So basically this is a way to deal with how AoU ended because I do NOT agree with how it ended (I also heard a rumor that he signed up for ?three? movies ?) so I went FULL Phil Coulson mode and fixed it. If you're still reading this and still don't understand that this is a spoiler:
ThIS iS A MAjoR sPOIlEr fOR AvEnGErS AgE OF ulTrON
Warned ya enough now... Set immediately after the battle on the floating city.
Feel free to message me with YOUR conspiracies and denials and whatever you thought about them just killed the hot blondie of for the fun of it.
Also, got a couple messages that I should continue it. I wasn;t planning on it, but then a neat little idea popped into my head. wth right?
So, Review and if you like it, follow!

There was a devastating shock when the floating city incinerated in the sky. The Hawk sunk his head in his hands, staring at the lifeless body of the reason he was still breathing air.

He did a headcount. Pietro, here in front of him with countless holes in his torso, his sister, who was on the island still, protecting the root, Stark, who was hanging underneath there in the sky in his suit of iron. He had seen Hulk drop Nat off on the Helicarrier, so she was safe, but he had jumped off the Helicarrier in pursuit of the bird that shot the eldest Maximoff.

Right there and then, Barton was fairly certain that this would be the end of it all. The end of the Avenger initiative and the end of their battle, but luckily it would not be the end of their world. And he could go back to Laura and the little ones, he could even be there when little Nathaniel was born.

He stared at Pietro, his hair bleached at the tips because of all the experiments. Or because he liked to bleach his hair. Clint hadn't asked, but he had assumed Pietro's original hair color was that of his sister's, since they were twins and all…

It didn't matter anymore. It had never mattered. But Clint felt horrible that the cheeky boy with the lopsided grin decided to switch places with him.

The lifeboat docked into the Helicarrier and everyone seeped out of the boat, leaving Barton to ponder in the complete silence of the now empty docking hall of the Helicarrier.

"Hawkeye." A familiar voice shook him awake. He felt an iron hand on his shoulder.

"Stark," Clint looked up. "You're alive."

Tony nodded. "Of course I am." He looked down to Pietro and the complexion in his face changed. "What happened?"

"He got shot." Clint shook his head. "Jumped in front of the barrel. Saved my life." He clenched his jaw.

"How long was this ago?" Tony asked.

"He's dead, Stark." Clint said.

"Why is it that people can never answer me normally?" Tony sighed deeply as he stepped out of his bust and broken suit. He pulled two bracelets out of the pocket of his sweatpants and clicked them around Pietro's limp wrists.

"Pandora mode," he ordered.

The suit wrapped itself around Pietro and engaged.

"What are you doing?" Clint asked.

"I'm trying to save a life." Tony said stoically. He pushed on his earpiece. "Is anybody copying me?"

"I am," Hill answered almost immediately.

"How fast can we get a bird to New York?"

"Two hours, if you leave now," Hill answered.

Tony turned to Clint, "You can fly one, right?"

Clint frowned at Tony, "What the hell?"

"I have a jet ready for take-off at gate 4. What are your plans?" Hill tuned in.

"I have so little time to explain it all to you idiots." Tony motioned his suit to follow him as he jogged away to gate 4, with Clint at his heels. "I have a Pandora mode built into my suit. It can lengthen the life of someone without a pulse up and slash or brain activity to seven hours."

"How?" Clint asked. He buckled up in the pilot's seat and started the engine. "Bird 747 requesting take off."

"Take off authorized," The radio buzzed back.

"Banner helped me with it, doctor Cho and another doctor." Tony said, he hooked the suit up to a laptop that he found stuffed underneath a chair.

Clint flicked a few buttons. "Closing doors, engine on, buckle up Tony,"

"Wait! Wait!" someone yelled outside.

Tony threw the door open, only to see Wanda Maximoff standing there, red wisps hovering around her hands and her eyes were on fire.

"Lady Maximoff!" Clint smiled. "Good to see you, I thought you were dead. Get in."

"Where is my brother?" Wanda said. "What did you do to Pietro?"

"We are losing valuable time!" Tony said desperate. "Get in the jet and I'll explain everything to you, but please hurry up!"

Wanda put one hesitant foot on the step of the jet, and Tony pulled her in, slamming the door behind her.

"Let's go Barton!"

Wanda pulled loose from Tony's grip. "What is this? You would explain!"

"In a minute charmer," Tony said. He pushed her down in a chair and buckled her up. When he was seated himself, Clint took off with roaring engines.

"Your brother is dead," Tony yelled, trying to out-roar the engine. "But I think I can bring him back! I put him in my suit, which can preserve him for up to seven hours. I shocked his heart back into action and then put him in a chemical coma, feeding him salt and vitamins and all the things he needs to stay alive. See, a brain can go sixteen minutes without oxygen, and everything up to four minutes is ideal, and seven minutes passed between me putting him in the suit and him dying. I hope, at least. I don't know. See, the Pandora has already started preservation and I believe the cause of death have to do with his lungs and heart. The suit pressure pumps the blood through his body and the suit sort of forces him to breathe. It's kinda hard to explain to people who are not as intelligent as me."

Wanda opened her mouth to pass a snarky remark when Clint make a noise and flicked some buttons. "We reached altitude,"

"Autopilot engaged," Friday said.

"I miss JARVIS," Clint sighed.

"Don't be a bitch about it," There was a short pause. "…Sir."

Tony chuckled, already at his keyboard. "She still has some glitches,"

He turned to Wanda. "You there, do your witch thing on him, check him for brain activity… and whoops! Beat you! It's gonna be a real surprise though, because after four minutes too many cells die and the brain suffers severe damage because too many cells die off. But, I am a genius and you are a twin, so I think together with the best doctor in the world, whom I know of course know personally. Veronica dear, can you get doctor Kennedy on the phone for me dear?"

"On it Mr. Stark."

He grinned.

"Are you enjoying the game you're playing, Stark?" Wanda said disdainful.

"You know, you say Stark like it's not the name of the man who's about to save your brother," Tony said, jamming the keyboard with inhumane speed.

"I say it like it's the name of the man who killed my parents," Wanda said. "And I am not a witch."

"I don't want to interfere or anything," Clint said. "But I think you need to lay down the mojo. Your mind control thing is interfering with my systems."

"Mr. Stark," Friday said. "I have doctor Kennedy on the phone for you."

"Cool," Tony said as he picked up the horn. "Theresa?"

"What's wrong? Your assistant was, uhm, persistent. What happened to JARVIS?"

"JARVIS is busy saving the world," Tony smiled. "Where are you?"

"Why, are you going to ask me out?"

"No, but I have a severely injured team member." Tony said.

"How severe?" Theresa asked.

"Well, he's not death yet. Technically."

"Tony I am not a miracle worker." Theresa sighed. "So hold your goddamn horses."

"I got the Cradle at the HQ in New York."

"Cho's Cradle?"

"Yes," Tony nodded, "I checked, and he has no more bullets in him. I put him in my suit."

"The Pandora mode?" Theresa asked. "Are you sure?"

"I cannot be sure, but we can try."

"We need a donor, blood, maybe even organ tissue." Theresa sighed. "Just putting him in the cradle won't do it."

"He has a twin," Tony shrugged. "And she's sitting next to me."

"I can be at the HQ in three hours," Theresa said. "If I leave now."

"Three hours?!" Tony frowned. "We are at the HQ in," he checked his watch, "Ninety minutes?"

"Unlike you, I don't have a private jet." Theresa chuckled.

"I'll get you one. What's your nearest airport?" Tony got his phone out of his pocket.

"Reagan in DC." Theresa said.

"I'll send additional info to your phone. Get your ass over there. Wheels up in thirty. Get a cab, get Starbucks. I don't care, bill me."

"See you in New York." Theresa said, and she hung up the phone.

"Friday, you got me there?"

"I have alerted Ronald Reagan airport of the urgency of the situation and the moment doctor Kennedy arrives they will screen her and get her to New York ASAP."

"Friday," Tony grinned. "What would I do without you?"

"Use JARVIS."

Clint chuckled. "Dang Tony, would you like some ice to cool that sick burn?"

"Shut up birdie." Tony growled. He sat back down in a chair again. "All we can do now is hope we get there in time."

"He's dreaming," Wanda said, with tears in her eyes. "I can feel him. But his dreams, they don't feel like him. They don't feel like his consciousness usually feels."

"We're doing everything we can," Tony said. "I'm doing everything I can,"

"I appreciate your efforts, but what if he wakes up and he's not my brother anymore?" Wanda asked.

"We'll worry about that when he wakes up," Tony said, and he got up again to check Pietro's vitals.

…

They arrived at the HQ an hour later, forty minutes ahead of schedule. Doctor Kennedy was already sitting inside Banners lab, running around the Cradle with three tablets in her hand and a laptop on the table.

"I got him here," Tony said. "We need to get him out of the suit and into the Cradle quickly. The suit is keeping him alive."

"I've set up everything," Doctor Kennedy said, "Let's do this."

Tony walked up to his suit and held his hands out, but before he gave an order, he turned to Wanda. "You might want to close your eyes, Maximoff. He's been through a lot."

Wanda's jaw set, but she turned around anyway. She didn't want to admit it, but she didn't want to see the bloody marks on her brothers torso. There was a myth that twins could feel each other's well being, and she was already sick to the stomach.

"Disengage." Tony ordered. There was the metallic sound of the suit pulling itself from Pietro and Tony was just in time to catch the boy and lift him to the Cradle.

"You're a big boy!" Tony said, grinning. He put Pietro down and doctor Kennedy quickly hooked him up. She pressed a couple buttons and the latch of the Cradle closed.

Kennedy walked up to the laptop and started hacking a code in.

"How's Cho doing?" Tony asked.

"Well, she's hurt pretty bad, but she'll make it." Kennedy mumbled distracted.

"Can I help you?" Tony asked.

"Get everyone out." The doctor looked up and grinned. "And get me a pumpkin spice latte. Whole milk, two pumps caramel and extra cream."

Tony nodded. "You heard the doctor, everyone out."

Clint started to get up, but Wanda didn't move. She even sat down. "I'm not moving." She said. "I won't speak. I promise."

Theresa nodded. "She can stay, no problem. I might need some tissue samples of her to fix Pietro's organ damage."

"Do you want something too?" Tony asked, but Wanda ignored him. "Suit yourself."

"And now we start to dance," Theresa mumbled.

Tony quickly went to get the order at the Starbucks, strategically placed across Avenger Tower. It served everyone's favorite seasonal drinks, including the Pumpkin Spice Latte, which was Natasha's favorite.

"Mr. Stark, how can I help you?" the young girl behind the counter smiled.

"Uhm, a Pumpkin Spice with whole milk, two pumps caramel and extra cream." Tony said. Now that everything slowed down to a halt, he felt how tired he was. He'd been so busy with Pietro, and not getting killed himself…

He rolled his shoulders, cracked his knuckles and patiently waited for his order to be called. He was glad it wasn't very busy, because if he would have to wait long he suspected he would fall asleep.

"PSL whole milk extra caramel extra cream for Mr. Stark!" the barista called.

Tony went up to get his drink and the boy smiled. "Miss Romanoff in a mood again?"

Tony smiled; "Something like that…"

He walked back to the HQ, to drop off the coffee at doctor Kennedy and offer Wanda a place to sleep, but they both looked very focused and Tony didn't dare to disturb them. He put the coffee down and scribbled something on a piece of paper about the location of the guest rooms before wandering off to his own bedroom.

…

When he emerged, a good six hours later, Avenger Tower was a turmoil of people. Pepper had arrived a couple of hours ago from Stark HQ and the rest of the team had gathered there too. Banner was missing and Romanoff had a couple scratches, but everyone was fine.

Except for Pietro, that was.

Kennedy got him ticking again, and the Cradle was currently buzzing with life, trying to fix Pietro's internal damage, and Wanda was sitting on top of it, red strings dancing around her hands and her eyes glowed a dark red.

"Don't disturb her," Kennedy whispered. "She needs to concentrate."

Tony shrugged and turned around, joining the rest for silent coffee sipping and blank staring.

It took three more hours for doctor Kennedy and Wanda to emerge from Banner's lab.

"Is there a more suitable place where we can set Pietro up?" Kennedy asked. "He's not safe yet and we'll have to see how he wakes up."

"We can put him in one of the extra guestrooms," Tony proposed.

They quickly moved Pietro, which proved to be quite the mission since he was now out of the Cradle and hooked up to lots of machinery.

"Is he gonna make it?" Tony asked. He was dragging the IV behind him.

"He's conscious," Wanda said. "He's just, sleeping."

She was holding his hand tightly, as if she feared that when she slacked off for a second he'd be gone again.

…

Things slowly went back to normal again, Barton went home and little Nathanial Pietro was born. Avenger tower was slowly restored to how it was before Ultron wrecked the place.

And all that time, Wanda was sitting next to Pietro, holding his hand, only leaving the room to go to the bathroom. Eventually, Tony gave up on asking her to stretch her legs or join them for dinner and just brought meals up to her room and put up an extra bed in Pietro's room.

After two weeks, Wanda started to get desperate. She felt her brother's consciousness, she knew he was there under a think foggy blanket of sleep, but he wouldn't get out of it. Okay, he nearly died and he needed to recover, but the Cradle had done most of the work.

Tony had warned Wanda that Pietro might come out different, or with memory loss, or not at all, but Wanda wouldn't give up.

One night, when it was slowly getting dark, and Wanda was turning on the lights when her brother started stirring.

"W-Wanda?"

Wanda was at his side in mere seconds. "Pietro?"

"What happened?" He said.

Wanda kissed his forehead. "Don't speak, you need to rest,"

"Did I die?" Pietro asked.

"Nearly." Wanda said. "But you're gonna be fine."

She tangled her fingers in his dirty hair, on the verge of sobbing. She was so glad that her brother was back again. The full impact of his consciousness arose, not entirely out from under this thick layer of sleep, but there again, for Wanda to latch onto.

Pietro laughed, raspy and throaty, but he laughed.