This Is Our Battlefield

Like a silver sword piercing the line between night and dawn, the supersonic Quinjet arrived in Sokovia before daybreak. The Avengers discussed the broad outline of their operation aboard the Quinjet. Even Captain Rogers had prepared himself to die in battle. "Ultron knows we're coming, so fierce fighting is inevitable," he said. "We're prepared, but the people of Sokovia aren't. All they want is a peaceful life. But that's impossible today. We have to do everything we can to protect them while completing the mission."

The captain glanced at the Maximoff siblings before assigning them their tasks. Pietro, being the fastest, could notify the Sokovians to evacuate, while Wanda's magic could force them to do so, preventing panic and crying to ensure an efficient evacuation. "If what Vision said is correct, Ultron is obsessed with patricide," the captain said. "We need to figure out Ultron's objective, and we also need to find Agent Romanoff. We need to clear this area and keep the war from harming innocent people. Ultron thinks we're monsters, that we're the disease festering in this world. So this isn't just about defeating him. It's also about proving whether he's right."

The boy watched the freshly painted Quinjet land near Sokovia's dilapidated little Eastern Orthodox church. He opened his personal terminal, adjusted the receiving terminal, and sent a message to the attack force. His orders were to continue surveillance. The Helicarrier was nowhere near as fast as the supersonic Quinjet, and when the boy sent his message, it was still some distance from Sokovia. He discovered that Tony Stark, the target he was supposed to watch, had defied the tactical arrangements overheard by the City of Immortals. Rather than rescuing Agent Natasha Romanoff, Stark had landed in the church courtyard wearing Iron Armor. That was a blind