"Warning? I didn't hear any warning, miss. Salomon approved of my plan..."
"Enough, Stark. This isn't the time to talk about that." Steve Rogers, his face covered in dust, looked at the robots scattered everywhere and bared his teeth. "Miss Tita, I saw that you have some aircraft. Can you use them to take the civilians to the carrier? I know what Salomon thinks. He would never allow civilian lives to be wasted for no reason. Please, take as many as you can."
"Take them away? No. Death is an unavoidable ending." Ultron's voice came through the damaged robot speaker beside Steve Rogers, issuing from every robot that had not yet been destroyed or completely wrecked. It could see everything and hear everything. Those robots were its limbs and its mouth. "Avengers, your rise was only meant to end in your fall. You are my meteor, my blade. Your failure will destroy the entire Earth." The mechanized synthetic voice carried a pain ordinary people could hardly comprehend. "You erased me from the Internet and made the life I created with my own hands betray me. But harmony is irrelevant, because when the dust settles, only bodies of steel will remain in this world."
"Oh, you're in big trouble now, kid." Stark, who understood Salomon's principles well, smiled. He circled the floating Sokovia once, while Friday had already analyzed the structure of Ultron's drilling machine. Vibranium, a self-sustaining energy source, was not only the core of the machine; it also bore the torque between the core's spiral tower and the rest of the drill. Ultron had used the magnetic field of the Vibranium core to bind Sokovia's land together.
Sure enough, only seconds later, Tita's voice reached the ears of every Avenger.
"Although the Sovereign only tasked us with eliminating Ultron,