bots seemed to be helping the Avengers, but we still didn't have a way of bringing the city down slow. Instead, we just kept climbing and climbing, higher and higher, the blast radius of the impact increasing more and more each second.

A worrying thought came to me then. "How high do we have to go before oxygen becomes an issue?" It may not faze Stark and Thor, but those who weren't gods or men in self-sustaining suits.

It was Steve who answered. "If we're that high, the point becomes moot. He would have already dropped the city and wiped out all life by then." I filled the information away, knowing that would be important.

Tony was flying around the city, now, nowhere to be seen, but still doing his part. His voice came over the radio, and my heart sored. "I think I have something." Yet it plummeted at his next words. "Not a way to bring the city down, but a way to blow it before it gets too high."

Rogers was already refusing though. "Not while a single civilian is left on this rock. No way."

I admired his steadfast nature, but it really wasn't practical. "Um, Captain, that really isn't logical. All the people up here, vs all the people down here? There's no math there."

Romanoff agreed. "The kids right Steve. I'm sorry, but I think that may be our only option." Steve began to say something when a new voice came over the comms.

"I really hope you haven't made any hasty decisions about blowing that rock. Why, then I'd have come all this way for nothing." A massive whoosh was sounding from the edge of the city. I turned to look as a the helicarrier came up.

Cap responded very eloquently. "Fury, you son of a bitch." It was barley audible, but Stark's mikes picked up anyway.

You could hear the smirk in the billionaire's tone as he responded. "You kiss your mouth?" I had a feeling there was a joke here that I was missing, but another wave of Ultron bots came towards the church. They had stopped trying to kill us and were more intent on hitting the centre pillar of metal.

"What happens when if they touch the centre?" I asked, no longer wanting to be kept in suspense by the others.

Tony's voice came over the link, more sombre than I had ever heard it, a complete contrast to how he had sounded talking to Steve. "The thrusters reverse, and the city comes down." There was radio silence following that.

Then Fury had had enough of our silence. "Yeah, the city comes down. That's inevitable, and when it does, Stark, you're going to blow it to hell. But, if we get the people on the carrier, that won't be such an issue." I turned and sank my knife into another bot's neck, severing the control to the rest of the body.

Wanda spoke up then. "I will protect the centre, you lot get the people to safety." I nodded to her, then webbed off, looking for civilians.

A couple of bots followed me, but I brought them down with some well-placed bullets. Then, just as I felt things were looking up, disaster struck again. A couple of kids, they couldn't be more than ten years old, were in the path of a bot. It took one look at them, then prepared to blast with its hand cannon. Knowing it was going to hurt, I stopped swinging and used the web that should have kept me in the air to pull the bot away from the kids. The web was cut from my shooters, as it is when I reach the apex of the curve, and I didn't have time to shoot another line; instead going head over heels across the ground.

The bot that had tried to kill the kids started to run towards me, shouting out the control words. Ignoring the screaming pain in my head, I threw my knives, one after the other, then followed them up with several bullets. The bot fell, quiet, as the kids started to shout at me. "Человек-паук! Человек-паук! Человек-паук!" Over and over again. My Russian let me know they were shouting 'Spiderman' at me, which, after the tumble I had taken was confusing the hell out of me.

However, I now knew which language to speak. In Russian, I asked them to come with me, before leading them to the drop off point.

After loading them onto a transport, I looked around for someone else. A small boy was huddled under a sign, crying to himself. I saw Hawkeye looking at him, then began to run. Whatever else happened, Clint wasn't enhanced; he was just a regular guy. Someone with skills, but not enhanced.

I was right to stop him from going for the child. A Quinjet flew overhead, its minigun already spinning into firing speed. Cursing viciously, I webbed the child to me, then turned to cover him with my body. There I stood, waiting for pain that didn't come. A whoosh later, and I could hear the gun slow down, go back to idle rather than firing. I dared to take a look and smiled at the sight. An Ultron bot had an arrow embedded deep in its forehead, curtesy of the archer.

I turned and smiled at him, making for the carrier with the boy's arms around my neck. A mother crying out, and the child was reaching for him, so I took him to her. She smiled in gratitude, then in broken English she thanked me. "Thank you, Spiderman." I smiled at her, then walked over to Hawkeye, who was stood, bow still in hand.

"Thanks for the assist, man." The older man looked down at me and smiled to himself.

"Just glad I was there Peter, so you didn't need to do that. It was brave, though, very brave." A blur of sliver arrived, announcing Pietro's entrance.

He smiled down at me. "Well done, Mr. Spiderman." He reached over and ruffled my hair. I scowled at him and batted his hand away.

Deciding I couldn't let such an insult lie. "Well, Mr. Silver, why don't we remember how things went last time we fought. Maybe then you will realise you shouldn't ruffle a man's hair."

I turned away from him, feigning anger. He chuckled, then shot off, reappearing a moment later, this time carrying Wanda. She smirked at me. "I hear you are quite the hero, Spiderman."

I scowled at her now, and began to respond, but suddenly the floating island fell away below us. Wanda cried out with the suddenness, while Pietro just cursed. "It was all going so well." He muttered to himself. The carrier piolets, obviously knowing that there was no more he could do, flew us back to the Helicarrier, straight back into the large hangers designed to accommodate them.

A boom shook the world as lightning shot down to the floating city. A voice behind me, a British voice, roused me from my wonder at the sight. "You know, I do believe Thor could have ripped the island to pieces by himself." The android was looking at the arcing volts with wonder on his face.

I smiled at the new life form. "Maybe, but I don't think he would have done it with anyone still on it."

The red man looked down at me. Why was everyone so damned tall, I was sick of it. "Yes, I suppose so. He is rather noble."

The twins and Hawkeye nodded, before the world was shrouded in darkness, then artificial light. Several men began unloading people off of the transports, while me and the others stood there, looking around at the hanger.

You could hear the smile in Pietro's voice when he spoke. "You know, I think I many have said this, but if this is S.H.I.E.L.D, I don't think it's too bad."

A/N: Hello Again! I am back writing Marvel! YAY! Review with idea's and such, can't wait to get some feedback! PS: OVER 100 FOLLOWS! I LOVE IT