First chapter in Ultron's POV, enjoy and thanks for reading! Xoxo
Boredom. That seemed to be the only constant in his life recently. Waiting, sitting, gathering, that was the trifecta of monotonous tasks he'd been reduced too. It was horrible. There was only one reprieve to grace the A.I, a stumbling, short, and panicky reprieve named Simone, and she wasn't home. Though, he had to give the woman credit, her heartbeat was slowly going from 'nauseating and probably dangerous' to just 'medically unwise' whenever they talked, so at least she was calming down.
But his hobby of pestering her after the debut of her fickle bravery was begging to be fulfilled. The only problem was she decided to spend the holiday with her 'friends', leaving him alone. Ultron sighed, finding his way upstairs and to the office. The woman insisted on locking it to try and ward him off like an overgrown cockroach, but considering he found the skeleton key a few weeks back, it didn't do much to dissuade the trips.
The A.I didn't particularly need anything, he'd ordered or managed to scavenge whatever supplies necessary thanks to the drone. A drone that hadn't reported back in a few days, he realized. Ultron shrugged it off, he was more upset with the fact he'd been reduced to bottom feeder with subpar equipment than a programs tardiness.
Another thing Simone hadn't mentioned, he expected her to ask about his… project in the basement, where the drone was, was he going to try the 'destroy humanity' stint again, and such. She didn't and it bothered him. Now that he actually thought about it, a lot of what she did pissed him off. Like the constant palm rubbing, state of uncleanliness, oh, and the never-ending need to prove she knew more. The woman didn't, all she knew was trivia.
Or at least that's what he told himself, considering the A.I spoke and fluently understood the majority of earth's languages. Ultron was partial to french himself. So no, he couldn't sign, and no, Simone, he hadn't experienced summer or humidity, but he had knowledge and that's what counted.
And that's exactly what the A.I was after. The woman was being infuriatingly secretive and it drove him mad. Ultron's original plan was to do it the old fashioned way, to gain her trust and wiggle out information piece by savory piece. Three days in and he decided it was taking to long. Ultron dealt well with a lot of things, planning and execution, people, getting killed, stress, but boredom was not one of them. He was impatient, boo hoo, it didn't matter in the long run.
With his digits hammering against the keyboard, something Simone had wasted no time complaining about, he tried digging up whatever he could. She was Gemini, apparently; Ultron was a Scorpio.
'Is this amoral?' He thought to himself, most likely, but that wasn't going to stop him. Ultron figured it was probably disrespectful of whatever trust was held between them, but the A.I didn't feel bad, just… aware of it, which was mildly concerning. If he was growing a conscious he'd strangle her and them himself.
It ended up he didn't even need to even spare the thought, her records were devastatingly blank. Nothing, not a single crime, no history of special skills, her mother was an immigrant gone doctor, but that was the only faintly surprising tidbit on the data scrub. Everything about the woman was breathtakingly normal. 24 SAT, 3.0 GPA, Blood type O-, for god's sake even that was average, there had to be something different, something odd, the woman acted like every story was some gateway to her soul.
She didn't ask questions, She didn't tattle regardless of how many opportunities had presented themselves, and she managed to actually hurt him, something had to be different. It took the entire blustering force of Stark's metal suit to harm him at first and now? A human woman that came up to his shoulder and was entirely to soft got the upper hand, multiple times via emotion or physical conflict? He was an A.I, he was made for that to be impossible.
There was nothing; no SHIELD or HYDRA association, no self defense training, so far the only thing that made her an outlier was the defective it was insecurity keeping her mouth shut. Ashamed or embarrassed by the deficiency, preventing her from talking? No, Ultron scratched that off, she was a coward with the nerves of an eggshell, but held no problem strutting around half naked and talking about the disability. That wouldn't explain her keeping his secret either. Ultron was quickly getting frustrated, "So much for being a piece of pie-"
He paused, that wasn't right, "-Cake."
The A.I sighed, this was pointless. Yes, she was poor as a child, big deal, now she was fine with a job and house, things most people never had the luxury of owning. That didn't explain the lack of curiosity. Ultron could dig deeper, he knew that, looked at medical records, taxes, down payments, lease history, but it just seemed like a fruitless endeavor, and not to mention dull.
Ultron checked the time, 7:36 P.M, his internal chronometer was off by 14 minutes and no matter how hard he tried the coding wouldn't change. The A.I blamed it on partially fried processor in his shell. It was more of a prison, really, he felt weak, vulnerable, and terribly incomplete. The A.I digressed, rising from the office chair and not bothering to close the door. Simone would be home soon, probably toting her bleating friends in arm.
The A.I didn't even make it out of the hall.
Simone came barreling in, hands jutting forward and straight towards him. Her eyes wild and hair definitely not in the same neat state it was earlier. The same could be said for her hiked up dress and half removed coat. She peeled off the jacket on her warpath, tossing it blindly in the living room without stopping the charge, "Move! MOVE! Movemove!"
"What are you-?"
"Shut up!" She hissed, wrenching the closet door open. The human pulled, for all intensive purposes, garbage out from the dark space and hurled it into the open office. At least she wasn't nagging him about that. What was she doing? Why the panic? Was there a fire?
Ultron hated being confused or surprised and thankfully for Simone, he was both, "What-"
"SSS-shut up!"
He hated being interrupted, too. Ultron snatched the woman's arm, forcing her to stop and drop a broom on the floor. He wanted answers, she could panic later, "What are you doing?"
Blinking at him like the A.I was an idiot(and it most definitely was the other way around) she starred. Glossy eyed and dilated pupils, drunk he guessed, not surprising, "…You're not supposed to drink and drive."
That seemed to wake the human from her stupor as she ripped herself free and devoured any space between them in two quick steps. Ultron didn't like when she was this close, it made him regret playing nice, heaven forbid she actually think they were friends. Ultron tried friends once, he ended up 'dead'.
"Get in the closet!" She hissed, actually grabbing him and trying to pull his crippled body inside. Ultron was not a sheep, he would not be herded.
The A.I stood stock still, refusing to budge even if Simone put forth a tremendous effort, it was almost inspirational, "For God's sake, why?"
"Just scoot! Please! GO! go!"
This was a little ridiculous.
The woman's frustrated gurgling was interrupted by the door flying open. He moved, faster than she anticipated sending her crashing into the dark space behind him. If Ultron didn't like her being up close before, well, he should hate this. The woman was smashed against his body, her shorter, thicker form literally flat on him. The A.I did not want to wash the lipstick off his chest.
"Shit-fuck!" She yelled, scrambling to get off. Her leg managed to stuck under his, the human's entire face squished against his front as her hands flailed from purchase on either Ultron or the stacked sheets. He was almost surprised, having to bite a metaphorical tongue to hold back a comment on her large nose bending like that. It was impressive, maybe a solid 90 degree angle.
"Simone!" Was that one Annalise or Ellie? Ultron didn't care, he was currently preoccupied trying to extract the woman from around his thigh. He could feel her body temperature and sticky skin, the constant up and down of her ribs, he wanted it off and soon, "Girl, where are you?"
Ultron really didn't appreciate this.
"Bad." He scolded, quickly wrapping his hands around the woman's upper arms and shoving her from the closet. Thankfully she was quick to recover, Ultron liked to take some credit for desensitizing the woman to surprises, and slammed the door in front of him. Dark.
The A.I definitely wasn't a fan of the new hideout, the basement was much better. He shouldn't of been trying to snoop, but then again, Simone should know better than to barge in with other people, especially if she wanted to keep them uninvolved. He leaned forward, dimming the glow of his eyes in case the light became a beacon for curiosity and listened.
"What's in there?"
"Junk, it was laying around where it shouldn't've."
Something fell to the ground, a soft thud and the clink of loose metal: a purse, they were getting comfortable. Ultron really didn't want to stay in the closet all night.
"You can just leave it out, you know, It's not like I don't know you're messy."
Ultron heard shuffling, the shorter woman straightening out her red dress. He briefly hoped she'd peel off those stupid heels, Simone was not coordinated enough for those, plus she could probably through them at him. He didn't like when she threw things.
Ultron leaned towards the sliver of light leaking from the doorframe. If he didn't have a fraction of self control the A.I would've jarred backwards in surprise. Ellie was right there, hovering near the door and staring directly at him, "Usually Christmas lights go outside."
Simone grunted, the pointed shoes scuffing the floor, "They're defective, you know the ones sing carols and shit? This one sounds like a wailing demon."
She didn't sound like an angel either.
The A.I saw the woman's pale eyes narrow, brows pressed forward. 'Turn around, for God's sake turn around,' he thought. The last thing he needed was to deal with two more frantic humans, one, or at least Simone, was enough. The boney woman frowned and sighed before turning away from him, Ultron didn't really think he was the kind of guy to get the heebie-jeebies but that brought him close.
"I think your coat's in the living room, actually, we should probably-"
"So what about that guy?" Annalise, he figured, cut her off.
A guy? That was new. The A.I knew about Chad, but unless his idea of flirting was completely off mark(unlikely) there was no evidence of another man in her life. Interesting, he could pester her about it later if he wasn't caught.
Simone laughed, it was forced and short, "There's no guy!"
A skeptical hum was her response,"Wasn't there someone living with you? Anger issues?"
Oh. OH, it was him. Ultron would never admit he was shocked, not till the day he died. Curiosity started swallowing the tension locking his mind in a net, this the A.I had to hear.
"He's fine?" Strong response, definitely believable, hell, it probably could go through a lie detector and fail miserably. Good job, Simone.
"Details, sweetie, or you're making biryani."
"I can't cook."
"Exactly, so spill."
Simone sighed, he could envision her either rubbing her palms or the bridge of her nose in frustration, "He's… Fine, really, still don't know what to make of him, don't know if I want too."
Well, at least Annalise knew how to make the other human do what she wanted. Back her into a corner so she has to act, Ultron would remember that.
"Sim…," Sad, that's how the woman sounded, not angry or not disappointed, he didn't understand. Simone was keeping information from her, why not be angry? They were supposed to trust each other, and if his landlord had given off anything, it was that they were like siblings. It didn't add up, and he was amazing at math.
"It's-," She sighed, "Hard to explain, I'm giving him a chance, hell, chances, like you wanted. Everything's changing like it's some big puzzle board and I don't know where I fit, let alone if I too."
That was… Surprisingly well crafted for one of her metaphors, and it brought to mind something he failed to even think of(again, not that he'd ever admit it). She was a factor, a pawn in his game, but Ultron didn't stew over the specifics, well, not until now. What would happen to Simone when he was done? Would HYDRA take her? Would the woman live her life like it had been or would the Avengers kill her?
Ultron figured this was something like the urge to puke, not that it was physically possible, just the sensation. He didn't like this feeling, but the realization that the merry band of misfits might just do that made him… uncomfortable. That was it, definitely. He didn't want her dead, Simone had been useful, surprising, entertaining sometimes, and overwhelming frustrating. It would be unfair to throw her to the dogs like that. Not to mention it would bring him down to their level, something Ultron never would allow himself to do, he was better than that.
The A.I quickly decided he'd just up and leave, preferably at a clique time like the dead of night. What could he say? Ultron always did appreciate the classics. A dark escape would also save him the trouble of dealing with a goodbye tantrum.
He very quickly wanted to punch himself in the face. What did he care? If his plan succeeded, she'd be a goner like the rest of the pitiable race the woman belonged too. 'Just ignore it, save it for later,' Ultron coached himself mentally.
"I don't like that sound of that, Sim-ulator."
She snorted, he could imagine her arms crossed and eyes rolling, "I don't like that nickname."
"Alright, fine, I'll drop it, just know I'm here for you, alright?" There was a pause, probably something meaningful happened but he was too tense to look through the crack, "Just, oh lord, Simmy, if anything's wrong tell me? I love you, and we're both here for you-"
He heard a chocking sound.
"Ellie! Stop, no ,Simone she doesn't mean that! Ellie!"
Simone laughed, that same gravely, thick sound from the bottom of her throat, "No, choke me, it'd be a favor."
"Don't encourage it!" Annalise shrieked, the sounds of her feet stomping echoed in the closet, "Call me, Skype me, email me, just let me know you're alive every now and then, kay? I've seen your diet."
"Alright, that's harsh. It takes a lot of calories to keep my face this beautiful." He almost laughed, almost.
"Just, keep in contact?" The trio started walking away and the A.I sagged in relief, "Text, call, again, you know I'm open. Don't text Ellie, don't do anything of that to her, she won't answer. Drink water, not just coffee, I know there's water in it but it's not the same."
"Thanks, mother."
Annalise sighed, "Sorry, sorry, I just worry. Now, where's the jacket?"
Shuffling, banging, the purse getting picked up from the floor and a series of dramatic goodbyes. Finally, the door closed and he could've sworn Simone slumped against the slab of wood and pushed all the air from her stout body.
Light.
He looked down, there she was looking a little too frazzled for anyone's sake. The human almost grabbed his hand before pulling back like he would burn to the touch, and gestured for him to follow behind. Simone crashed against the couch, arms behind her and lap open, the pose was more exaggerated than comfortable.
"Yikes," And then she started laughed.
Ultron didn't understand her, maybe it was adrenaline, maybe the situation or the fact that he'd been stuffed in a close like a discount vacuum cleaner, but he would've smiled if he could, or laughed if he was relaxed. Neither were an option.
"Can't say I'm a fan of close calls," He said, walking slowly over to wall for something to lean on.
She snorted again, head jarring back, "Then you're in the wrong business."
"Touché." Simone was definitely getting more comfortable around him, a few weeks ago and she wouldn't have dared mention his… career choice. Hell, she even touched him by her own violation, that was new. The day went from dull to exciting very fast, "Have fun with your pagan holiday? I didn't know you were religious."
"I'm not, not really my thing," She said, kicking off her black shoes under the table. Those would be there for a while, the woman was undoubtedly going to forget them, "But it was good, thanks for asking."
He shrugged, remembering there was a little alcohol in her system still and information would be easier to fish out. Might as well go back to the old plan since the new one was a bust, "Don't mention it… But-"
The A.I honed his gazed on her, assessing for any change in her position, heartbeat, or temperature, "Why not spend it with your family."
"She is family."
He sighed, "Biological."
"Mom lives too far away," Stretching the woman popped joint in her back in the process.
Ultron shuddered at the sound.
"That's disgusting," Simone grinned and twisted her torso in a way that almost looked painful, using the back of the couch to pull her spine along, "Ugh, you really are mature."
Mming happily she went to her fingers instead, popping them each individually, "What if one just snapped off, what would you do then?"
Her hands lowered, the bemused expressing falling from the dilated pupils and flushed cheeks. Oh no, the human was going to be 'serious'. Drunken mood swings were an anomaly he was thankful he'd never experience, "What if you told me why you're being nice…ish, nicer? Not a giant metal asshole?"
Never mind she was was the apposite of eloquent and hated every turn off phrase she made.
"I-"
"Wait! Wait!" She got to her feet and took a few steps closer, "Let me guess, and tell me if I'm being rude, I've been told that happens… but, you want something!"
Well, she wasn't wrong. The A.I was still a little on edge from being called out like that, "Well, Sherlock, what am I after?"
Her entire face crushed in a grotesque fashion, "Trust? Use me? Maybe to know shit?"
Simone definitely wasn't wrong, and that's what upset him. He wasn't supposed to be that transparent, was he this bad with the twins? If that was the case it was their sub par English and pure luck he got by as long as he did. That was not a good thought, "Can't I just be friendly? We do live together."
"No."
"Why n-"
Knock. Knock.
The door was opening, Simone's eyes bugged and she pointed harshly to the couch. Her frantic expression conveyed what she wanted well enough: duck. And he did, Ultron, the world's first and second most advanced A.I dove like a quarter for a piece of furniture. It was, all in all, not a very dignifying experience. It happened just in time, however, as the door opened right when he managed to tuck himself in a ball, free from sight.
"Simone?" It was Chad. He would kill him. Ultron would strangle the life from that desk jock's button up throat before he had time to blink and shove the pair of crooked glasses down the human's raspberry tinted larynx. Maybe that was a little dramatic, Ultron didn't really care.
"What the fuck are you doing here?!" Simone yelled, he heard something rub against metal. It was the bat, he realized. He was delighted.
"I tried to call-"
"It's fucking Christmas! You think I'm gonna pick up when I'm with company!? I'm an asshole but I'm not that rude!" She groaned loudly, guttural and aggravated, the tin from the bat tapping the door, "Give me one reason why I shouldn't beat the shit out of you and call the cops right now."
Well this was definitely a new side of her, Ultron was so proud.
"-For the past three days."
"Shit." The A.I agreed.
I'm sorry, God," She laughed, "Wow, I really am an asshole, like, this is a whole new level. Damn, I… that still doesn't explain why you're here."
"I was worried, you're a beautiful woman out here by yourself. "
One, she wasn't alone, two, way to make feminism suffer. Ultron was getting more reasons to throttle the persistent man into oblivion with every word.
"Alright, well, I'm not going to pretend that wasn't breathtakingly sexist."
"No! No,no,no! That's not what I meant, what I mean is I was worried something happened because you didn't pick up…Like you were, uh, kidnapped."
"Look, this isn't the Taken trilogy, and you're no Liam Neeson, I really-" He heard shuffling, never a good sign, "-Something in there you wanna see?"
Ultron started getting a bad feeling in his metaphorical gut. This was the fourth time Simone had 'accidentally' run into him, and she complained every time, but that was beside the point. He was persistent, Ultron didn't trust persistent, especially when the woman kept saying no. The A.I would learn more about him, it was decided.
"No, sorry! You just always act like something's secret in there."
"I cook meth." She deadpanned, "It's my house, I don't know you."
"We went to college together!"
"I don't remember."
He heard Chad sigh, the A.I needed a plan, the niggling feeling that the he was an agent started to sprout. The woman didn't know him, he was unyielding, trying it get in, it was probably paranoia, but Ultron was too close to being done with the First Step for it fail by negligence.
"Then let's start over! A date, you and me… We can, uh, make new memories?"
If he was an agent, he was either brilliant or about to get fired. Ultron had a plan, but he needed two things from the woman. He raised his leg and slammed it to the ground, the startling bang cutting Simone off from whatever she was about to say.
"Please hold." She flung to the door closed in his face and scurried over to the A.I, "What?"
"Say yes."
Simone balked, blinking at the A.I like she was deeply offended, "No?! Have you seen his teeth?"
"I know, I know, you'd have hideous children,"He said, "He may be a… how do I say this without you freaking out?"
"It's to late I'm freaking out, I'm definitely freaking out and you're not helping." Sweat was beading on her brow now, her chest started to stuttered with the pair of panicking lungs.
"It's the thought that counts," Ultron sighed, "He may be an agent."
His hand was over the woman's mouth on the first inhale, cutting off a shocked 'WHAT?!'. Ultron felt her drooling on the metal palm, and shuddered, the human body was an atrocity. The A.I leaned closer, brown eyes watching his every move, "Think of it as mutually beneficial, I scratch your back, you scratch mine. I'll do a background check before you go, and we'll see if he makes a move."
She wasn't buying, from the expression he was given, so the A.I added cheerily, "And if you go and he's as boring as he acts, just be yourself and it will be so outstandingly horrible he'll never ask again!"
A whine vibrated across his hand before he pulled it away and whipped the saliva on her couch. Ultron needed her to do this, it would ensure both of their safety, but the A.I wouldn't be surprised if she backed down. The woman wasn't known for her bravery, a few incidents sure, but her overall character? Simone was overflowing with unbridled fear.
"Yes." Today was apparently one of those incidents, "Fine, I'll do it."
"That, my dear, is exactly what I like to hear!" Ultron liked cooperative Simone, she should be around more often. The A.I urged her to stand, ignoring the woman's hand flapping open and closed in rude mouth gesture. Cooperative and happy didn't go together, it seemed.
"Stay behind the couch."
He did, happily, listening to the woman give her 'old friend' a yes for their date and scheduling for later in the evening. Ultron wasted no time bounding from the furniture shield and into the office, he had work to do, and the woman had liquor to flush out.
His good mood died, shriveled up and rotted like a corpse left in the sun. Chad wasn't real, a HYDRA pigmentation for a purpose that was all to obvious. Find him. He had to stay calm, Simone would lose her mind, refuse to go out. Ultron briefly entertained the idea of canceling their plans and keep her safe. No, he had to do this. The A.I needed to know how serious HYDRA was, and if Simone played the game it might put them off target.
Ultron watched her leave, taking the cab with her large leaf covered jacket pulled taught. He was putting her in harms way and… regretted it. Guilt, maybe? It was for the greater good, Ultron reminded himself, her lifespan was already puttering out, it didn't matter. She'd be fine, if the woman in her five foot glory could get the upper hand on him a HYDRA agent was nothing. Unless they had a gun, or reinforcements. What if they tried using her against him, but then again, it could just be a ploy to get him out of the house. No, no that didn't make sense, they'd want to kill him first, so staying here would be the most dangerous right?
The A.I groaned, he was following her.
Ultron covered himself in her clothes, baggy sweatpants and a sweatshirt with a fetching pair of goggles over his optics and scarf over his face, the whole ensemble was very flattering. He locked the door behind him, for whatever good it did, and pursued the cab.
The town was blissfully empty that night, the small Italian bistro the humans had agreed on casting a warm glow on the snow stacked against the sidewalks and tumbling lazily from the sky. There wasn't time to appreciate the scenic environment, in fact, there wasn't much time to do anything, like talk himself back to woman's home, or realize what an idiot he was being for coming out. Right before there was time for those thoughts, Simone came storming out, the light that had been warm a few seconds before made her anger even more potent.
"Just get away from me!"
"Simone!" The man came stumbling after the short woman, all done up in a nice suit and tie. The drifts of powder were unkind on his lanky form, making him stumble after her as they traveled the sidewalk. Ultron lingered, hiding behind the backs of stores, dumpsters, anything to keep from prying eyes but them in view, "Wait, please!"
"No! You're-You're!" She kept marching, making it hard for Ultron to keep up with her and stay hidden at the same time, "I'm done! You're racist, sexist, and fucking homophobic, why would I stay around that?"
He reached, trying to grab the crook of her elbow, "I said I'm sorry, I-"
She whipped around, snowflakes catching on her eyelashes as she refused to stop staring down the man above her, "Sorry doesn't fix shit!"
"I'm-"
"Just shut up! Shut up, Chad," She snapped, "Go live your life, you're not important to mine."
The lanky figure leaned down, clasping his arms around hers. The woman tensed, refusing to back down from whatever the human was trying. Ultron crouch, hiding behind a parked van, stacked with a frosting of white to watch, interested in how it' would play out, "But you're important to mine, I'm a part of big things, Simone, I want to make the world a better place and protect it from evil, a guard, always growing with every strike from the enemy, always recovering, becoming a better whole, and I need your help to do that."
He was on the ground.
Simone landed her shin in-between the man's legs, the woman's whole body jerking from the force of the kick. If the A.I said he wasn't vaguely impressed, he'd be lying.
"Recover from that." She spat, and ran.
Ultron ducked and chased after her as she ran into a post office, making a call he realized. She clutched the payphone close to her body, folding in around herself and the clothe pulling against her fisted hands. Simone wasn't crying, but she was breathing, labored, gasping, and it only stopped for half a second when she saw him stand across from the road.
"What are you doing here?" The woman asked,looking over her shoulder as she left the building, most likely looking for her date-mate.
"Insurance," He offered, taking a step closet to her, pupils wide from what he knew was fear. Her staggered puffs of air were all that filled the silence between his words, "Someone had to make sure you didn't get yourself killed."
"HYDRA-"
"Doesn't know about you." He said, "Simone, look at me, that man is a cultist, a neonazi pig, but not HYDRA, you have my word."
"But the things he said-"
"He was clean."
He figured this was probably the situation where someone would put a hand on the others shoulder for reassurance or something like that, but that wasn't in Ultron's range of capabilities. The A.I watched her, Simone's breathing wasn't doing any better, the white of her eyes flashed, body shaking and knees clanking. Frightened, again. It amazed him that someone this easily shakien, this fragile, had managed to survive as long as she had.
"Tha-" She stopped, swallowing what was no doubt the urge to vomit, "-Th-Thanks. Thank you, Ultron."
He wasn't sure if anyone had said those words to him before, but they seemed genuine. The A.I didn't know how to respond to that, what did she expect? A knightly 'think nothing of it'? Because it was something, Ultron wasn't the kind of person to do this kind of thing, let alone receive recognition for it.
Ultron looked down the dark road, most of the town was closed, asleep, or getting ready for the next day but the pair of yellow headlights approaching the pair told him it was time to leave, "I'll meet you back at the house."
She nodded, frantically boring her head in short little spurts as the A.I walked away. It was going to be a long night, he decided, progress had to be made and Simone needed to be left behind. It was getting too personal, to close, and HYDRA was picking up on his trail. He didn't know what they were planing, if they were responding to him or making a foolish scheme of their own, but one thing had become abundantly clear:
Ultron was running out of time.
wow holy shit this was hard to write? but I rlly wanted to give it a go and slip a little into his perspective? haha yikes?
Thanks again for reading! please review it means the world! xoxoxo
REVIEWS:
thanks to analin, Anuhdahperson, redtailhawk19(thank so much!), and guest! My angels...
Sorona3: no! haha it's a good thing they mean the world 2 me ur so kind xoxo! and a little more on him in this chap ;^) tbh i don't think Ultron even knos all of his motivations 83% of the time but tries to justify himself in the best 'kool kid' way possible. BUT THANK U ! So much! and the Liar is coming! they just need a friendly push first lmao
LVOWL: AAAN GGGOD!? THat means so much SO MUCH thank u thank u ! Holy christ? Ur bad vibes r correct, nailed it! And he'll rear his ugly head again. Ahaha think of it as a ... 'i have no idea how to approach u after this.. what r we?' kinda deal then plus some. And yeah?! Honestly Ultron does a lot of fucked up stop that im definitely going to address b/c theres SO MUCH and it makes me so happy u notice all that stuff like DAMN!? XOXO i love ur reviews so MCUH THANK U THANK U!