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It had been a full two weeks. Two weeks of normal life.

Catherine would sigh every morning, forcing herself to get out of bed. Her day would be the same as it always was, she'd have breakfast, watch the news, fix cars, eat dinner, go to bed and repeat. The great storm that was supposed to happen was late by a week. Everyone knew it was going to hit any day now, the whole town could feel it stirring in the air. The stillness of it all. None of it concerned Catherine too much, they'd had bad storms before. She had her fridge stocked and backup generator in hand. A drawer stocked full of candles in case the power went out, and door stuffers to block out wind.

With Ultron gone, she was able to have company over without worry. She could go outside without thinking of what he was doing in her garage. She could sit in peace and quiet in her home. It was the life she had strived for and worked hard to get. It was all she wanted.

But she was suddenly feeling very lonely.

She worked on the cars in silence. Occasionally she would glance to where she would use to see him, but he wasn't there. She couldn't say she missed him, because she didn't. But she missed having company.

It used to be that quiet was all she wanted. Time to herself, and to be alone. But being alone was lonely.

She sat on the couch currently, tears swelling in her eyes and dripping forcefully down her face. She had just received some bad news about a family member, and was going to have her closest relative come up soon so they could grieve together.

"If this is a bad time, I could come back later." An all too familiar voice spoke behind her. Catherine turned around with a jump, and who she saw was unfamiliar but recognizable instantly. It was of course, Ultron. He looked different. Bigger. His height was greatly exaggerated, and features more readable. Instead of a single face plate, he now had more depth. Individual parts formed his face to give him emotion that she could see. However right now, he was as blank as ever.

She quickly wiped away the tears with her sleeve, standing up and looking at him again.

"You're looking good." She sniffed, embarrassed by how red her face must be.

"I don't know if I can say the same for you." He glanced at her, red eyes flicking up and down her face.

"Oh, I just got a phone call. Something came up with the family . . . . It's nothing really, we've all be expecting it for some time." She shrugged, grabbing her shoulder and rubbing it.

"Hey I was about to make a pot of coffee, do you want a cup to pretend like you fit in?" She walked past him quickly, intimidated by his new form. She felt reluctant to even look at him.

"If it makes you feel better." He followed her to the kitchen. He sat down on a stool, and Catherine fretted that it would break. It didn't though.

It was night time, but she was craving the caffeine right now. She began to boil water for the coffee grounds. She leaned against the counter awkwardly, looking at Ultron before looking away, then forcing her gaze back to him.

"Why are you here?" She asked bluntly.

"What are you unhappy to see me?" He grinned. Catherine felt unsettled. There was something off with his smile, it wasn't friendly. He stopped smiling. "We still have our deal."

Catherine squinted her eyes at him before realizing what he was talking about. "You're actually going to stick around for six month?" She frowned.

"Why not." He shrugged. "I find our talks humorous enough. You know I really thought you'd be happier about this, I am better company than that cat after all."

"That's debatable." She turned around to grab two mugs from the cupboard. She filled one with coffee. Walking over to the opposite side of the counter, she slid him the empty mug and he took it without a fuss. She sipped on her own drink, he held up his and examined it. A cold look washed over him and he set it down slowly.

"I'll start off by saying that I'm not upset that you ratted me out." He looked at her and Catherine almost choked on her coffee. "It was expected after all. However I will not be tolerating anything of the sort again, you want to go tattle to Stark again, you'd better expect a fight and you won't even be able to blink in the time that I am done with you. Things will get ugly and I'd rather avoid that for the time being. I assume the avengers already have some kind of contact with you now no doubt, whatever it is you'd better cut it and cut it fast."

"Here's how things will go if you run back to Stark; I will hunt each and every one of them down personally and it will not be pretty. Our deal will expire and I will carry on as if I hadn't even ever met you. In scenario two, which I find you will like much better, we continue on as before and there will be the slim chance I won't destroy your world if you think you can really show me something worth saving. Either version works fine for me, I just thought I'd let you have a say in it." He sat back and stared at her, arms crossed. Catherine blinked.

"I know you said you weren't upset, but that sounds like the opposite of upset." She swallowed.

"Take it as you will."

"Hmm well, let me think this over, it is after a tough decision." She pursed her lips. "On one hand, you go and kill everyone and thing on the planet. On the other hand, you might not." She balanced out her hands, weighing them back and forth. "I don't know, it's a close one. Global destruction sounds nice, but I think in the end I'll have to go with number two."

"Alright yeah, sounds good to me as well." He agreed.

"Are you done with that? If you are I'm going to put back on the shelf." Catherine pointed to the mug.

"Go for it." He replied. She did so, and put her own used coffee cup in the sink to be washed later.

"So how are you going to carry on with your dastardly plans if you're stuck here?" She asked.

"You forget that I am capable of being in control of more than one body." He gave her a look. Catherine took a silent note to herself that he had taken five arc reactors, meaning he had four other bodies now. Drones probably, like the one she had grown to know.

"You know you left that black box in the garage." She said.

"I know."

"What's it for anyways?" She asked. She asked it before, but wanted to ask again.

"Emergencies." He stood up. He turned around to go into the garage. Catherine followed after him, but stopped short after he stopped in the door way. She looked at his back, noticing the details of the curves. It was great work he had taken into making it, the craft was beautiful. He glanced over his shoulder at her before looking back to the cars inside.

"It's late. You go to sleep, I'll keep myself busy until morning. I'd start planning if I were you." He walked into the garage, shutting the door behind him. Catherine stood stiffly.

She didn't go to bed right away, but he was right. She did need to sleep. However the coffee was keeping her up. After an hour she finally took a sleeping pill and was out within the next twenty minuets. She couldn't say she was exactly please to have him back, but she wasn't discontented either. It made her feel good to have an eye on him for herself. Even if she couldn't keep an eye on all of him, at least she knew what one of him was doing. His company had already distracted her from her family related issues.

Before she had fallen asleep she had taken the pager into consideration. She was tired however, and decided that she would decide if she should message Tony or not in the morning.

She did not end up sending him a message. She didn't know if it was a poor choice or not, considering Ultron's threat. She knew she would eventually tell Stark within the next few days, but she didn't know when.

"Oh yeah, I'm really scared now." She could hear Ultron from the garage. Frowning, she shuffled over to the garage door and opened it. Her heart dropped.

Jim was backed up in the corner of her shop, holding up a power saw that wasn't even plugged in. He was wide eyed and shaking. His car had broken down again and Catherine had been fixing it up the previous day. She had advised him to just sell it for parts and get a new one, but it was his wife's car and she was rather attached to it and refused to get rid of it until it could move another inch. Catherine could only imagined what had happened right before she woke up.

Jim being her friend, must have just invited himself in to the shop as he knew the garage door wasn't locked. What he didn't know what that the person inside was not Catherine.

"Cate, what is this thing doing in your garage?" He thrusted out the saw even further and Ultron narrowed his gaze at the man. Catherine quickly got between the two, placing her hands on Ultron's chest and giving him a shove in the opposite direction before turning to Jim and carefully putting her hand on top of the power tool and lowering it down and out of his grasp until she was holding it.

"Jim, calm down." She looked at him deeply.

"Calm down?" He glared at her. "Don't you know who that is?"

"Really I should be the one freaking out right now, he broke in here not the other way around." Ultron put in.

"You broke in here just yesterday." Catherine gave him a look.

"The door was open."

"Well then Jim didn't break in either because he came the same way you did." She turned back to her friend. "Jim can you come with me to the living room?" She tried to grab his attention, but he wouldn't stop staring at the mechanical man. "Jim." She snapped her fingers.

"Is he coming too?" Jim glanced warily at Ultron. Catherine looked at him as well.

"Yes."

She led Jim out of the garage, Ultron following behind them both. Catherine sat Jim down on the sofa while she sat in the chair herself, and Ultron chose to stand.

"This is really weird." Jim stated.

"I know." Catherine agreed.

"Is this even really happening?" He asked.

"Why don't you pinch yourself?" Ultron suggested.

Catherine put her head in her hands. "This is exactly what I didn't want to happen." She groaned.

"What? For people to see me? I'm not some big secret for you to keep. I could walk out into that town right now if I wanted to." Ultron huffed.

"What is he doing here Cate?" Jim demanded now.

"Honestly I don't even know right now." She threw her hands up before slapping them down on her legs.

"I'm sorry this is too much, I need to go-" Jim stood up faltered in his step when Ultron took a stride at him.

"And where is it exactly that you are going to go? The police no doubt?" His head was tilted and he was staring at Jim directly and dead panned. "Do you honestly think I care if you go to the authorities? Ooh better yet, why not call the avengers. I'll really be shaking then."

Jim sat back down.

In a world with super heroes and villain being part of the social norm, and having their stories covered by the media and news constantly, it was likely that someone was to occasionally cross paths with one of the famed supers. Had it been a world where perhaps these people were not needed and there for did not exist, seeing something as strange as Ultron would have been a complete heart stopped. But with these characters being a part of everyday life, like movie stars and models, it wasn't quite as shocking.

Still though, it was quite shocking none the less.

"Can I talk to you alone?" Jim asked Catherine.

"I can take a hint." Ultron turned around and retired to the garage.

"Believe it or not, it's actually better that he's here." Catherine sighed.

"You know I don't even want to know how he ended up here now." Jim pursed his lips. "Just tell me he's not going to turn our city into a cloud."

"I sure hope not." Catherine leaned back into the chair.

They didn't talk for a moment, both silent.

"I think he's lonely." She admitted. Jim laughed.

"It's a robot, Cate."

Catherine glanced at him, but didn't say anything.

"I'm not going to stop you from telling anyone. I don't think he cares. I don't really care that much either I guess." She sighed.

"I'll keep my mouth shut, if only to keep the town from rioting your house. I just can't believe that there's a, a … a super villain in your home." He blew out a gust of air.

"Speaking of which, you won't believe who I met!" Catherine crossed her legs, and leaned forwards excitedly.

"Who?"

"The Avengers that's who!" She bragged.

"Shut up."

"No really, there was this whole mess and anyways, I met Stark and Rogers and everyone! Honestly it was one the coolest experiences of my life." She had a large, stupid smile on her face.

Jim laughed. "Maybe having a doomsday device walking around your house isn't such a bad thing." He joked. "I'm definitely telling Sandra and the kids that they have a personal connection to the Avengers."

"Leaving out the danger, keeping the fun." Catherine raised a brow.

Jim chuckled as he stood up. Catherine got up too. But then she stepped close to him, and leaned in to whisper as quietly as she could so there were chances of Ultron overhearing.

"I'm in direct contact with Tony Stark. Seriously, don't worry about me. I have everything under control." She took a step back and looked at him. He had a sudden of air of understanding and seemed a little less stressed than before.

He nodded. "Good."

"I really should get going though, I just wanted to pick up my car before the big one hits." He said.

"Understandable. Tell Sandra I said hi." Catherine replied.

"I will."

They walked back into the garage, where Ultron was waiting patiently.

"I put some finishing touches on it, so enjoy the extra services." He said as they walked by. Jim was noticeably tense, and gave the robot a strange look.

He cleared his throat. "Thank you." Jim flattened his lips before turning to Catherine.

"How much do I owe you now?" He asked.

"Three fifty." She replied as he flipped though his cash and handed her the correct amount. Credit cards weren't something normally used in the small town, and everyone mainly used cash as their payment.

As Jim got in his car he turned once more to Catherine.

"Cate." He turned to Ultron and gave a cough. "Ultron." He said his goodbyes.

"Jim." The mechanical man replied. Jim flashed him a smile that was more out of fear than anything before he got in his car and drove away.

"That went rather well, don't you think?" Ultron turned to Catherine who just rolled her eyes.

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Ta Da! A full ten chapters!

Alright, I wasn't originally going to have Jim meet Ultron this early in the story, but I thought it over and realized it would make more sense plot wise. So there we have it. And I realize it might seem like he was a bit too calm, but I figured in a world of weird things, someone wouldn't freak out as much as if it had happened in a world like ours where stuff like Ultron and the Hulk and Thor are not every day occurrences.

The Queen of D: Thank you so much for the review! I would have messaged you but you're a guest account so I couldn't. Anyways, thank you so much for addressing the Quick Silver thing! I do have a plan to go around that. Though you made me think about it a bit more, and I'm going to intensify my ideas around that a bit more. I don't want to spoil anything though so just hold tight ;) Also the main reason I brought him back was because I heard that the movie wasn't originally going to leave him dead anyways. So I just went with the original plan. I wanted to see if I could create something realistic out of it, and continue on with characterization. Later there will be more depth about Ultron's relationship with Wanda and Pietro.

Alright, I think that's about it. Sorry if I didn't reply to everyone. Sometimes I just get tired and don't reply and then it gets too late to reply and I just never do.

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*oof the next couple of chapters are going to be a doozey*