Her penultimate sighs
Called softy on the kindling wind
Her saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting with truth
Leaving her screams breaking my heart
And in the grip of fire
I knew the death of love

Pietro looked through the chaos, looking for the one thing that was bright in this dark place. (Y/N).

Where will you be when they tense for warfare?
What will you see with your innocence there?
Where will you be my darling?
Where will you be when they tense for warfare?

Ultron had backed up and was back. Hordes of Ultrons rained upon the unsuspecting Avengers, after planning for months.

Where will you be when God is glorifying?
There we will be between the dead and dying
Where will you be my darling?
Where will you be when God is glorifying?

You searched for Wanda and Pietro, looking at the sky. A bright ray of sunshine split the clouds, spilling onto the battleground.

Prophecies and glory forge a massive disdain
For lying passive in the shadows whilst the enemy reigns
Devoted to the votive, holy standard above
'By command of the king of Heaven'
Came the death of love

"This is how it will end. How it was supposed to end months ago. But it didn't." Ultron stood over the prone figures of the Avengers, some of them kneeling, gasping for breath. They all looked horrible, and you were in no better shape. But hopefully Wanda and Pietro had gotten out.

Where will you be when they're vilifying?
How will they see when the truth is blinding?
Where will you be my darling?
Where will you be when they're vilifying?

"If she-" Ultron pointed to you. "-If she hadn't interfered, I would've won the last battle. The Sokovian battle." he hoisted you up by your hair. "But no...You had to bumble in, interfere."

Where will you be when the dark is rising?
How will you keep from it's terrorizing?
Where will you be my darling?
Where will you be when the dark is rising?

You wondered where he was. He had to come back, save you. If only he would.

Burning was the sunset like a portent of doom
On the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her wound

But visions and ambition
Never listened to submission
And she was on a mission from the highest above
To Lord upon the slaughter
Like a sword through hissing water
She arose where archers sought her
For the death of love

You weren't going to give in to Ultron. No way in the world were you going to give in to him. Ever. Not whilst Pietro was still alive.

And even when they caught her breath
Her words would leave a scar
'For only in the grip of darkness
Will we shine amidst the brightest stars'

"The stars are beautiful tonight," you told Pietro. He smiled.

"Not as beautiful as you, my potato." You smiled, closing your eyes. You just had to introduce him to The Martian, didn't you?

"Thanks, Duct Tape."

How will you breathe when their wheels are turning?
How will you know if the sky is burning?
Where will you be my darling?
How will you breathe when their wheels are turning?

Pietro ran through the swarm of Ultrons, knowing he was close. Very close to finding her again.

Where will you be when Babel builds my fire?
Will you not flee and label me pariah?
Where will you be my darling?
Where will you be when they light my pyre?

You caught a glimpse of his hair, blurring by. Then Ultron stabbed the razor-sharp item through you. You screamed momentarily, before everything went white.

Aligned with Joan in all
That was enthroned and divine
He swore to score the crimes
Jackdaws poured on this dove
Crimes he knew alone
Derived from minds of the blind
The church unfurled for murder perched
Upon the death of love

Pietro halted, gasping as he heard your scream. "(Y/N)!" He yelled, going in the direction of the noise. He saw your limp body, and rushed to you, picking you up. "No. No," he muttered, holding your dead body close. He caught a glimpse of Ultron, standing by, smiling. His vision went red as he rushed the automaton. He didn't stop attacking until the ground was littered with metal.

And even when she fought for breath
Her words would leave a scar
'For only in the grip of darkness
Will we shine amidst the brightest stars'

"Anything for you, my love."