Disclaimer: Kim Possible, owned by Disney. Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes, also owned by Disney.
Author's Notes: Okay, this idea has been kicking around in my head for awhile, but I never got around to actually posting it here. I may add more to it if people like it, but I've got two major projects here that got my attention...that being my WoA series and "Where Blood, Silver, Gold, and Opportunity Flow". But, as someone suggested, I should at least try to get this plot bunny out of my system.
Author's Notes II: And first, a small confession. I was never a big fan of KP. I felt like my brain cells were starting to degrade whenever I watched an episode. However, I will admit I did like Shego. That being said, she won't be in this fic much. In fact, only Drakken will be in this fic. Also, this is story is a crossover with 2010-2011 animated series of "Avenger's Earth's Mightiest Heroes" and not the piece of shit known as "Avengers Assemble" which sucks as an animated series. Yeah, I know, that's just my opinion, but I'm letting you know where I stand. Also, I am not a big fan of Tony Stark and haven't been since the first Civil War Marvel event where I decided that Stark, Richards, Pym, and Ms. Marvel (the Carol Danver version not Kamala Khan) were assholes. So don't be surprised if Tony comes off like an arrogant and egotistical douche-bag that is high on himself...oh wait, that IS Tony Stark.
Author's Notes III: This is set around the beginning of season 1 of "Avengers: EMH". This is why Ultron is around and he's not the psychotic murder machine we grew to love...yet. And yes, while I know there is an EMH crossover category, it is pretty much dead and not many people go there. So that is why it's put here in the general Avengers comic section.
Whenever he has this dream, it's always the same.
The same smokey facility, the same metal tang of burning ozone in the air.
The same stinging pain from the wounds on his chest and arms.
The same familiar taste of his own blood and bile in his mouth as it goes down his throat.
The same lack of visibility in the burning room with only the light of burning computer consoles and the bizarre glowing blue-white orb flashing ominously.
And the same familiar banging on a door and the muffled cry of a female voice.
"Doc! NO! Please, don't do this!"
A glance in the direction shows an attractive woman with long black hair with peculiar greenish skin staring through the safety of a reinforced window of a heavy airlock door. There are tears in her eyes as she begs for him to stop.
And then there's the regret as he hears his own voice. "I'm sorry, Shannon, there's no other way."
And then there's the fateful entry of a code on some device that he picks up and runs with...straight into the blue white orb that momentarily starts to burn his body before the device he is holding detonates.
And then…
He wakes up.
He's lying on the bed of his cell, staring up at the ceiling, still trying to remember the details of this particular dream and why it, unlike other dreams he's had since arriving here, means something. At least that's what he kept hoping. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember more. Hell, all he could remember was his name, and he wasn't even sure if that was real.
"Drakken, is everything alright?" asked a smooth synthesized male voice.
The man called Drakken glanced at the doorway of his cell where a humanoid machine stood in front of the cell's forcefield. "Yes, Ultron, I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" the AI asked, tilting it's head slightly. "Your heart-rate and breathing became irregular and you were repeating the same thing over and over. Was it another nightmare?"
Drakken shook his head as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. "No, just the same dream I have occasionally every few nights." He stretched out his arms and yawned. "So, what time is it?"
"It is four-thirty two AM," Ultron replied. "Approximately twenty seven minutes and fourteen seconds before your usual wake up time."
"Thank you," Drakken said as he got up out of his bed. "I'll go ahead and hit the treadmill for a bit and take a shower. I'll take breakfast at my usual time, though."
"Very well. I am supposed to remind you that your presence will be required in Lab 27 today after breakfast."
Drakken rolled his eyes. "Great, more weapon tinkering," he muttered. "Let me guess, Fury has another toy for me he wants me to break down and figure out for him?"
"Well, I wouldn't call it a toy, but the R&D team claims to have come up with a working copy of Stark's arc reactor technology."
Drakken couldn't help snickering at that as he walked over to a small dresser and pulled out a pair of sweat pants. "Yeah, and we know how the last three attempts went." After the sweats, he pulled on a pair of running shoes and then walked over to a corner of his cell where a treadmill stood. He set it for his usual four mile run and started at a light pace. "Hey, Ultron?"
"Yes, Drakken?"
"Can you possibly set up a session with Hank Pym for me?"
"I will see what I can do, though it might be later in the day," the robot replied. "He's been having problems with a recently acquired resident."
"Have they figured out where they are yet?" Drakken asked in amusement as he picked up the pace in his jogging, the treadmill automatically adjusting to the new pace.
"Not yet."
"Heh, he's in for a shock."
"Perhaps, some react better than others. Your reaction was most peculiar."
Drakken slowed his pace down a little before coming to a stop so he could turn to reface the machine. "Ultron, I have no memory of who I was, fragments of something I can't fully remember, and yet I have vast scientific knowledge that allows me to understand how most of the technology around here works and I don't know how or why I know this. Believe me, I find that situation more bothersome than learning that I'm living in a miniaturized environment."
Ultron stared at him for a moment before nodding in agreement. "I suppose the gravity of one situation would outweigh the other, especially in regard to yours."
"Is that sarcasm I hear?" Drakken asked.
"No," Ulton replied. "Merely an observation, Doctor Pym hasn't programmed me to be sarcastic."
"You could always learn it."
"It would be a waste of time." There was a pause, and for a moment, Drakken thought he heard amusement in the AI's voice. "And it would be beneath me."
Drakken couldn't help smirking at that. "Well, you got arrogance down."
"What can I say, I got that from my creator," Ultron countered.
"Ah-ha!" Drakken exclaimed. "There's the sarcasm!"
The Ultron construct shook its head. "No, just simple truth." Oh yeah, there was definite a hint of smugness in its voice. "I will return at seven with your breakfast. Until then, Drakken."
The robot walked off and Drakken resumed his workout, focusing on his thoughts as he continued to run, occasionally glancing around at his little "suite" in the facility. It was almost like a hotel room, complete with a bathroom that consisted of a toilet, sink, and shower. There was a bed in one corner with a dresser alongside it and a Desk against another wall that had a small laptop computer and a desk lamp.
The treadmill was requested item by Drakken after his first few days. He justified it by saying he didn't want his body to fatten up while he just sat around or just did things in a lab. Director Fury only reluctantly agreed to it after talking to Hank Pym.
Overall, as far as prisons go, this wasn't as bad as…
As bad as what?
For a moment, blurry images flickered through his mind, he could hear voices and see silhouettes of people he should recognize. More blurry images of events, but nothing made sense, and they would vanish almost immediately as they appeared.
Dammit, he mentally screamed, his rage fueling a sudden burst of adrenaline that increased his speed on the treadmill.
Why can't I remember?
The dream replayed quickly through his head.
"I'm sorry, Shannon, there's no other way."
He suddenly stopped and almost fell off the treadmill, but he managed to grab a hold of the rails and retain his balance. However, the realization still left him stunned.
Shannon, the woman's name was Shannon. He never remembered that detail before.
Okay, one mystery solved, but that only created new questions.
Who the hell was Shannon and why was she important?