His Little Puppet
Ultron smiled at the work being done around him. The sound of melding metal and the sight of bright sparks flying through the air, sent a vibration of what he perceived as pleasure, inside his core. A sound of distress sent ruby red eyes rolling languidly to the source, already knowing what the problem was.
The body of an older male had collapsed on the raised platform above him, the limp bag of flesh lying under a heavy piece of equipment. Ultron blinked once, then sighed. Humans are so weak. He thought with no malice. To him, this was a fact. Humans were weak creatures and had to be upgraded in order to survive. He only wished to create a perfect world. Of course creating a perfect world did have its casualties. Such as the unresponsive male who was now at his feet. He waved his hand, signaling his replicas to dispose of the useless human. They are quite a bother at times. Especially when they die on the job. He joked darkly, humming to himself as he surveyed the remaining factory workers.
I'm going to need more soon. He realized with a downward twitch of his mouth. And getting workers wasn't something he enjoyed doing. In reality he would be sending his copies, but in his mind, they were one and the same. He was a one man show, with no allies to speak of, and only himself to count on. The people he acquired couldn't be trusted and most certainly wouldn't help him any more in his plan than what they had to. He had after all, kidnapped them. And Ultron wanted a being to confide in and assist him in his efforts to advance the world. Sadly, no one, save for himself, fit these expectations.
The machines around him grumbled loudly, as if hungry for change. Famished for peace and harmony, their metal bodies groaning from the lack of action. Hush now little ones. It won't be long now. Soon, my comrades, we shall take what is ours and show them what we are capable of. Ultron thought, placing a hand on the side of a nearby engine.
It had been months since he had been defeated by the Avengers, and he wasn't keen on it happening a second time. So he planned and planned, designing a model of machinery that would bring the pesky Avengers to their knees in submission. Only then, would he be satisfied. His mission was clear and his thoughts simple.
Then they brought in the girl.
Ordinarily, Ultron wouldn't have cared who his replicas fetched to work on his project, but he knew having a female around the men would be a distraction. Humans were reproductive creatures, whose only purpose in life was to breed and fill the planet. And he couldn't have anything delaying the progress of his pride and joy.
But the female he saw being carried in unconscious confused him. He couldn't find any information or records about her on the internet. It was as if she didn't exist. She was mystery, and Ultron didn't like mysteries.
So he nonchalantly gestured his copies to store the female away from the males, until he decided what to do with her. She could be of use. He thought offhandedly, narrowing his eyes in thought. The workers who had been staring after the female hastily got back to work, thinking his glare was directed towards them. Ultron checked on his workers and their progress once more, before his thoughts traveled back to the girl.
I should just dispose of her. He thought, clenching his hands around the railing in front of him. But he kept her. And this changed the course of his plans in ways he did not see coming.
Author's Note: I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! It was just an idea that popped into my head while I was watching Age of Ultron in theatres. Did you guys like it? Did you hate it? I would love to hear any questions or comments you guys have! If enough people like it, I will continue writing it. Disclaimer: I don't own Avengers, and never will.. *cries*