"The Iron Man? Did he mean Mr. Stark?" Lorna asked. The twins had met up with their siblings, and they were now making their way toward the church. The only church in town. There was a curiosity in the green-haired girl's eyes as they walked, drawing the green cloak she had taken from the boxes of stuff closer around her body.

Wanda shrugged her shoulders as they walked, her own light green eyes on the walk in front of them. "I am unsure," she replied. "But I assume so." Her tone was cold, determined. It better be Anthony. Then she could ruin him once and for all!

"Pfft." Pietro rolled his eyes as they stepped into the church. But instead of the red-gold suit they were expecting, there was a cloaked figure sitting in a single chair, not even looking at them. 

"Talk," Wanda said thinly. "If you are wasting our time--"

"You know this church is in the exact center of this city," a robotic voice said, making the siblings shudder slightly. "The elders decreed it so that everyone could be equally close to God. I like that. The geometry of belief." Wanda tried to peer in his mind. What did he want from them? Why did he call them here? But she found nothing. "You're wondering why you can't look inside my head." 

Unfazed by his words, the witch stepped back slightly, her red eyes gleaming. "Sometimes it's hard," she said coldly, "but sooner or later every man shows himself." 

As soon as she finished talking the man stood, the cloak falling from his body. But it was no man--it was a robot, tall in stature and made of a silvery metal that gleamed brightly, and with menacing, terrifying red eyes that made Lorna shudder. "Oh, I'm sure they do," it said, and Wanda stepped back in shock and slight fear. "But you needed something more than a man. That's why you let Stark take the scepter." He took large steps down, nearer to the family. Wanda felt her breath briefly catch in her throat, out of slight fear.

"I didn't expect..." Wanda nodded vaguely in the thing's direction, "but I saw Stark's fear. I knew it would control him, make him self-destruct."

"Everyone creates the thing they dread," the robot mused, turning away from them to stride across the room. "Men of peace create engines of war, invaders create avengers..." It turned toward them, gesturing at them a little. "People create..." It looked as if it were thinking a moment, as if not knowing what word to say, "smaller people? Uh...children! I lost the word there." It laughed to itself, making Wanda confused. "Children. Designed to supplant them. To help them...end."

"Is that why you've come?" Anya piped up, curious. "To end the Avengers?" She tilted her head slightly, her purple cat eyes shining.

"I've come to save the world," the robot said in a stern tone, faced away from them. It looked  back at them briefly to add, "But also, yeah." It turned away again, walking away.

--

They were back at the base, where the four siblings had been experimented on before. It brought Wanda the creeps to be back here, to say the least. The place was even creepier, empty and dark, with all the agents dead. "We'll move out right away," the robot--Ultron--said, walking down to the area where Wanda had enchanted Anthony at. "This is a start, but there's something we need to begin the real work."

"All of these are..." Lorna frowned.

"Me,"  Ultron finished. "I have what the Avengers never will. Harmony. They're discordant. Disconnected. Stark's already got them turning on each other. And when you get inside the rest of their heads--"

"Everyone's plan is not to kill them," Pietro interrupted, shaking his head. 

"And make them martyrs?" Ultron flew toward them on little engines. "You need patience. Need to see the big picture."

As Ultron landed, Anya looked at him sadly. "I don't see the big picture. I have a little picture. I take it out and look at it every day." Wanda wanted to hug her elder sister. She looked so filled with grief...

"You lost your parents in the bombings," said Ultron, his tone quieter, as if he were sympathizing. "I've seen the records," he added. 

"The records are not the picture," Pietro argued quietly. 

"Pietro." Wanda shook her head.

"No, please." Ultron kept his calm tone.

Pietro looked back at his twin sister, but instead of smirking, he had a sad look in his eyes. Wanda knew their family was a sensitive subject to him. "We were ten years old," he began, "having dinner, the six of us. When the first shell hits, two floors below, it makes a hole in the floor. It's big." Wanda looked away at his words. God, it was too much. "Our parents go in, and the whole building starts coming apart. I grab them, roll under the bed and the second shell hits. But...it doesn't go off." He looked up at Ultron again. "It just...sits there in the rubble, three feet from our faces. And on the side of the shell is painted one word..."

"Stark," Wanda croaked. The single word in itself was shaky, filled with sadness and grief. The whole scene played like a movie behind her eyelids. 

"We were trapped two days," Lorna added, looking down at the ground sadly.

"Every effort to save us, every shift in the bricks," Anya said, "I think, "This will set it off." We wait for two days for Tony  Stark to kill us." Her tone had grown cold. Stiff. Emotionless.

"I know what they are." Pietro nodded, his own voice quiet.

"I wondered why only you four survived Strucker's experiments." Wanda wanted to correct Ultron but she knew better. It meant Alex was probably dead...Poor Lorna. "Now I don't. We will make it right." At his words, Pietro's eyes hardened, out of anger, rage--a desire for revenge. Ultron strode forward, toward Wanda, but his eyes were on the three other siblings. "You and I can hurt them," he said, before looking at Wanda. "But you..." He reached forward with a metal hand, stroking her cheek. She stared up into his blank, red, glowing "eyes". "You will tear them apart. From the inside."