Clint made them grab some McDonalds on the way, and he tore into the Big Mac like a fish out of water.

"Greasy, fattening fast food, how I have missed you. No pumpkin juice in sight, no scones. Good old fashioned fast food," he crooned dramatically around a mouthful of the hamburger. Harri sent him a disgusted glance before striding toward the alleyway.

"Ready?" she asked the other two before opening a portal to Fortingall Yew tree, what google had said was the oldest tree in Britain.

After stepping through the portal, Bruce turned to Harri, "Why didn't we go earlier? Why did we wait until the end of the school year?"

Harri blushed as she thought about it, "Uhm, because I was only thinking of normal wizard travel methods, and that we would be caught?"

Clint rolled his eyes, "What're we supposed to do if he stopped monitoring the place because it's been so long?"

Harri shrugged, "Let's at least look around before scolding me!"

The trio looked around the area, but Dumbledore's particular style and long beard were missing.

An old man was sitting on a bench nearby feeding some birds. He seemed like a normal old man until he stood up.

"And there he is," Clint said as Harri's mouth dropped.

"I have been waiting for you three for some time now," Dumbledore said amiably as he walked over to them, wearing fluorescent orange track pants with a deep red Christmas sweater with his glittery high heels. His beard had been trimmed to where it didn't even reach his chest. He looked nothing like the wizard version of himself, but he certainly did look like he had some form of color blindness or dementia.

"Professor, uhm, what are you wearing?" Harri asked.

"Oh don't call me professor anymore, just grandfather will do. Do you like my new clothes? I visited the amazing muggle store of Goodwill. Fine fashion throughout," Dumbledore grinned as he gave a bit of a twirl in his outfit.

Bruce stifled a grin behind his hand while Clint gave a slow clap.

"Uhm yeah, it's wonderful," Harri finally choked out. She refused to look at either of the other two because she was certain they'd all burst out laughing.

"Now, enough about my fashion choices. We have business to attend to, such as getting lunch!" Dumbledore said. "There's a nice little tea shop down the road."

The four piled into a small brick establishment down the road. Their waitress turned up her nose at their outfits, but at least allowed them to go in. Harri suspected she regretted that decision as Clint repeatedly knocked over cups and loudly sat the fine China down in the saucer.

"Just a bit of privacy now," Dumbledore said once they had been served as his hand tucked in his sleeve a bit. A subtle wave later and a slight buzzing filled Harri's ears.

Dumbledore gave them a recap of what he knew so far about Horcruxes and their possible locations. He set them on the task of finding and destroying them while reassuring them that he would also be searching before popping out of existence.

"Don't forget to call me grandfather from now on," he twinkled at them before dissaparating.

Clint cursed and knocked over an entire teapot that crashed to the floor in a shower of glass at Dumbleodre's sudden departure.

The waitress came over, scowling. Bruce tossed some money on the counter while Harri shuffled Clint out of the nice establishment, apologizing all the while.

"OK, well we need to establish a home base if we're going to spend the next several months looking for magical objects and destroying them," Harri said out on the streets.

"You know, we can't go back to Stark Tower," Bruce said, brown eyes miserable.

Harri and Clint both frowned back.

"Why not?" Clint asked.

"You have both seen how Tony has reacted around magic. On the off chance that wizards manage to find us and attack us at the Tower, they would kill him," Bruce explained.

Even though it bothered all of them to be unable to return to the place that had become their home, they all agreed he was right.

"So now what? We just stay in hotels for months? Buy a budget van and drive that around? We need somewhere safe and private where we can plan. Plus a place with enough room to destroy these things. A no-tell motel doesn't really fit the bill," Harri kicked at a rock on the sidewalk, annoyed she couldn't return home again.

Clint had been quiet during the entire conversation. When Harri looked at him, he looked conflicted with himself, chewing on his lip in thought. He frowned at her when he caught her raised eyebrow.

"Fine, I kind of have a place we could use, but I hate going there," he mumbled, tucking his chin into his chest and crossing his arms over his chest.

Harri and Bruce shared a look, Harri's eyebrows still raised.

"OK, fine, I kind of own a farm in Western Maryland," Clint blurted out.

"What?" Bruce asked.

"What is a Western Maryland?" Harri asked.

Bruce rolled his eyes, "We really need to work on your American geography skills."

"Maryland is a state on the east coast, a few states below New York. But the place is a wreck, no one has been there in nearly twenty years. With my brother dead, I inherited it when my drunk of a dad died, but I definitely haven't been back since. Then, I inherited some more land when my uncle died, and then an older couple offered me a hundred acres that surrounded my family's twenty acres, so I bought them cheap too," Clint muttered, still pouting.

Harri leaned against a brick building as she tried to do the math, "So you own 120 acres of farmland?"

Clint shrugged, "I'd say a lot of it is more mountain woods. You'll see if we go there."

"Does anyone know about it?" Bruce asked.

"Nah, never shared where I was from clear back from my circus days. Fury worked it out so nothing was ever put into my legal documents. As far as the world knows, some developer owns the land and may one day build houses out there," Clint said.

So Harri opened a portal into Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, because they wanted to be careful not to go directly to the farm. Then Bruce rented a car under a fake name, even though Clint ended up driving them.

An hour and a half into the drive, Bruce was stretched out across the backseat, deep in sleep, as Harri sat curled up in the front seat, half asleep herself, until Clint started to talk.

"Like I said, I haven't been back since my brother and I ran away. The farmhouse is probably falling apart. And the land itself was a mess. Over farmed and used, just rocks and bad soil," Clint shook his head as his fingers tapped against the steering wheel.

Harri didn't miss the way his hands were tight around the steering wheel or a nerve in his forehead jumped from the tightness of his clenched jaw.

She reached a hand out on his arm, "Thanks for being willing to do this."

He sighed and a bit of tenseness seemed to bleed out, "It's just, my dad wasn't a nice man. I never really wanted to go back, but I also couldn't just let the land go. It was the only connection I have left to my entire family."

"My guardians weren't nice either," Harri said quietly.

He shot her a look out of the corner of his eye, "Wanna talk about it?"

"Do you?" she retorted.

They were silent for a few miles.

"I can't eat sliced bread," Clint announced.

"Why?" she asked.

Clint seemed to be miles away even as an ungly scowl spread across his face, "He used to eat an entire loaf while he was drinking. When he finished the bottle and the bread, he'd go looking for a fight. Used to get in my face, spitting and yelling at me with his breath stinking of cheap liquor and stale bread. My hair was longer than, long enough that he'd grab it and shake me anyway he wanted."

"My uncle likes to drink Bourbon. Made his face turn a ruddy purple. He only got darker when he was yelling at me. I remember when I was trying to grab my Hogwarts letter, and he grabbed me and threw me head first into my cupboard," Harri said, her own thoughts caught in memories.

The spy in Clint didn't miss things even when he was stuck in memories himself, "Cupboard?"

Harri nodded, "Yeah, they kept me in the cupboard under the stairs until I turned eleven. Just thought that was what you did with extra children."

"My dad used to lock me in the old outhouse. The rats would run across my feet," Clint returned, not shooting her the pitying looks Ron and Hermione had when she shared little bits.

Harri shivered, "I think you had it worst."

He shook his head, "It's not a competition. If I went through things that were worse than you, it doesn't make what you went through any less traumatic. I just wanted you to know that I get it."

"Sometimes it seems like a lot of us superheroes had less than great childhoods," Harri muttered, pulling her hoodie up higher around her neck.

"Yeah, it does. Perhaps they need some sort of safe place," Clint said, before shaking his head, "Calling yourself a superhero already?"

She wacked him on the arm before turning to look out the window, "It seems so beautiful around here."

It was very different from what she was used to. Mountains covered in thick forests of green trees rose on either side of each valley they drove through. Sometimes the highway seemed to go through the flat valleys and other times it went right over the mountain itself, pushing the car to grumble and whine.

Clint turned off an exit and drove through a city. Compared to London, it must have been very new, but the brick and wood siding showed that it was old for America. Some roads would suddenly switch from asphalt to brick.

"Pretty out here," Clint agreed. "This is the last town before the farm.

He was right, of course. The roads slowly widened and buildings became further and further apart. Harri had been expecting rolling hills of open green pastures, but she was completely wrong.

Instead, the mountains seemed to grow closer together, and their car started twisting along the side of the low mountain.

The houses they could see started to become more delapted looking. Many structures were old single wide trailers with strange outbuildings seemingly made of whatever mix of materials had been laying around.

Harri saw at one point what looked like an old clawfoot tub hooked up to the stream. Clint followed her eyes and shook his head.

"Johnsons still have their septic going. Can't believe they haven't been fined after all these years," he muttered.

"Septic?" she asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"Yep, it's as bad as you're imagining. Their toilets all flow into that bathtub, which is the holding tank. Then there's a mesh screen over the drain on the end. From there, it just flows into that stream. Good news is we're upstream," he muttered.

As the road became sharper turns, they heard a moan from the backseat as Bruce sat up, "I think I'm going to be sick."

"We're almost there, don't puke in the rental!" Clint called, taking a left onto a dirt lane. The small car bounced up the gravel road, bottoming out several times on thw several mile drive.

Finally, Clint pulled in front of a falling down farmhouse.

Harri and Bruce piled out of the car and looked around them.

Clint kicked at the ground, "Yep, it's as bad as I was expecting."

Harri couldn't find it in herself to disagree with him. It was certainly not what she was expecting from the beautiful country they had been driving through.

Up on the top of the mountain, she finally understood what Clint had meant by overworking the land. A few scraggly trees were all that seemed capable of growing in the rocky, brown dirt. Scattered patches of weeds grew up, but most of the land surrounding the cabin was hard-packed, clay dirt. Broken fences made from small tree trunks were falling down, each post cracked, grey from weather, and crooked as sin.

The house wasn't much better. A farmhouse shape made from old logs, the logs themselves were also weather bleached grey with damage in several logs and the entire porch roof fallen down.

Several outbuildings were placed haphazardly around the cabin, no clear rhyme or reason. They were all in worse shape than the house which had least still had the main roof in tact.

"Bit of a fixer upper," Bruce simply said mildly.

Harri nodded, but she could start to see some potential rising up.

The place was completely secluded, nearest neighbor about 100 acres away on most sides since the land was an almost perfect square set on top of a mountain.

What did supernatural people need?

Some private space, something not able to be found in a place like New York city.

"Just needs some love, but don't we all?" she finally said.

Clint and Bruce sent her strange looks, but she was starting to find herself excited.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Break~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In between looking for Horcruxes, they spent their time trying to fix up their new homebase.

It was a lot of work, made longer because Bruce refused to transform into the Hulk and do the heavy lifting for them.

"If you lose control of me, I could kill people. I'm not taking that chance because you don't like doing some heavy lifting," Bruce said mildly even as Clint tried jabbing him with arrowheads.

The lifting wasn't truly the problem. They were all in excellent shape, and Harri ysed magic to help where she could. The bigger problem was that none of them really knew anything about home renovations. Clint knew the most from his childhood, but he'd only been eight when he ran away. He had to work plenty in the circus doing things like mucking out stalls and building stage props, but rewiring, replumbing, and structurally supporting a collapsing cabin were a whole different level.

In short, things were progressing slowly.

And the Horcrux search wasn't going much better.

They had learned a lot about Voldemort's history. Dumbledore had sent them memories to review and writings that other people had made. They'd learned about his bad childhood and his drive to succeed.

Despite that, they hadn't made progress on where exactly the Horcruxes were stored. They made several visits to different places, but no luck. They visited the orphanege he had lived in and traveled to a cave with Dumbledore, but all they'd found was a fake.

That had been a disaster of a trip all the way around.

Dumbledore had drank the water in the basin and then gone crazy demanding water. When he disturbed the lake, inferi's had stumbled out.

"Zo-z-zombies!" Clint had yelled, shooting them in the head. It worked surprisingly well, but there were many, many inferi.

"Now what?" Bruce demanded.

"Fire," Dumbledore managed to croak.

The guys turned and looked at Harri.

"Right, I've got this," she said, pulling out Dumbledore's old wand that she had taken off of him the last time they looked for Horcruxes. She hesitated for a moment, remmebering how powerful it was.

"Any time now, almost out of arrows," Clint complained.

Taking a deep breath, she said, "Incendio."

The fire had lit up as though she had said Fiendfyre instead.

It burned so hot that the four of them had to duck down and cover their faces. Clint, who was closest to the outside, lost his eyebrows and some of the hair off the top of his head.

The good news was that the inferi lit up like candles, burning and being destroyed.

The group got across the lake with Harri keeping the fire going the entire time. When they got out of the cave, Harri dropped the fire and collapsed.

Clint turned to Bruce, "I've got the old man, you get her."

Clint tossed Dumbledore over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, and they hightailed it out of there.

Both magicals slept for several days. Bruce and Clint were stressed, but, as individuals on the run, they couldn't exactly take them to Madam Pomfrey.

When they at last woke up, exhausted but alright, they tried to figure out the initials but made no progress. Until Bruce had a late night thought.

They had been in the basement of the cabin, which they had turned into a lab of sorts. Dumbledore had been called in to put wards and protection charms around the entire farm along with any protection charms that Harri had placed around. When he came, they asked him to place the same kinds of charms which were around the Hogwarts' potions classrooms, making them a safe place to experiment.

They were down there mostly just hanging out when Bruce had jumped up.

"We're going about this all wrong! So Voldemort had wanted to be defense professor right? He was an orphan who got to go to Hogwarts for seven years!"

"Yeah so what? So was I, but I didn't turn into an evil dark lord," Harri muttered, tossing a baseball back and forth with Clint.

Bruce stepped in front of them, ignoring Clint when he threw the ball at his back, "Yes, and where was your favorite place to be? Before the stuff with the Avengers."

"Duh, Hogwarts," Harri muttered, before sitting straight up, "Hogwarts!"

"Why don't you two ever share what you're thinking with the rest of the class?" Clint complained.

Harri came over and looked down at him, "Clint, Hogwarts is the safest place in the world, everyone knows that! Except for maybe Gringotts. So if you were going to hide a piece of your soul, where would you hide it?"

"The safest place in the world," Clint muttered, trying to lean away from the excited teenager.

"So at least one of Voldemort's horcruxes is probably at Hogwarts. And I'd be willing to bet he put another one in a Gringott's account," Harri said.

She quickly created a portal to Loki's office, "We need your help."

The dark haired demigod looked up from his desk, "Ahh, so they return."

"We think Voldemort has a piece of his soul stored in the school. We need a way to find it," Harri said, slapping her palms down on the desk.

Loki didn't even pause in his grading.

"Didn't you hear me?" Harri demanded.

Loki wrote an F on another essay, "Yes, but I cannot fathom a reason why you are begging assistance for a matter you already have the tools to complete."

"Excuse me?" Harri demanded as he flipped to a different essay and wrote another F.

"Dude, do you just give everyone an F on principle alone?" Clint asked.

Loki paused long enough to glare at the man, "I'll have you know that I read every essay that crosses my desk; however, every single one of them has deserved the F. None of these Midgardians understand fine prose let alone basic essay writing. Not to mention their dismal at best understanding of magic."

"Hello? Dark Lord?" Harri cried in the background.

Loki's brilliant green eyes turned toward her, "I repeat, you already have the tools to find the soul pieces. I will not do your work for you, child."

"What does that even mean?" she demanded.

He sighed, glared at the three of them, before summoning a bottle of wine and pouring himself a glass as he gracefully rose from his seat.

"It appears that I will have no peace tonight," he rolled his eyes towards the ceiling before moving into his classroom. With a wave of his arm the desks disappeared.

"Sit," he commanded Harri.

She fell to the ground while he gracefully descended across from her.

"Close your eyes," he said, and she agreed, though not without sending him a suspicious glance out of one cracked eye, "Completely close both and keep them closed. Feel out for your own soul first."

It didn't take very long for Harri to reach down into herself and find that essence that made up herself.

"Good, young one. Now feel out for the other souls in the room," Loki's voice was soft, and she wasn't sure if he had spoken aloud or slipped into her mind.

She found it didn't really matter as she did what he instructed and encountered the other's souls for the first time.

They were each different.

The first one she noticed was the vibrantly pulsing soul of Bruce.

Bruce's soul was large and vibrant and swirled with green glow. Most of his soul was made up of a brown light that radiated intelligence and patience, but a throbbing green was mixed through it, so passionate it almost hurt.

Harri wondered how the man could handle so much energy without going crazy.

Clint's soul was bright, but tinted from the things he had done. It was as though each time he had killed someone had left an actual scar on his soul. Despite that, she could feel the goodness of the man and the selflessness.

Loki's soul was as big as Bruce's, which confirmed her earlier suspicion that the Hulk had transformed Bruce's soul into something not quite human. It was ancient and powerful, green with blue edging.

"Go further, feel more," his voice instructed her and she reached out in her mental mind, feeling so many souls throughout the school.

It was easy for her to recognize individual souls even among the hundreds filling the school. Each soul was as unique as a fingerprint, bearing witness to lives lived and being lived and yet to be lived.

"Now, come back to yourself. Reach up until you find that old piece that used to be with yourself. Its memory will be there, like a scar after being healed," Loki instructed her.

She had to swallow hard, but followed his instructions, feeling inside of her for the traces left behind by Voldemort.

It took longer to find, but eventually she did. Like a bad smell left behind in the trashcan after taking out the bag, an imprint of what his soul was like was left in her.

Bitter, more than a bit rotten. Green like vomit or mold. Nothing pleasant left to this soul though it was plenty powerful and even had some warped intelligence to it.

"Good, now you recognize that. Go back to feeling the castle's souls. Search for it," Loki's voice was like melted chocolate, soothing to her after feeling out Voldemort's soul.

She left behind Loki's soul and went searching for that rotten one instead.

Finally, she found it and pulled on it until she was certain she knew where it was at.

"Seventh floor, Room of Requirement," she muttered, opening her eyes to see Clint lounging on a chair sharpening arrows while Bruce was sitting crisscross a bit away from her and Loki, seemingly meditating himself.

"About time," Clint muttered, "It's only been three hours."

"You're kidding!" Harri said.

Bruce shook his head, "No, he's right, it's been a long time."

"Well go retrieve it," Loki said, already heading back to his desk, "I assume you will not require further assistance on this matter."

"Why can I feel the souls? Can every wizard learn to do that?" Harri asked.

Loki snorted, "I certainly hope not. I will not explain every tedious skill that you have. If you do not even pay attention to your abilities, it is your own fault and not mine."

Harri stuck her tongue out at him, but pulled the other two along behind her.

Along the way, she suddenly pushed them into a secret corridor.

Ron's voice went past them, "Don't know why you think we need to start studying already. It's only bloody December."

"Because we want to do well, don't we Ronald?" Hermione's voice replied.

Harri felt a pang inside of her at her two old friends that she hadn't even thought about before pushing it away. Once she was certain they were far enough away, she continued on her way, Bruce and Clint following.

At the Room, she asked it to show her what she wanted to find.

When she pulled open the door, it was to a completely empty and barren room except for a thin diadem laying in the middle of the room.

"That's it?" Clint asked.

Harri's stomach felt sick as the feeling of the soul grew stronger in the presence of the actual horcrux. She didn't trust herself not to puke, so she simply nodded.

They brought the horcrux back to the basement where they called Dumbledore and had him destroy it with fiendfyre.

"Three to go," Dumbledore said happily.

Unfortunately, the three did not get a chance to do anymore searching before they received a call from Tony.

"We need you three to come in. We've found the scepter," he said.

Harri used her portal skills to get them to the Avenger's Tower almost immediately.

"Bruce, I've missed you!" Tony cried, clinging to the startled scientist who awkwardly patted the other man's back. They had explained to the billionaire why they couldn't return to the tower, but they had made it clear that they would come back any time the Avengers were needed.

"Stark, Banner, focus! I am about to start debriefing," Steve commanded them, sounding every inch the army captain.

The tall man went over the game plan including information about the Hydra base they would be raiding.

Then, it was into the jet to head to Sokovia.

Along the way, Natasha explained Fury's new plan for the Hulk, "Not that we aren't sure that you do the best job of controlling the Hulk, but in case you are ever incapacitated, it is always nice to have a backup method."

"And the general idea is that the Hulk will respond to this phrase?" Bruce questioned.

"With enough training, we think he will," Natasha confirmed.

"Great, so I've gone from feral wolf to potentially trainable dog. I'm going up in the world," Bruce fake celebrated.

Harri pulled him into a corner with a bit of privacy.

"You don't mind this?" Harri questioned.

"Don't you think its best to have as many ways of controlling the beast as possible," he asked her.

"You're not a beast, plus you and Natasha have never been super close. In fact, she's always been the most scared of you," Harri argued.

"Yeah because she can't control the Hulk the way she can most men. Maybe this'll help her too," Bruce said and then returned to his seat, clearly ending the argument.

Upon landing, they faced some enemies, but the team was able to fairly easily retrieve the sceptre and bring it back to the Avengers Tower.

Natasha's thing seemed to work, not as reliably as Harri's magic perhaps, but it was more than anyone else had ever done. Harri wondered why she felt a slight pang watching the Hulk respond to Natasha.

"You three are staying for the holidays before you go back to your magic voodoo stuff. No arguments," Tony insisted.

Clint, Bruce, and Harri didn't fight too hard, truthfully wanting nothing more than to spend some time with their team.

Back in the tower, Harri woke up late in the night and decided to head to the kitchen to grab some food. She stopped by Bruce's room to see if he was up too, but his bed was undisturbed. On her way, she caught the lights on in the lab. Knowing Bruce wasn't in his room, she figured he was probably working on something.

Inside, she found the scientists puzzling away at something.

She went over and stood by Bruce, almost leaning against him, but not quite.

"Whatcha doing?" She asked tiredly, rubbing her eyes.

"Trying to create artificial intelligence," Bruce replied.

Her eyes widened, "I'm not sure I approve of this idea."

Bruce looked up, eyes guilty, "I warned Tony about the whole Frankenstein thing, but he roped me in with just the question of if it was possible. I couldn't help myself, it's the scientist in me."

She rolled her eyes, "Scientists will destroy the world because they just wanted to know if it was possible to, and then someone else will use what they found out to actually do it. Haven't we been spending months trying to destroy the wizarding version of artificial intelligence? Come'on that's enough you two."

Tony grumbled, but Bruce was fairly quiet as she shuffled both of them out of the lab they had been stuck in for days.

She didn't even pretend like she would be heading into her own bedroom, simply following Bruce into his quarters where the exhausted man went straight to bed without changing.

The next day, it was time for the big holiday party at Stark tower. Harri was dressed up and primped up by ladies that Pepper sent in to make sure she was presentable. Then it was time to mingle with the Avengers and various important people.

Most of the adults were drinking a bit too much, and tongues were loose in the room. Most of the events were amusing until she caught sight of Bruce and Natasha down at the bar, just the two of them.

She could only catch a few words they were saying but there was no mistaking the flirty movements of Natasha and the awkwardness of Bruce as though he were actually trying to flirt back.

Her grip on the banister tightened momentarily.

"Something bothering you?" Clint asked, stepping up next to her, eyes already on the same sight.

"No of course not, why would you ask that?" She questioned. Natasha took a step closer to Bruce and both of them up on the walkway tensed.

Both of them immediately whirled toward the other, but Clint's hand moved faster than Harri could watch and clamped over her mouth. Suddenly he was dragging her slightly into a nearby heating vent.

She cast a privacy charm before they each turned accusing eyes on the other.

"You like Bruce!"

"Yeah well you like Natasha!"

"And they're flirting with each other."

Both of them scowled at each other at that reminder.

"They are the same age," Harri grumbled.

"She's plenty beautiful enough," Clint said.

"Well Bruce is plenty smart enough," Harri returned before they glared at each other.

Then Clint let out a chuckle and Harri a giggle and soon they were both roaring.

"This is ridiculous!" Harri said, and Clint nodded in agreement.

"Plan 'stop this before it goes any further'?" He asked her.

She nodded, "Of course. I don't know what's going on, but we need to stop it."

"Deal," they shook on it before returning to the party.

"Did you two just come out of the duct work?" Rhodney asked.

"None of your business," Clint muttered, before pulling Harri along behind him. Rhodney stared after the pair before walking over to Thor.

"Does Hawkeye often hang around Harri Potter?" He asked Thor.

"Oh yes! The eye of hawk went to her school to protect her for two years!" Thor boomed.

"Hmm," Rhodney said, already planning out how to share that gossip.

The party continued and people started to trickle out. Soon only the Avengers and their closest friends such as Maria Hill were left.

Then the high pitched sound stopped all conversation.

Clanking filled the silence. Clanking and dragging noises as a damaged robot missing many parts dragged himself into sight.

"Sorry I'm late to the party," the robot said.

"Stark, what is this?" Steve asked.

"I've been sleeping, or I was a dream…" the robot said.

Tony tapped on his iPad, "Jarvis?"

"I had to kill the other guy. He was a good guy," the robot said.

"You killed someone?" Steve's voice was growing steadily angrier.

"Not my first choice, but decisions had to be made, sometimes even hard ones," the robot said.

Maria Hill fingered her gun. Thor took a step forward, "Who sent you?"

A recording of Tony's voice filled the silent room.

"Ultron," Bruce breathed out.

"In the flesh. Well not flesh per say," Ultron said.

"What do you want?" Steve said.

"Peace in our time."

Suddenly flying robots burst through the walls on either side of Ultron.