I find it odd that I can't seem to find a major Marvel Cinematic Universe fanfic that has the Ant Man movie plot tied into it for some reason. Of course, this chapter is not going to cover the entire movie plot, but just a bit of the heist before Ant Man and Yellowjacket have their final battle, so let's see how Ultron and his girlfriend tag along in this part.
I don't own The Avengers. Marvel Does. I only own my OCs.
A day later, Carol was in the middle of drawing in Photoshop with Snoofles on her lap. At the same time, Ultron was sitting on her bed while he looked up information on Pym Technologies, hoping it would give him clues about the "Ant Man".
After a while, Carol finished adding highlights in the picture, so she saved her progress and tilted her head towards Ultron.
"Hey, Ultron," Carol called, "did you find anything yet?"
"Well, besides the fact that way too many SHIELD agents were playing Galaga on their down time, it looks like the files that got leaked onto the Internet by Natasha have just what we need," Ultron projected an image onto the nearest wall using his optics, "say hello."
The image was grainy and in shades of black and white. But it was being slowly enhanced to focus on a tiny dot in the middle of what looked like a fire fight…revealing a silhouette of a man.
"This was taken decades ago," Ultron explained, "it looks like this Ant Man has been around for a while, and was a registered agent of SHIELD. But it looks like on his way out he had all of his personal info scrubbed, and this was before everything was copied onto computers."
He then pulled up some footage taken from the Avengers compound, showing Falcon's fight with a man clad in a black and red suit who seemed to blink in and out of view, and during these periods of absence Falcon was fighting some invisible force.
"But this one here is way too young, too fit," Ultron continued, "so…here's what I think: different man, same suit, same technology. And lo and behold, look which company is researching technology focused on shrinking things…and whose workers are also way too obsessed with Galaga apparently."
Ultron brought up a profile of a man while his name displayed beneath, allowing Carol to examine his profile.
"Darren Cross?" Carol paused, "is he working for someone or is he just a leader of something?"
"Well, I'd say that you can't just be a leader," Ultron chuckled, "but yes, I'd say he's the head man. He's the CEO of Pym Industries, took it over from his own girlfriend's old man Henry Pym. He also is personally overseeing the size alteration projects, managed to get it all the way up to stably shrinking inanimate objects."
Ultron displayed as much details of Ant Man's history, although he had to expand the text so Carol could read it.
"Looks fascinating," commented Carol, "does Pym Industries have any upcoming events that we can check out?"
"I'm ahead of you on that," Ultron responded, "two tickets to an upcoming expo where Darren Cross will be hosting a bunch of busy bodies. Military, private sector, politicians and the like."
He looked down at himself.
"Do you think I should change into a less conspicuous body or would they not mind a ten foot tall robot walking in the front door?"
Carol lifted Snoofles out of her lap and set him down on the floor before she stood up and approached Ultron.
"You don't need to change your appearance," Carol assured Ultron, "you look great already."
Ultron smiled and cupped Carol's cheek with his hand.
"Thank you, Carol," Ultron said.
Smiling, Carol leaned forward and kissed Ultron on his cheekplate.
"You're welcome," Carol replied, "I'll go ahead and find a dress for the occasion."
Once Ultron withdrew his hand, Carol walked over to her closet and rummaged through the clothes on the hangar until she found a yellow strapless minidress with a flared skirt. She pulled it out and hung it on the doorknob of the closet. She then scrambled over to her desk and closed Photoshop before shutting down her laptop.
"So when does the party start?" asked Carol.
"That's the second best part: it's tonight," Ultron answered.
"And what's the best part?" clamored Carol.
Ultron grinned.
"Well, I'm glad you asked. The best part is that you're going to look amazing in that dress tonight," he replied, having one of the plates over his optics shut to mimic the act of winking.
Carol's smile widened before she skittered closer to Ultron and gave him a kiss.
"Thanks, Ultron!" chirped Carol, "I appreciate the thought!"
Ultron chuckled and pulled Carol into a gentle embrace.
"You're welcome," Ultron purred.
Later on, Ultron flew over to California with Carol in his arms. By evening, they arrived in San Fransisco and located the Pym Technologies Headquarters, so the tall silver robot descended from the sky and touched down in front of the building. Seconds later, incoming guests focused their eyes on Ultron with such curiosity as he lowered Carol to the ground.
"Isn't that the robot that cut off funding for multiple fracking sites?" commented a guest, a businessman in his thirties.
"Oh, he's probably just a hippie," the businessman's wife brushed off the comment.
Ultron could hear more gossiping from the guests they passed by, but he shrugged it off while he escorted Carol towards the entrance of the building. Once they arrived at the entrance, a door greeter held up his hand, stopping them in their tracks.
"Excuse me," he said, "but do you two have an invitation?"
Carol was about to reach into her handbag, but realized that the tickets weren't in there, so she tilted her head towards Ultron.
"We have VIP status," Ultron answered, and shut his optics for a moment, "check your PDA."
The greeter did so, and Carol saw a brief glimpse of a picture of herself as well as one of Ultron on the screen between walls of text.
"Indeed you do," the greeter said, and pulled two passes out of his jacket, "VIP passes, please don't lose those."
"Don't worry," Ultron winked as he and Carol walked inside, "we're super responsible."
As soon as they were inside, Ultron let Carol see that he had been crossing his fingers on one hand.
"Thanks, Ultron," smiled Carol, "now we could explore this place and find answers about Ant Man."
"Yes, let's—"
Ultron paused as one of the many stealth drones he had deployed separately reported a disturbance.
It seemed as if there was an exorbitant amount of ants on the premises.
"Ultron?" Carol paused, giving him a confused stare.
Ultron snapped out of his thoughts and turned his glance at Carol.
"Oh, it's nothing," Ultron blurted, realizing that he had allowed his attention to drift.
One drone picked up something of interest: an isolated hallway with a door to the server room intended to be protected by one lone guard…now suspiciously absent.
"Let's go see how many people here know my old man personally," Ultron suggested, trying to remain casual, "how much are you willing to bet I won't even be able to count on one hand how many haven't done a deal or two with him?"
"Remember that one time I tagged along when you harvested vibranium from that Klaue guy?" reminded Carol.
Ultron sighed as he rolled his optics.
"Well, how could I not forget that?" he joked.
Ultron led Carol further into the facility, both of them examining the equipment inside the labs they passed by. As they delved further into Pym Industries, Ultron became aware of further disturbances from his drones. Electrical surges, more blasted ants…
"I think we chose the perfect night to show up," Ultron whispered to Carol, "because if we're looking for an Ant Man…"
Ultron watched one winged ant buzz by.
"We've certainly come to the right place," he continued.
"Figures," commented Carol, "have you found Mr. Cross yet?"
Ultron nodded and gestured towards a door.
"Right this way," he offered.
Ultron led Carol into the room. Inside, they could see a strange container standing behind Darren Cross while he started his speech to a few more people in suits. Ultron made sure to move slowly to keep his servos from generating enough noise to draw attention away from Cross, who was in the middle of a presentation showcasing something…
More electrical discharges appeared on the building's circuits, this time much closer. What could it be? Meanwhile, Darren Cross turned his head at Ultron and Carol.
"I don't remember inviting you two," Darren said.
"Ehh," Carol stammered, placing her hand behind her head, "we're just here to say hello."
"Well, you instructed that anyone who is, and I quote: heavily invested in experimental technologies in general, unquote, to be invited. You have tycoons, politicians and war lords here so are you really surprised to see a giant robot thrown into the mix?" he asked, using the quick wit passed to him from Stark to bluff with a straight face.
Darren, the old man and the woman gave Ultron a confused stare.
"Didn't you two help the Avengers drop a city out of the sky?" asked Dr. Pym.
Ultron and Carol couldn't help but facepalm.
"Sir, that wasn't us," Carol answered.
Darren's bodyguards aimed their guns at Ultron and Carol.
"I am beginning to wonder that myself," Ultron asked, making no move to even appear threatening, "look, for the sake of anyone here who can't rebound a bullet off their face, why don't we put the guns down?"
Several of his drones moved through ventilation passages to converge on the room. Carol glanced at a tiny man dangling on a string inside the large container.
"Trust me," Darren warned, "I know what Pym here has been planning from the beginning, and I would appreciate it if you don't meddle in other people's affairs."
Darren turned towards the container and tapped on the glass.
"Hi, little guy," he mocked.
Darren tilted his head towards Pym.
"I always suspected you had a suit stored away somewhere," Darren boasted, "which begs the question, who is the new Ant-Man? Who is the man that my beloved mentor trusted even more than me?"
In a moment of silence, Ultron and Carol exchanged confused glances.
"Scott Lang," Darren continued, "the martyr, who took on the system and paid the price, losing his family and his only daughter in the process. He's exactly your kind of guy, Hank. He escapes his jail cell without leaving any clue as to how, and then…he disappears magically, despite having no money to his name, and now he brings me the Ant-Man suit, the only thing that can rival my creation."
Amidst the confusion, Ultron started searching the Internet to find details on Scott.
"Darren," Hank demanded, "don't do this. If you sell to these men, it's going to be chaos!"
Carol felt a chill sent down her spine, so she started digging into her handbag, but grimaced in disappointment. Maybe she should've brought along her gauntlet before heading out.
"I already have," Darren replied, "and twice the price, thanks to you. It's not easy to successfully infiltrate an Avengers facility. Thankfully, words travel fast."
Ultron tilted his head to the side.
"But then you leave behind tracks that can be picked up by anyone who lives in the network," Ultron commented.
Darren snapped his head towards Ultron.
"Shut up, tin man!" snapped Darren, "I'm talking here!"
Darren shook his head in disbelief and turned his head at Hank and Hope.
"I'll sell them the Yellowjacket," Darren continued, "but I'm keeping the particle to myself. If you want the fuel, you'll have to come to me. What do you call the only man who can arm the most powerful weapon in the world?"
"Based on my experience fighting alongside the Avengers," Ultron interrupted, "a legitimate global threat."
Darren groaned in frustration and glared at Ultron.
"Will you ever shut your metal pie hole?!" Darren growled in a loud voice.
"I can't stop him, good sir," Carol blurted while shrugging, "he's a huge chatterbox."
Ultron chuckled and placed his hand on Carol's shoulder.
"You can stop this, Darren," Hank called to Darren, "it's not too late."
"It's been too late for a long time now," Darren scoffed.
One of the bodyguards aimed his pistol at Dr. Pym, much to Hope's horror.
"Darren, what are you doing?!" Hope demanded.
"He wasn't any more capable of caring for you than he was for me," Darren answered.
Irritated, Carol started charging towards Darren, but Ultron grabbed her upper arm, stopping her in her tracks.
"Don't get to his level," Ultron warned Carol, "they have guns and they can shoot you if you do anything crazy."
Carol scowled at Ultron.
"Are you kidding?" Carol snapped, gesturing to Darren, "this bastard here's a psycho!"
Darren glanced at Carol for a second before gesturing the bodyguard to lower his gun.
"Maybe I need to be the one to do it," Darren said.
Darren pulled out his pistol and aimed it at Hank, but in a split second, Hope pulled out hers and aimed it at Darren.
"Drop your weapon!" snapped Hope.
"Here we go," sighed one of the investors.
"You know I came to the house the other night to kill him," Darren admitted, "but you were there."
Hope furrowed her eyes.
"You're sick, and I can help you," Hope retorted, "just put the gun down."
"I wasn't ready to kill you," Darren threatened, "but I think I am now!"
Darren was almost tempted to aim his gun at Hope instead, so Ultron extended his hand, ready to act in case anyone started shooting.
"You picked the wrong side, Hope," Darren said.
Before Darren could shoot, Scott threw a disk at the glass and it detonated, shattering the glass while he leapt out of the container and grew to full size. Ultron pulled Carol into a protective embrace while Scott shrunk again and tackled into a bodyguard. Hope was about to shoot, but Darren knocked her arm aside while bodyguards tried to shoot at Scott but failed. One bodyguard aimed his gun at Hope, but Ultron used the anti-grav tech in his hand to yank the gun out of his hand, allowing Hope to punch Darren while Ant Man tackled another bodyguard into the wall. One of the bodyguards restrained Pym and was about to shoot him in the head, but Ultron's miniature drones honed in on the bodyguard and landed on him, causing him to struggle to bat them off until he ended up shooting Dr. Pym in the arm instead.
"Dad!" Hope panicked.
Dr. Pym landed on his back the instant the bodyguard let go, and while Scott continued to shrink and grow while tackling bodyguards, Hope rushed to Dr. Pym's side.
"Come on, Carol," Ultron whispered, "let's get out of here."
"But don't they need our help?" Carol protested.
Ultron accessed one of the drones outside the building, which notified him of an uninvited van sitting at the curb.
"I'm sure they have their own set of help," Ultron assured Carol.
While the fight ensued, Ultron lifted Carol into his arms and scurried out of the room, sprinting through the hall while dodging bullets from security guards. The silver robot found a weak wall and burst it open with his concussion blast, allowing him to fly out of the building and landed safely on the ground.
"Ultron," asked Carol, "are you sure they're going to be ok?"
Ultron lowered Carol to the ground.
"I'm sure they'll be fine," Ultron answered, "with drones on my side, I can monitor the whole battle going on inside."
Carol sighed in relief, so Ultron knelt down, allowing her to sit on his lap. Minutes later, they saw a tank burst out of the building and land on the ground.
"Oh, wow!" Carol gasped.
Ultron noticed a large keychain attached to the tank while guests evacuated the building. Still, the robot turned his attention to a helicopter that started ascending from the building. A moment later, the miniature drones inside the building sent him a final message.
"I'm sure you'll thank me for getting you out of there soon," Ultron commented.
"Huh?" paused Carol.
Seconds later, an explosion tore the Pym building apart. Ultron and Carol watched in shock as an orangish light soon sucked in all the debris before vanishing without a trace.
"Oh, boy," muttered Carol.
She didn't need to ask Ultron what could've happened to them if they hadn't escaped in time, so she slipped out of Ultron's embrace.
"Well, I guess we got all the info we needed," Carol declared.
Carol tilted her head in Ultron's direction.
"Maybe you can call Dr. Pym sometime and check on him after tonight?" Carol asked.
Ultron nodded and stood to his feet.
"Want me to take you home?" Ultron purred.
Carol nodded and embraced herself to Ultron's leg.
"Do you think you can find Mr. Scott's number, too?" Carol asked.
"Why do you ask?" Ultron paused, tilting his head to the side.
Carol tilted her head upwards, gazing into Ultron's red optics.
"I kinda want to give him a proper greeting," Carol explained, "and maybe get Kingdom Hearts for his little girl. I'm sure she'll love it."
Ultron couldn't help but chuckle while he made a note in his processor.
"I hope this meeting wouldn't result in disaster," Ultron replied, "then again, I'll bet Pym planned something more than a heist."
Ultron lifted Carol into his arms, allowing her to wrap her arms around him. After he stroked her back for a moment, he took off into the sky, setting course for her home.
I'm still open to suggestions on how to continue the fanfic.
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