Under illusion(chapter 90)

A/N well, one more chapter left

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prevously in chapter 89

"Stark," Wanda whispered, her eyes distant. Pietro continued, his voice now a hollow echo. "We were trapped for two days." Wanda's face contorted with remembered fear. "Every effort to save us, every shift in the bricks, I thought, 'This will set it off.' We waited for two days for Tony Stark to kill us."

Pietro's voice was firm with conviction. "I know what they are." Ultron nodded slowly. "I wondered why only you two survived Strucker's experiments. Now I don't. We will make it right." He turned to Pietro, his tone filled with resolve. "You and I can hurt them." He then looked at Wanda with a calculating gaze. "But you will tear them apart, from the inside."

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Chapter 91

Klaue, though caught off guard, tried to maintain his composure. He reluctantly handed over a chunk of vibranium from his hidden stash. Ultron's eyes glowed with a cold, calculated light as he took the vibranium.

"Upon this rock, I will build my church," Ultron said, examining the metal. "Vibranium."

"You know, it came at great personal cost," Klaue said, his voice strained. "It's worth billions."

Ultron chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down the spine of everyone present. With a mere thought, he transferred an astronomical sum of money into Klaue's bank account.

"Now, so are you," Ultron said with a hint of mockery. "It's all under your dummy holdings? Finance is so weird. But I always say, 'Keep your friends rich and your enemies rich, and wait to find out which is which.'"

Klaue's eyes widened in recognition. "Stark."

Ultron's expression darkened. "What?"

"Tony Stark used to say that... to me. You're one of his."

Ultron's reaction was swift and violent. "What?! I'm not...!" He grabbed Klaue by the arm, lifting him effortlessly. "I'm not. You think I'm one of Stark's puppets, his hollow men? I mean, look at me, do I look like Iron Man? Stark is..." With a swift motion, he sliced through Klaue's arm, severing it. "I'm sorry. I am sor-- Ooh, I'm sure that's going to be okay. I'm sorry, it's just I don't understand. Don't compare me with Stark! It's a thing with me. Stark is, he's a sickness!"

At that moment, the doors to the lair burst open. Tony Stark, clad in his Iron Man suit, entered with a confident stride, flanked by Thor and Steve Rogers.

"Ahh, Junior," Stark called out. "You're gonna break your old man's heart."

Ultron's eyes flashed with anger. "If I have to."

Thor stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. "We don't have to break anything." "Clearly you've never made an omelet," Ultron retorted, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "He beat me by one second," Stark muttered under his breath.

Pietro Maximoff, standing nearby with his sister Wanda, chimed in. "Ah, this is funny, Mr. Stark. It's what, comfortable? Like old times?" Stark's gaze hardened. "This was never my life." Steve Rogers, ever the voice of reason, addressed the twins. "You two can still walk away from this." Wanda's eyes narrowed. "Oh, we will."

"I know you've suffered," Steve began, but Ultron cut him off with a groan of frustration. "Uuughh! Captain America. God's righteous man, pretending you could live without a war. I can't physically throw up in my mouth, but..." "If you believe in peace, then let us keep it," Thor interjected, trying to defuse the situation. Ultron's voice turned cold. "I think you're confusing peace with quiet."

Stark's curiosity got the better of him. "Yuh-huh. What's the Vibranium for?" Ultron's eyes gleamed with malicious intent. "I'm glad you asked that because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan--" Without warning, Ultron attacked Stark, and his drones descended from the ceiling, engaging Steve and Thor in battle. The twins joined the fray, and the room erupted into chaos.

"Shoot them!" Klaue shouted amidst the pandemonium. "Which ones?" his mercenary asked, panic in his voice. "All of them!" Klaue barked back.

As the fight intensified, Natasha and Barton joined the melee, battling Ultron's drones, Klaue's men, and the twins. Steve knocked Pietro to the ground, momentarily gaining the upper hand. "Stay down, kid!" Steve commanded.

Ultron, controlling one of his drones, turned to Wanda. "It's time for some mind games." Bruce Banner, waiting anxiously in the Quinjet, heard the commotion over the radio. "Guys, is this a Code Green?" Wanda used her powers to warp Thor's mind, and Steve rushed to his side. "Thor! Status?" Thor shook his head, trying to clear the fog. "The girl tried to warp my mind. Take special care, I doubt a human could keep her at bay. Fortunately, I am mighty."

As the scene shifted to Thor's vision, he found himself at a party on Asgard. Meanwhile, Wanda continued her assault on Steve and Natasha's minds. Ultron packed up the vibranium, a smirk on his face. "This is going very well."

Wanda attempted to sneak up on Barton, but he quickly turned, placing an electric arrow on her forehead. "I've done the whole mind control thing. Not a fan," Barton said, just as Pietro sped in, knocking him down and rescuing his sister.

"Yeah, you better run," Barton called after them. He saw Steve dropping his helmet and walking away. "Whoever's standing, we gotta move! Guys?" In Natasha's vision, she was back in the facility where young girls were being taught ballet. "You'll break them," she whispered.

"Only the breakable ones. You are made of marble. We'll celebrate after the graduation ceremony," Madame B replied coldly. Natasha's younger self, a trainee assassin, looked up with determination. "What if I fail?"

"You never fail," Madame B assured her. Steve's vision took him to a 1940s dance hall. Peggy Carter approached him, a smile on her face. "Are you ready for our dance?"

Back in Thor's vision, he was in Asgard, observing his surroundings when Heimdall, with milky white eyes, spotted him. "Is it him? Is that the first son of Odin?"