Man: Help me— I— I can’t feel my legs—
Natasha: —One of the sewer workers. No time to reach him. They’re right on top of us. All my training screams at me to turn away. An acceptable loss, for the greater good.
Natasha: I’m coming.
—But there’s only so much of myself I can lose.
Man: Please— I don’t want to die here—
Natasha: Give me your hand— give me your— no!
—For that, Ultron, for that cruelty, especially. For that I will make you pay. For that, and for Richard, you damned soulless machine.
So. Age of Ultron, huh?
From Avengers Assemble #14 AU, by Al Ewing and Butch Guice.