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            robots. everywhere. they were like ants, crawling out from every crevice. several times during the battle steveâs instinct told him to find whatever warehouse they were hidden in to prevent anyone from getting overwhelmed. at the same time, he doubted it would matter. their hive-like mind told the soldier what heâd known since the night of the party; that ultron was the problem they needed to deal with. more robots could be made. it was their purpose that needed to be dealt with. however ultron found life in those first few moments had set this perception of reality and that he needed to cleans it all in order to start again.
      â tyler, â the captain tossed his shield down the line in the hopes of clearing a path towards the helicarrierâs evacuation pods.  yet , with each downed pile of metal several more crawled out from the wood works.  constant, intense fighting was starting to exhaust the soldier.  as far as he could tell, it was starting to exhaust all of them except for vision.  â we need to make sure those evacuation pods get off this rock safely.  go.  iâll find the others and make sure we got everyone. â  he wasnât going to lose anyone else to his own incompetence.  the other soldier was too important and steve knew he wouldnât be able to handle another major loss.












