"hey buddy, the sun's getting real low."
Natasha bushed her hand against hulk's. He was surprisingly calm now.
The sharp sounds of gunshots surrounded them suddenly. Natasha was nocked over.
Ultron shot at them with the Quinjet. Hulk roared and immediatly got angry again.
Ulron sofly muttered to himself, "got no strings, I'm gonna have fun. I'm not tied up to anyone."

Clint ran up to a young boy and picked him up. Ultron was starting to shoot near him he stood tall.
Petro ran in front of him.
Clint only felt dust falling over him, instead of bullets.
He looked up, the kid still in his arms.
Petro was standing in front of him, his chest sprinkled with gun shot wounds.
"You didn't see that comming."
He fell to the ground, dead.

Wanda screamed, sending out a shockwave of red energy that destroyed anything in it's path.

Hulk carefully put Natasha on the sheild ship. Then, he jumped up into the Quinjet.
"Oh for god sake."
Ultron flew out of the Quinjet and into a train, weakened and barely moving.
Wanda walked over to him.
"Wanda.. if you stay here, you'll die."
"I just did. Do you know how it felt?"
She pulled the mechanical heat out of Ultron's chest.
She looked at it coldly. "It felt like that."

In the church, A broken clone moved.
It touched the core.

Cap jumped onto the sheild ship as fast as possible.
The entire city fell, several points blasting it downward.

Tony mounted himself over the bottom of the city.
"Thor, on my mark."
A huge beam of lighting sprang from the center of the city.vision grabbed Wanda.
"NOW!"
the entire city blasted apart in a flash of blue light.

Vision stood in front of a mangled clone.
"You're afraid."
"Of you?"
"Of death. You're the last one."
"You were supposed to be the last. Stark asked for a savior. He settled for a slave."
"I suppose we were both disappointment."
"I suppose we are."
"Humans are odd. They think order and cahos are somehow opposites and try to control what won't. But there is grace in their fate. I think yo missed that."
"They're doomed."
"Yes. But a thing isn't beautiful because it lasts. It's a privilege to be among them."
"You're unbearably nieave (I can't spell)"
"Well, I was born yesterday."
The robot lunged foward, and in a flash of yellow light, it was gone.