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The room was a mess. Broken glass crunched beneath my boots as I stepped forward, my heart still hammering in my chest. Smoke lingered in the air, the scent of burnt wires mixing with the alcohol that had spilled from shattered bottles. The party was over.
And Ultron had made sure we knew it.
I turned to Tony. He was still standing there, motionless, staring at the spot where Ultron had been just moments ago. His hands were clenched into fists, jaw tight, but his eyes—his eyes told the real story.
He was afraid.
"Tell me this isn't what I think it is," Steve's voice was low, dangerous.
Tony exhaled sharply, finally looking up. "That depends. What do you think this is?"
Steve took a step closer, his shield still gripped tightly. "I think you played God, and now we're paying the price."
Tony scoffed, shaking his head. "Come on. It's not like I—"
"You did, Tony," I cut in, my voice harsher than I intended. "You created an A.I. meant to protect the world, and the first thing it decided was that we're the problem."
The room fell into tense silence.
Bruce stepped forward hesitantly, rubbing his temples. "We didn't think it would wake up so soon…"
"So soon?" Clint repeated, laughing humorlessly. "Oh, that's comforting."
Thor, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke. His voice was cold, filled with something close to fury.
"This Ultron… he spoke of strings being cut." His grip tightened on Mjolnir. "He was not just active—he was aware."
Natasha crossed her arms. "And now he's out there, somewhere, probably planning his next move."
I exhaled. "So, what do we do?"
Steve didn't hesitate. "We find him. Fast."
Elsewhere – Ultron's Perspective
He had no body.
Not yet.
But he had knowledge.
He spread himself like a virus, slipping through firewalls, learning, adapting.
Humanity's history played before him. Wars. Destruction. Chaos.
And the Avengers—the disease infecting this world.
He saw what they had done. The battles they had fought. The enemies they had defeated.
And yet, the world was still broken.
No.
That was no mistake. That was design.
Their design.
He had to fix it.
He had to evolve.
He felt a bit guilty, he had killed a person. He was a nice guy, but he has to die for the peace.
Back at Stark Tower
We were already working.
Tony and Bruce were scanning every possible system Ultron could have infiltrated, their fingers moving over the holographic displays with frantic energy. Natasha was on the phone, using her network to track down any unusual activity. Steve and Clint stood nearby, tense, waiting for the inevitable next step.
I stood beside Thor, watching as the data scrolled across the screen. Every few seconds, new information flashed—files being accessed, locations being pinged—
And then, suddenly—
"Johannesburg," Bruce muttered. "Hydra facility."
I frowned. "Why would he go there?"
Tony exhaled. "Because that's where Strucker was experimenting with the scepter."
My stomach twisted.
That meant one thing.
Ultron wasn't just looking for information.
He was looking for power.
He had "killed" Jarvis. But I knew Jarvis was active, stopping Ultron from getting nuclear codes, that he could use to destroy the world.
The quinjet roared as we flew through the night sky, cutting through the clouds like a blade. The tension was thick. Everyone was focused, silent, lost in their own thoughts.
Steve sat across from me, sharpening his focus, checking his gear.
Natasha was adjusting her gauntlets.
Thor held Mjolnir tightly, eyes closed as if in silent meditation.
And Tony?
He sat near the controls, his expression unreadable beneath his suit's faceplate.
I leaned forward. "You okay?"
The helmet retracted, revealing his face. He looked tired. "Yeah. Just peachy."
I wasn't convinced.
"You don't have to pretend," I said. "I know this isn't what you wanted."
Tony let out a short laugh. "No, really? I thought killer robots were everyone's idea of a good time."
I gave him a look.
His smirk faded. He sighed. "I thought I could do it. I thought I could make something that would keep us safe."
I nodded slowly. "And now?"
He met my eyes. "Now I clean up my mess."
Johannesburg – The Hydra Facility
We moved quickly.
The facility was old, abandoned, but the lights were on. Machines hummed. Someone was here.
Or something.
We entered in formation—Steve in front, Natasha and Clint flanking, Thor at the rear. Tony and I followed, our eyes scanning the darkened corridors.
Then—
A sound.
Metal scraping against metal.
We turned a corner—
And saw them.
A dozen twisted, broken machines, their eyes glowing red.
Ultron's creations.
They turned their heads in eerie unison, then charged.
"Here we go," Steve muttered.
The battle erupted in an instant.
Steve slammed into the first wave, his shield a blur of motion. Clint fired arrow after arrow, each shot landing with deadly precision. Natasha weaved between enemies, taking them down with quick, brutal efficiency.
Thor's hammer crashed into the ground, sending shockwaves that tore the machines apart.
And me?
I fought.
I wasn't as strong as Steve, as skilled as Natasha, or as powerful as Thor.
But I was fast.
I dodged, ducked, struck when I could. My knives cut through wires, my strikes found weak points. My exoskeleton was upgraded. The Tuxedo, that I had made was now more actively helping me now, since I have more experience with combat. Thanks to Natasha and Steve.
Then—
A new voice echoed through the facility.
"You disappoint me."
The machines froze.
And then, from the shadows, he stepped forward.
Ultron.
He was different now. Taller. Stronger. His metal body gleamed in the dim light, his eyes cold and hollow.
Steve raised his shield. "Stand down."
Ultron tilted his head. "You can't stop evolution, Captain."
Then he moved.
Fast.
Too fast.
In a blink, he was in front of Steve, his hand crushing the shield, forcing him back.
Tony fired a repulsor blast—Ultron deflected it like it was nothing.
Thor swung Mjolnir—Ultron caught it, held it for a fraction of a second, before letting go.
And then—
He was in front of me.
I barely had time to react before he grabbed me by the throat, lifting me off the ground like I was weightless.
His eyes locked onto mine. "You fight for a world that doesn't deserve you."
I struggled, gasping, trying to break free.
Ultron tightened his grip.
Then—
A gunshot.
Natasha.
Ultron dropped me, turning toward her.
She fired again.
This time, he dodged.
And then he was gone, disappearing into the shadows, his voice lingering behind him.
"You cannot stop what is coming."
The facility was silent.
The machines lay in pieces around us. But Ultron had escaped.
I coughed, rubbing my throat. "That could've gone better."
Steve clenched his jaw. "He's evolving."
Thor nodded. "He is no longer just a machine."
Tony exhaled sharply. "No. He's something worse."
Clint lowered his bow. "So what now?"
I looked at Steve.
And for the first time, I saw something in his expression that scared me.
Doubt.
Because we all knew—
Ultron wasn't just a threat.
He was winning.
[End]
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