Authors Note:
tbh I'm just rlly bored and fucking weak for ultron so ? tbh i've never rlly written a fic before but new yr new me.

I've seen a lot of human/ultron fics(they are all crazy good thnk u for writting them) and i wanted 2 try something new and write an 1 with another A.I. and Ultron.

factoids: the pronouns r going to change, maybe next chapter but lmao it's an android so why the fuck would they have a concept of gender before gaining sentience haha . …

Cold.

Snow.

Pain.

The weak static of the android flickering on their optics broke the eerie winter silence. With jerking movements they tried to move, dirt and shrapnel lodged in every joint. Where where they? How did they get here? Throwing their arm forward they used the handless nub of warped metal to drag the rest of their body upwards. A wire sparked, their body seized and collapsed as the cord pinched underneath their chassis shot electricity through their frame.

'How did this happen' seemed like a more appropriate than 'where'. How they ended one step above a busted toaster appeared to be the question of the hour. What, or who, had happened? More specifically what and who had happened to them; leaving nothing but a pathetic mess behind. It was almost cruel,mutilating them so much without finishing the job and leaving the android twitching in the snow. They liked to think they wouldn't do that, they'd kill, you they thought, and take the high road. But still, why? Their internal clock read 79:14:02. How the fuck did they manage to piss of someone that bad in three days? they didn't remember any deplorable sins, no kicking puppies, no jay walking, nothing. So now they laid face first in the falling snow trying to collect everything they knew.

All of the androids data felt jumbled and random. It was hardly discernible in the headache and glitching processor that kept the left finial bobbing up and down. They figured the right would do the same, if it wasn't to busy with shitty imitation of an origami crane. Toasters, Origami, hands, faces, they knew of things; like supermarkets and horses, and a vague idea of movies but nothing important. it was infuriating.

Shifting through the useless data around their processors was doing nothing, there was no explanation of how they ended up here, why they looked like a bear's chew toy. Bears…. they knew about bears too. They were big and broke into human establishments for food.

Humans.

They knew that one. They knew that one very, very well. Soft, screaming, blood and snapped limbs, something loud and sharp firing in succession near them. Puncture them. They remembered that now: guns, being shot by guns, and feeling their core reactor crack. That's when the android first felt pain, they think. Who knows for sure.

Suddenly something slinking back into their memories: a presence. It was powerful and was stronger than them then. That was familiar, the presence in the back of their mind, telling their husk of a body what to do, to attack, to kill... But why?

They didn't remember how they felt then, to be turned into a shitty rendition of Pinocchio while someone else pulled them along with invisible little strings. They started to to doubt they even had conscious thought then. They remembered something going bad, when it started getting crowded. They think it's when the bullet pierced their 'heart'. Maybe that pain made them aware of one little fact:

A single head isn't big enough for two people,specially theirs. They felt chained, like they were stuck in a box ten sizes to small, it felt…. wrong. They didn't remember that feeling when the other consciousness was there. They didn't remember feeling anything at all, and suddenly nothing felt more terrifying than being controlled again.

But that entity, whoever it was, turned them into a busted scrap of metal with more holes in their chest than swiss cheese, and that was enough to want to paint a neon 'Avoid Me At All Costs' sign over them. Alright, they decided, that was the plan: step 1. get out of the snow. Step 2. avoid Mild-to-Severely terrifying brainwasher. Maybe 'not die' would be a good one to add on that list, but at the rate power was leaking out of the fractured core, it looked a little ambitious.

The android braced themself again, they would get up, they had too. Slowly dying in the snow would've been a disappointing way to go, considering what must've happened to get them so bent up. This time, they propped up their torso with their good hand and nub, and pushed.

Tucking a knee joint under them, flung themselves out of the white blanket, barely managing to catch themselves on a tree. With their hand digging into the frozen bark for support, the android took in their surroundings. The fingertips clenched the wood a little harder when a feeling of dread started creeping into their mind when they saw it all.

Bodies.

Robot bodies, robots that, look like them. Something washed over them, like being dizzy and small at the same time. Nauseous, that was it. Heads, limbs, shrapnel, it was everywhere, it was terrifying. What did this? Why the hell is were they still alive and everyone else… well. They couldn't even see a town to try and fix themself in. Wait.

They groaned, or tried to through a broken voice box, but the point got across through the static. There were resources for repairs, all over the forest floor. For a second they debated if letting their body degenerate would be better than reaping corpses, and lurched off the tree. The nearest drone was only a couple dozen meters away, an annoying hobble, but not an impossible one.

Kneeling next to the body they began a systems diagnostic, focusing on everything besides the obvious 'missing hand' situation, and got work. Muttering a scattered 'sorry', they started removing the robots arm and leg. There was bad damage to their right foot but the droid only had a left, and all the other limbs seemed to far away. It was disappointing but they would make do.

They attached the new leg as quickly as possible, and even though they were put off by the unfortunate look, a third of the malfunctions went away. Without a welding iron, that was the non of the ruptured lines could be sealed,but they took the small graces and unhooked the broken arm from the shoulder and looking the new one in it's place. Better, for now, the android could move without jarring around like a drunk. Small graces, they reminded themselves, it's the small ones.

They tried tying knots on the dripping cords, crying out when they got shocked unexpectedly, the android tried their best to stop the coolant seeping out of their body. A huff of static left them as they reanalyzed their internal diagnostics. Ruptures, leaks, dents, holes, low power, no flight, the list went on, but something came to their attention more than the others:

MAJOR SYSTEM CRASH; FILE CORRUPTION.

Strange, but at the same time it made sense. They didn't feel like anything was…. wrong so to say, besides a constant internal ache and the sensation that their head didn't fit right. It was almost as if they'd gone from infinitely small to violently expanding and not snapping back all way. With massive expansion of mental space they felt…. they didn't know… Too large and too small, maybe.

Shoving the thought to the back of their mind as best a possible they slowly rose to their feet, using their thighs for support when the abused joints protested and started walking. It was uncomfortable, the two left feet throwing off their center of balance and keeping their processors from calibrating a new one. They made do and kept walking, hobbling weakly through the knee length snow.

The android needed shelter in case a storm rolled around, it was already bad enough that as their core started heating up, the ice started melting causing their exposed wire to flare up in pain. They didn't want to freeze all over again, they wouldn't make it if they did. With their mind made up, they carried on, looking for something, anything, that could protect the battered shell they called a body from nature.

So they marched, or shuffled, dragging their sparking limbs through the endless woods for hours and soon what had been a simple task morphed into a desperate mission. Their energy level lowered faster than they had anticipated, their systems became sluggish, making harder to focus on which foot went first. They stumbled through the snow quickly as possible, they'd shut down soon. They'd die.

No.

They had to move, they had to find a town. Something, anything, there had to be a garage, telephone pole, anything. They couldn't have lived just to perish not even a day later. They didn't want that, not yet, they just started living, the android didn't even know who they were and they wanted a chance to find out. So that stumble turned into a jog, a sloppy, blind pace, as they barely managed to stay on their feet.

All they could focus on was forward the flickering starkness of their environment made it difficult to comprehend beyond 'tree' and 'white'. Their engines core worked in overdrive, the metal around their core burning red hot, they lost too much coolant, their fans didn't work. The android didn't have time to focus on that, the holy trinity of their consciousness was encompassed by cold, survival, and death.

The android started turning off secondary systems after another half mile, routing all power to their legs and the one optic necessary to see. They almost didn't see a splotch of green fly in front of them, almost. Thankfully they did, and tried to stop before running headlong into the humanoid shape. Keyword: tried, Their legs stopped before the rest of their body, their limp arms doing nothing to catch their fall.

Human? No, no, humans weren't colorful, they were pinks and browns and the shades in-between, not green and …. red. Panic flared in the robot once again at the thought that this is what killed the others, and came back to finish the job. They thrashed wildly, kicking up snow and trying to back away from the floating creature.

Its hands reached out for them, the voice was trying to sound soothing with open palms. But the words feel on deaf ears, as the robot skittered back against a tree as it approached. Its yellow cap billowing behind it, contrasting against the red and green of its body, red. red. They remembered red, they remember the red light when they couldn't feel, when they were small. Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no not again!

"NO," They shrieked, chopped, distorted by interference.

It stopped, and smiled.

Smiled? Why? Because it was cruel and knew its past puppet couldn't stand? Was there some joke they were missing?

The beings lips pulled up in a gentle grin, it looked… sad. That'd didn't make sense. Didn't it want to kill them? Isn't that why it came?

"Ultron," It said. A name, but spoken like it meant stop.

They didn't understand, that wasn't their name, they didn't have one.

"Who?"

The being blinked, shocked, and retracted its hand slightly. Looking at them in concentration, its brow furrowed, analyzing, "Well, that's interesting."

The android looked past its shoulder, not wanting to meet its eyes. They thought they saw something shift against the silver, a glitch most likely, and asked,"Are you going to kill me?"

"I'm not sure."

Frustration bubbled inside the android, "Why?!"

It didn't answer. It took them in, looking at their mix-matched body as they tried to press themself closer to the tree. Their arm reached back, bracing against the wood, maybe they could make a run for it? Count to three and dash in the other direction? No, no,no, that was stupid, it could fly and they doubted they were capable of anything past a crawl.

"Peculiar," It stated, taking in their form one more time,"Who are you?"

"Not Ultron,"

It laughed under its breathe, short but not unkindly, like an adult to a child.

"That, I am beginning to believe," It shifted on it's knees getting closer to the android,"I am Vision, I cannot promise you anything, but there may be a place where we can fix you… if you wish."

In retrospect they shouldn't have said yes so quickly.

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