Clear skies, no wind.
Avengers Tower stood in the heart of the city.
The afterglow of the setting sun illuminated the upper half of the building, mingling with the LED glow of the Avengers emblem.
It added a soft filter.
Unlike the bustle of the commercial district, the building was like a towering defensive tower.
Watching over peace.
Yet the Avengers inside remained shrouded by a lingering shadow.
Without JARVIS's assistance, Stark used primitive notes to sift through Ultron's possible locations.
Shattered glass and damaged facilities littered the place, untouched.
Because Tony had dismissed the cleaning ladies and every other noncombatant.
Only a handful of Avengers remained in the building.
Ultron's mutation had caught him off guard, and he feared this place could turn into a battlefield at any moment.
The elevator opened.
Agent Hill wore a dark blue dress, her hair neatly pinned into a bun behind her head.
"He's everywhere... robotics labs, military facilities, jet research rooms...
There are reports that one or more metal men ransacked those places."
Steve wore jeans and a gray T-shirt, his well-developed muscles sharply defined.
A trace of concern crossed his face when he heard Hill's intelligence.
"Any casualties?"
"Some people were injured..."
"Strucker must be pleased this time."
Thinking of the baron's punchable face, Steve felt that without Ultron, their plan would have been crushed long ago.
"Not anymore..."
Agent Hill handed over a tablet.
A photo was displayed on it.
Strucker had died in his cell, and the word "peace" was written on the wall beside him.
In dripping blood.
Steve looked toward Barton, who was making a phone call nearby, and called out.
"Barton, we may have a lead...
Who is it?"
Normally, a gentleman like Steve should not have casually asked who someone was talking to.
But Steve