The Invisible Coder (Natasha x OC)

Chapter 22- The fight in Sokovia (Part 3)

"It's my job," she added as an afternote.

With no time to argue, Clint motioned towards me and Nat.

"This way," he instructed, and we ran through the rubble and broken, torn up bodies of the robots, leaving Wanda to defend the core.

Clint hijacked a car. There was no backseat, so Nat had to sit on my lap.

"It's not that bad," she teased.

"I know!" I replied. "It's just... I'm in a metal suit. There's no way this is comfortable for you!"

"I've been through worse," she smirked as we tore off, dodging flipped cars and trucks and dead robots.

"I know what I need to do!" Clint said suddenly. "The dining room. If I knock out that east wall it'd make a nice workspace for Laura, huh?"

I suddenly realized that he was talking about his home plans in the middle of an evacuation.

"Put up some baffling," Clint fantasized, "She can't hear the kids running around. What do you think?"

"You guys always eat in the kitchen anyway," Nat commented as we swerved dangerously close to the edge of our flying island. 

"No one eats in a dining room," Clint agreed as we approached the boat.

A few distant roaring sounds went up as Clint put the car in park.

"We don't have a lot of time," he said.

"So get your arse on a boat," Nat replied, sliding off of my lap and out of the car. I followed after her as she ran towards a playground where Hulk was tearing stuff apart.

"Hey, big guy," she called. "The sun's gettin' real low,"

I was about to head back for a boat when I heard a wail. 

I turned, searching for it.

"Hello?!" I called. 

Another wail, this time, louder.

"Keep making noise!" I called, searching around for the source. I ran into a deserted parking lot, following the sound. 

More wails and screams. They sounded feminine, but I could've been wrong. I lept over a car and kept running, searching for the source of the sound.

Suddenly, the sound was to my direct right.

I turned to find a teenage girl, trapped in the backseat of a car. In the front seats were limp bodies of adults. The teen was crying and wailing, her head buried in her hands.

The world flashed.

A speeding car.

A cop chasing it.

A head-on collision.

The front airbags being busted. 

The world going black.

I approached the car door and grabbed it, whipping it out of place and tossing it behind me. I reached out for the girl's hand. She took it, and I scooped her up. 

"Your parents, I can-" I began, but she cut me off.

"D-dead," she whispered.

I was hit with another round of flashbacks.

A speeding car.

A speeding car.

A speeding car.

"MOM? DAD?"

Attempts to pull over.

A head-on collision.

"They're dead,"

"They're dead,"

"They're dead,"

I felt tears crawling into my eyes and I nodded and zoomed away, the teenage girl in my arms. I brought her to the nearest boat and set her down on a seat. She was trembling and sobbing violently.

Just as I had.

I took my helmet off and sat down next to her as the boat started to make it's way back to the helicarrier. I wrapped my arms around the girl, and she sobbed into me, seeming so lost and shattered.

"You'll be okay," I whispered to her. "I know how it feels,"

"Do you?!" she wailed.

"Yes," I said. "My parents died in a car crash, too," 

She paused her crying for a second, gulping down air.

"T-they d-did?" she asked.

"Yeah," I replied, letting tears begin to streak down my face. "Look at me now,"

She took in the sight of my metallic gold and silver suit, her eyes flooding and spilling over with tears.

"They might be gone, but you're still here," I told her. "Make sure you make the most of it,"

The girl nodded weakly.

"What's your name?" I asked tenderly.

"N-Nada. I'm Nada Cross," the girl responded feebly.

"I'm Bryce Russell-Stark," I replied with a small smile. 

"Stark?"

Suddenly, I heard bullet-like sounds ripping through the air. I shot to my feet.

"D-don't leave!" Nada pleaded, grabbing my hand.

"I wasn't planning on it," I assured her. "I just need to see-"

A quinjet zoomed by, firing at the cobbled and rocky road. Straight in the middle of it, I saw-

"CLINT!" I shouted. 

Our eyes locked as he spun around, defending a small child that he held in his arms.

"CLINT!!" I screamed as the harsh clicking of the lasers neared him. I broke down, falling back into my seat. 

A blinding flash of light swept him up, and suddenly, he was no longer visible.

"W-what?"

I stood back up, and Nada grabbed my hand again.

"It's okay, I'm not leaving you," I reassured her. "I just need to see-"

That's when I was Pietro Maximoff, standing next to a flipped car. He crumpled to the ground.

My heart stopped.

"Pietro..." I whispered, collapsing back into my seat. A part of me wanted to think that he was severely wounded, but I knew the truth-

Pietro Maximoff was dead.

~
"Wanda... if you stay here... you'll die," 

Ultron's mangled robotic body spoke to the broken Wanda Maximoff in a raspy voice.

"I just did," she replied quietly, kneeling down at his side. "Do you know how it felt?"

Ultron groaned as Wanda's hand lurched out, and using her telekinetic powers, started to draw something from the robot's chest. The metal busted apart, splitting and creaking as something attempted to pop its way out.

A metallic ball-like thing jumped out of Ultron's chest. It was quite small and had all sorts of wires and bolts sticking out of it. Wanda caught it in her hand, her expression portraying grief and pure anger. She examined the thing, getting oil and slime all over her fingers. Feeling strangely satisfied, she turned it over in her palm. More purple-ish oil dripped from the thing as she said softly, "It felt like that,"