"A bunch of sunshine-and-rainbow little white horses," Hermione sneered. "Sitting on a vibranium mine that huge, and their technology still isn't much better than Tony's. Yet every last one of them acts like they own the world. They'd have better prospects going back to picking cotton. Ultron, you'd better put your back into it and give them a good thrashing first."
You're that, that-that, that, that-that...
Sunshine, rainbows, little white horse, Wakanda Wakanda...
Hand over the vibranium, hand over the vibranium, go back to picking cotton...
She muttered silently, a calculating gleam flashing in her eyes.
What does Ultron robbing Wakanda have to do with me...? When I destroy Ultron afterward, that'll count as avenging them.
As for the vibranium... what vibranium? That's this Witch's rightful spoils for defeating the evil villain Ultron and saving the world.
Mine. It's all mine.
Seeing that familiar expression, Ava and Sitwell knew the Witch was apparently scheming to screw someone over again.
They exchanged a glance, both stiffened, and bowed. "As you command, Lady Witch!"
Just as the two were about to withdraw and carry out their respective orders, Hermione suddenly called Ava back.
"Ava, wait a moment."
Ava stopped at her voice and turned around, looking at Hermione with some apprehension.
"Do you," Hermione asked, her gaze settling on Ava with a hint of curiosity, "still want to keep your original superpowers?"
Ava's body gave an almost imperceptible shudder, and terror crept onto her face.
She remembered the agony of her body constantly tearing apart and reassembling between a quantum state and solid form, the torment of being swept up in a nonstop sensory storm. It was practically the definition of a nightmare.
"Don't be afraid," Hermione said, noticing her fear and softening her tone. "I'm not going to undo the previous