Chapter Twenty-One:
Tyron was leaning against Pietro shoulder, and noticed Steve staring at him. He rose an eyebrow, but Steve looked away, busying himself with something else. "Are you awake now?" Pietro asked, his voice rumbling in his chest.
"Mmm... Sorry, just needed a power nap," Tyron laughed, leaning up straight to stretch. Pietro chuckled, and Tyron rose an eyebrow. "Wha'? Did somethin' happen? Ya draw on m'face or somethin'?"
"No, nothing," Pietro assured. "If you do not count your snoring."
"I don't snore," Tyron scoffed, and Pietro laughed.
"Do not lie, you snore louder than lions roar," Pietro laughed and Tyron rolled his eyes, hitting his arm.
"Anyways," he huffed, scratching a part of his hand that was still half metal and half skin. The metal mostly cleared away by now, and he sighed, feeling content. "Where's the Cradle? Y'all got it, right?"
"Yes," Steve said. "It was sent ahead to Tony and Bruce."
Tyron rose an eyebrow. "What?"
"He wanted to examine it," Clint supplied, glancing up from the book he was reading.
"Why would ya do tha'?" Tyron asked, eyebrows furrowed. "I mean, Tony's the one that got us in this."
"Yes, but that is why Bruce is there too," Steve sighed. "Tony wouldn't do the same thing twice, and if he does, Bruce is there to set him right."
"Steve, are ya actually serious?" Tyron narrowed his eyes, trying to see if the man in front of him was lying. Because, Tyron knew this wasn't the same man that helped him out of the hood.
"Yes, why?"
"We're all fucked," Tyron said and Pietro barked a laugh. Steve, however, was unamused. "Steve, this s'Tony Stark we're talkin' 'bout." Tyron inhaled, "Geez, we're gonna to be in some deep shit..."
"Language," Steve said, and sent a side-glare when Clint let out a chuckle. "Nothing is going to happen, and if something does happen, we'll shut it down. Simple and easy."
"Steve," Tyron's voice was serious now, his eyes narrowed. "Natasha didn't get kidnapped jus' so Tony an' Bruce could make another Ultron." The jet went quiet, and nobody laughed now. "All m'sayin', s'that sometimes, Tony jus' don't know when to stop..."
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It seemed like the minute they got back, they were having issues. Clint stayed back in the jet as the four of them walked into the Tower. Almost immediately Tyron could feel it. The power that seemed to pulse from that rock Ultron put on that robot's head. As if it was a heartbeat, keeping in line with the body, pumping power into it's veins.
Tyron almost wanted to turn to Steve and shout, "Haha! Told ya so!" but he kept it to himself.
Tony and Bruce were in the lab working when Steve spoke. "I'm going say this once."
"How about 'nonce'?" Tony shot back, not even looking up.
"Shut it down!" Steve snapped.
"Not gonna happen," Tony replied, still working.
"You don't know what you're doing," Steve said, and Bruce finally looked up a brow raised.
"And you do?" Bruce said, glaring at Wanda. "She's not in your head?"
"I know you're angry-" Wanda tried to say, but Bruce wasn't having it.
"Oh, we're way past that," Bruce growled, an anger Tyron had never heard before on his tone. "I could choke the life out of you and never change a shade."
"Banner, after everything that's happened..." Steve said calmly, and Tyron frowned, he didn't know Wanda got to Bruce too. Oh, god.
"That's nothing compared to what's coming!" Tony argued.
"If ya do anythin' to that thin' then ya won't have to worry about what's coming, Tony!" Tyron said, and Tony glared at him too. "If ya keep this up, we'll have two robots try'na kill us!"
"You don't know what's in there!" Wanda said, and Steve nodded.
"This isn't a game!"
"The power from that thin' could kill all!" Tyron continued.
"That creature-" Wanda never finished because Pietro was gone. A second later, the lab was destroyed and the giant plug that powered the Cradle was out, and in his hand.
"No, no. Go on. You were saying?" Pietro asked, a silvery brow raised and Tyron had to laughed.
Then, a bullets shot out of the floor under him and Tyron froze. The glass floor where Pietro stood shattered and he fell through.
"Pietro!" Wanda and Tyron shouted.
He could hear Pietro groan from the level below followed by a very familiar male voice asking, "What? You didn't see that coming?"
"I'm rerouting the upload," Tony announced, but didn't get very far. Steve threw his shield and it bounced off several monitors and tables and sparks flew out of them. The metal hand to Tony's suit flew out of a case and wrapped itself around Tony's hand. It whirred with power and a second later, a beam of energy shot Steve in the chest and he flew back with a grunt.
Tyron started, but Bruce came behind Wanda to sieze her around the neck in a head lock. "Go ahead, piss me off," he growled in her ear.
Clint came running up the steps, and grabbed a tase-gun, but was stopped when a iron bar nearly impaled his skull. He turned and a angry Tyron came with it. Clint managed to catch the lunch Tyron aimed at him, but missed the one to his gut. He groaned, but kicked him under his legs, and Tyron fell back.
Clint pointed his gun, and fired, but Tyron moved. Absorbing the metal around him, he turned his hands to metal and grabbed the wires that were aimed for his neck. Gritting his teeth at the electricity entering his body, he yanked and the gun came out of Clint's hands. Tyron kicked his legs as he tried to stand, but Clint jumped out of the way. Gripping his head and aiming to knee him in the nose.
Tyron's hands blocked it, just as a silver and gold blur came up from the steps.
It took him a second to realize it was Thor that just came barrelling through. Tyron knew he had been out somewhere else, from what he heard from Steve and Clint on their way back to the Tower, but he didn't think he would be back now - and with such convenient timing.
His dangerously blue eyes were focused on the Cradle. He rose his hammer and charged it with lightning that he got from the lights and technology around him. Bruce shouted, "Wait!" just as he pointed his hammer at the Cradle. The power it just absorbed seemed to overcharge the machine. Heard computers beeping loudly at the overload of power and he had to squint and and turn away from the brightness of the light.
Everything was quiet for a moment, and Tyron thought that Thor just killed whatever was inside it.
Then, the top blew off and and glass sprayed everywhere. Thor went flying in the air, hit a large light fixture, and glass showered over him as he landed on the floor, side first, his hammer clattering beside him. Tyron turned and covered his head, but looked back once everything had settled down. And he was shocked by what he saw.
A red man stood before him. He was completely naked, but had no genitalia. He was silver in some places on his skin - which had to have been the vibranium in him. He was examining the chaotic scene and everyone looked back at him - or would it be it because it was a robot?
It looked so... Human, it was terrifying. He could still feel the stone that was now in his forehead, and it was still pulsing madly.
It's eyes settled on Thor, and then it lunged, but Thor deflected, pushing him into the glass that led into the outer room, which was directly outside.
Tyron used the tasergun, and shot at one of the pillars, using the metal around him to secure the weak line and went out the window behind the robot.
Tyron let himself fall because it wasn't very high above the ground and watched strangely as the robot stared out the window that led into the city. He half expected it to go through the window and cause chaos in the city.
The others came running down the steps. Steve armed his shield, ready to attack, but Thor held out a hand, stopping the man. "I'm sorry, that was... Odd," the robot said, and Tyron's eyes went wide. It sounded just like JARVIS did. "Thank you," it said, turning to Thor.
Tyron looked at Thor, he thought he was trying to stop this thing from coming to life, not Frankenstien it! "Thor, you helped create this?" Steve asked, just as confused as he was.
"I've had a vision," Thor said, standing straight and coming to the robot's side. "A whirlpool that sucks in all hope of life and at it's center is that." He pointed at the small yellow gem in the center of its skull, and immediately Tyron was reminded of it's pulsing power and winced.
"What? The gem?" Bruce asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It's the Mind Stone," Thor explained. "It's one of the six Infinity Stones, the greatest power in the universe, unparalleled in its destructive capabilities."
Tyron stared, "If it's that dangerous, Then why would ya bring it here?" He demanded.
"Because Stark is right," Thor sighed and Tyron blinked.
"Oh, it's definitely the end times," Bruce muttered under his breath and Tyron agreed.
"The Avengers cannot defeat Ultron," Thor continued.
"Not alone," the robot added.
"Why does your 'Vision' sound like JARVIS?" Steve asked, turning to Tony.
"We... We reconfigured JARVIS' matrix to create something new," Tony explained. Tyron rubbed the bridge of his nose. This was too much, he needed a nap.
"I think I've had my fill of 'new'," Steve muttered.
"You think I am a child of Ultron?" The robot, Vision - which Tyron had to admit, did fit the red man - asked.
"You're not?" Steve shot back.
"I'm not Ultron," Vision assured. "I'm not JARVIS. I am... I am."
"I looked into your head and saw annihilation," Wanda said.
"Look again," Vision replied.
"Yeah, her seal of approval mean jack to me," Clint piped and Tyron rolled his eyes.
"Their powers, the horrors in our heads, Ultron himself, they all came from the Mind Stone," Thor explained. "And they're nothing compared to what it can unleash. But with it on our side..."
Tyron narrowed his eyes, "And if he's not in our side?"
Steve agreed and asked, "Who's side are you on? Ours?"
"I don't think it's that simple," Vision replied.
"Well, it better get real simple, real quick," Clint threatened.
"I am on the side of life. Ultron isn't, he will end it all," Vision explained.
"What's he waiting for?" Tony asked.
"You," Vision replied.
"Where?"
"Sokovia. He's got Nat there too," Clint said, and Tyron nodded. That must have been what he was doing in the jet.
"If we're wrong about you," Bruce said, his tone still low. "If you're the monster that Ultron made you to be..."
"What will you do?" Vision asked, his tone gentle for a moment then he paused, and seemed to fully grasp the tension in the room. "I don't want to kill Ultron. He's unique, and he's in pain. But that pain will roll over the earth, so he must be destroyed. Every form he's built, every trace of his presence on the net, we have to act now. And not one of us can do it without the others. Maybe I am a monster. I don't think I'd know if I were one. I'm not what you are, and not what you intended. So there may be no way to make you trust me. But we need to go." Then, he moved, his hand wrapping around Thor's hammer and handed it to him. Every stared at Vision, and Thor was slack jawed.
"Well..." Tyron muttered, "I guess we can go home..."
Thor, seemed to snap out of the trance of shock he was in, and stood straight, "Right." He said, grabbing his hammer and patting Tony on the back as he left, "Well done."
"Three minutes," Steve commanded. "Get what you need." With this easy order, everyone disbanded going to start suiting up.
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"Tyron," Tyron looked up to see Tony and Steve approaching him. Pietro and Wanda were nearby, and looked up as well. "Thought you'd need a new suit," Tony said, smirking. "Follow me."
Silently, Tyron followed Tony, who led him to his lab. Tyron sat down as Tony went to go grab it. "So," Steve spoke up. "What's up with you and the Maximoff kid?" Tyron blinked, turning to him.
"Ya mean Pietro?" Tyron asked, "We're datin'." Steve sat for a second, as if not expecting Tyron to say it outright.
"Well, yeah, I can see-"
"Do ya have a problem with that?" Tyron asked, suddenly remembering the odd looks he gave him when they were on the jet.
"No, I mean," Steve sighed. "You've only known the kid for a week, Tyron."
"A lot happened that week," Tyron huffed. "Only person to talk to."
"I just... Don't want you to get hurt," Steve said honestly. "You deserve better."
"He is better. He's a lot better, actually. If anythin', he deserves better than me." Steve sighed, shaking his head, but couldn't hide the smile on his face.
"Kids these days," Steve said with a small laugh as Tony was coming back. "Well, don't say I didn't warn you."
"Here it is!" Tony said proudly, displaying the suit. It was a lot more rigged up than his old standard black suit was. He could see wires worked into it, with several places for weapons to be held. It almost looked like a welding suit, but... Fancier. It was really neat, and Tyron beamed.
"Nice!" Tyron said, getting up to touch it. It felt smooth too. He noticed that there were parts of the suit that felt different than others. He realized that they were different metals, worked into the suit.
"I thought it would be better for you if You actually had the chance to store different metals at once," Tony explained. "This baby is made to recognize certain metals, and extract it into the suit, like a sponge!"
"Wow! That's awesome!" Tyron said, genuinely impressed.
"Go try it on so we can see what it can do!" Tyron grinned, and ran into the other room.
Ten minutes later, he came back, grinning at how well it fit. He realized there was a gunholster on the side, and his eyes widened when he saw a gun on the table. "It's not a gun," Tony told him immediately, and he immediately was discouraged. "It's a Grappling hook! I've seen that you've been using it with bullets - I had to admit, it was clever - and thought this would be easier."
"It will," Tyron assured, examining it and then putting it on his hip. "Thanks so much, Tony. In really appeciate all this."
"Well, I can't have one of our own going in practically naked!" Tony complained and Tyron simply chuckled as they all began to finish up their last items and then piled into the Quinjet.