I don't own The Avengers. Marvel Does. I only own my OCs.
Ultron spent the next day creating surveys on his blog so people who visited the website would voice their opinion on the issues the silver robot covered. If he could see which humans were in favor of improving such aspects, that would make his mission easier; thus Tony Stark could see peace in their time. While he was making the surveys, he browsed through the CollegeHumor YouTube channel and watched some videos of Adam Conover. Intrigued by the facts this human debunked, Ultron made a note to remind himself to ask Carol if she knew this guy.
The following day, Ultron flew over to New York City. Along the way, he sent a text message to his girlfriend:
{I'll be here in several minutes.}
Minutes later, Ultron located the apartment building, so he landed on the balcony of the apartment and knocked on the sliding door. He waited for only a minute or so before Carol sprinted towards the sliding door and opened it.
"Hi, Ultron!" chirped Carol, "how are you doing?"
Carol took a few steps back, allowing Ultron to duck his head and step into the apartment.
"I've been working on the surveys," Ultron answered, tilting his head, "and so far, some of the visitors seem…interested in what I have to bring up."
"That's good to hear," Carol smiled, "now if you'll excuse me…"
Carol skittered out of the living room and into the hallway, much to Ultron's confusion.
"Carol?" paused Ultron.
Ultron stepped out of the living room and wandered through the apartment until he found Carol crouching near her bed, her head peeking underneath.
"Come here, Snoofles," Carol called in a singsong voice, "come on out, Mr. Snoofles!"
Ultron tilted his head in confusion.
"Is something going on?" asked Ultron.
"Trying to get Snoofles out," muttered Carol, "we're supposed to take him to the vet today."
"Aaaaaand hold that thought," Ultron ran a quick search on what was his greatest source of knowledge: the Internet.
"Let's see, cats and vets…"
His visual processors visibly widened.
"Oh…well, I guess I can see why he'd take exception to that," he nodded, but nonetheless peered under to see where Snoofles was hiding, "sorry, little fella. I know it's painful, but it's gotta happen."
He looked at Carol.
"How about I lift the bed up a few inches so you can grab him?"
"That would be so helpful!" smiled Carol.
Upon cue, Ultron lifted the bed with his hands, allowing Carol to reach in in an attempt to grab Snoofles, but the cat quickly darted out of her room before she could even get him. Groaning in frustration, Carol crawled from underneath the bed.
"Determined, isn't he?" Ultron chuckled and set the bed back down, "don't think any of the usual tricks will get him to come to us, he knows the stakes."
Carol stood to her feet.
"Hey, mom!" Carol called, "I found Snoofles, but he left my room!"
"Could you get his favorite cat toy?" Lacy responded, "he ran into Janette's room seconds ago."
"He's gotta run out of beds to hide under eventually," Ultron said, but looked around for the aforementioned toy, "but…where is this toy anyways?"
Carol snatched a rod that had a dangling plush mouse with a jingle bell inside attached to it from the top of the dresser and sprinted out of her room before making her way into Janette's room with Ultron following her. Carol dangled the cat toy and in a matter of seconds, Snoofles pounced on it. She seized her chance and lifted him into her arms, causing the cat to struggle to free himself. Without warning, Snoofles scratched Carol's arm, loosening her grip as she yelped in pain. Upon hearing his girlfriend's cry, Ultron rushed to her side and took her arm into his hand while Snoofles darted out of the room.
"Ultron, you're letting him get away!" scolded Carol.
"He won't get far," Ultron assured Carol, "wait for it."
Snoofles let out a yowl as he was carried back in…by one of Ultron's secondary bodies which shimmered into view, revealing that it had been cloaked.
"I usually leave this one in a suitcase for when I come over, just in case I need a smaller body," Ultron explained as the drone carried Snoofles over to them, the cat's attempts to scratch at its arms now yielding results.
"Nice try, Tough Guy," Ultron commented, "no chance of scratching those unless you've got claws of titanium."
Carol watched in awe as the drone placed Snoofles inside the cat carrier. Ultron began inspecting Carol's arm just as Lacy entered the room.
"Oh, good," sighed Lacy, "you got Snoofles in the carrier."
"Actually," Carol corrected, gesturing to Ultron, "you can thank Ultron for that."
"Or more specifically Mini-Me here," Ultron gestured to the drone, which performed a rigid bow at the waist to both Lacy and Carol, "don't let his charm fool you, he's really shy…even if he's just technically me…controlling a second body at the same time…yeah."
He looked over Carol's scratch, utilizing his enhanced visual scanners to analyze the minor flesh wound while it started bleeding.
"No signs of infection as of yet…my recommendation: run it under some water to clean it, slap a bandage on it and you'll be good to go," he paused, "oh, and one more thing to recommend…"
He slowly lowered his head and gently kissed the area of the scratch, careful to make sure his metal lips didn't agitate it.
"I remember reading something on the Internet about a kiss making cuts feel better…probably the placebo effect but I thought I'd give it a shot all the same," he continued in a humorous manner, winking at Carol.
Lacy picked up the cat carrier while Snoofles started meowing.
"Well, I'll be waiting for you outside," she said.
Once Lacy left the room, Ultron led Carol out of Janette's bedroom and down the hall until they reached the bathroom. Inside, Carol turned on the sink's faucet and ran her arm under the running water while Ultron searched the cabinet for a first aid kit. Once he pulled one out of the cabinet, Carol stopped and dried her arm before she held it in front of her boyfriend, allowing him to bandage it carefully.
"And like that," Ultron announced as he finished, "there you go, all sealed up. But, I'd advise wearing some sleeves whenever anything involving the vet comes up."
"I don't know, Ultron," Carol shrugged, "I'm sure the vet would understand why I got the scratches."
Ultron led Carol out of the bathroom and down the hallway, although his girlfriend had to retrieve her handbag from her room. After that, they left the apartment and met up with Lacy outside.
"I meant as in you should wear sleeves to make sure Snoofles here," Ultron leaned down so he was peering into the pet carrier, "doesn't go leaving anymore scratches. Yeah, I'm lookin' at you, buddy."
Snoofles avoided meeting Ultron's gaze and proceeded to begin cleaning off his forepaws.
Shaking his head with a grin, Ultron stood back up.
"Cats are the best on the planet at evasion," he said, "so are we driving him up to the vet? I don't think he'd be receptive to me flying him over."
"That's why I'm taking a taxi," Lacy replied.
"Ok, mom!" Carol chirped, "I'll meet you at the vet."
Carol gestured Ultron to kneel to her level, allowing her to embrace herself to him.
"Eh, flying's more fun anyways," he shrugged.
Ultron triggered his thrusters, shooting into the air and using his navigation software to plot the quickest flight path to the veterinarian office…one that he made sure was free of any potential helicopter collisions after a few near tragedies involving several of his drone bodies out on errands. Once he touched down in front of the veterinarian's office, they waited for a while until a taxi arrived and Lacy emerged with Snoofles in tow. Ultron noticed Snoofles narrowing his eyes towards him as Lacy carried the pet carrier up to the front entrance.
"I think somebody is holding a grudge," he whispered to Carol.
"Yeah," Carol shrugged, "he gets grumpy whenever he's brought to the vet."
Carol had another point, so Ultron led her and Lacy into the vet's office. In the waiting room, Ultron could see various pets with their owners.
"Wow…" Ultron leaned in close to Carol and whispered, "so uh…is it normal that my chemical scanners are telling me that almost all of these animals are as frightened or angry as Snoofles is?"
"Many pets can get scared of the vet," Carol shrugged, "mostly cats and dogs."
While Lacy stepped towards the reception counter, Carol sat down with Ultron staying by her side.
"Hi, we're here for Snoofles's checkup," Lacy said.
Lacy handed the receptionist her ID, who examined it for a moment before handing it back.
"She will be out in just a moment," replied the receptionist.
Lacy stepped away from the counter and sat down next to Carol. Snoofles let out a meow that sounded like he was in pain while he pawed at the door in an attempt to open the lock. Soon, the vet emerged from the door next to the reception counter.
"Hello, Mrs. Harvey," she smiled, "is Mr. Snoofles ready?"
Lacy stood from her seat and lifted the cat carrier.
"We've had a rough start today," Lacy replied.
The vet made a brief glance at Carol's bandaged arm.
"I can see that," the vet commented.
Carol and Ultron followed Lacy and the vet through the door and down the small corridor before they turned to the door that led into the vet's office. Once inside, Lacy set down the cat carrier on the floor next to the metal table.
"Carol," requested Ultron, "do you mind if I handle your cat so he doesn't get away?"
"Uh, go for it!" Carol nodded.
Ultron knelt down and opened the cat carrier door, but Snoofles wouldn't even budge.
"Ok," Ultron cooed, "why don't you come out, little buddy?"
Ultron reached in and placed his hand under Snoofles's chest before he pulled the feisty cat out of the cat carrier. His audio sensors picked up the cat's low growl while he lifted him onto the metal table. The vet stepped towards the metal table and turned on the scale at the far end of the metal table.
"So, Carol," the vet asked, gesturing to Ultron, "did you get a chance to persuade Mr. Stark to build you a robot boyfriend?"
Ultron let out an amused chuckle.
"Oh, it's a long story," he remarked.
Ultron lifted Snoofles before lowering him onto the scale. The tuxedo cat seemed to calm down a bit while the vet read the indicator on the scale. Ultron almost hoped that the rest of the appointment would be a smooth ride until he heard Snoofles let out a frustrated meow.
"You doing ok, Sir Complains-a-Lot?" Ultron mused.
Carol couldn't help but laugh, which caught Ultron's attention.
"What?" paused Ultron.
"My dad called him that when he tried to get him to the vet," Carol clarified.
Once the vet finished recording the cat's weight, Ultron removed Snoofles from the scale and placed him back onto the metal table. Ultron kept a firm grip on Snoofles so the vet could put on her stethoscope and place the chest-piece on the cat, taking care to determine his heartbeat.
"Good boy," said the vet.
When the vet removed the stethoscope, Snoofles lashed out, so Ultron had to restrain the cat's forepaws with his hand. Still, the vet began massaging the tuxedo cat's head, inspecting it for any unusual changes. That didn't stop Snoofles from letting out a hiss while he folded his ears. Once the vet finished examining his teeth, Ultron started rotating Snoofles, giving the cat a chance to bat at the robot, even if it seemed useless.
"It's ok, Mr. Snoofles," the vet assured, "we're almost done."
The vet turned towards the drawer and pulled out the syringe with a cap covering the needle. Snoofles still growled at Ultron, who tilted his head to the side.
"I know you're not in a good mood right now," Ultron told Snoofles, "but I'm sure you'll thank me later when you don't get sick."
The vet removed the cap from the syringe and gave Snoofles the injection.
"Ok, Snoofles," the vet announced, "all done!"
Carol let out a sigh of relief.
"At least that's over with," Carol commented.
Once the vet nodded in approval, Ultron lifted Snoofles into his arms and placed him back into the cat carrier.
"I still have the bill to cover," Lacy insisted, "you two can wait outside."
While Lacy began discussing with the vet, Carol and Ultron stepped outside the office, meandering through the hall until they exited the waiting room, only to notice Charlie and Hilda Ramirez waiting for them. Yet, they weren't in their uniforms while they folded their arms.
"Oh, no," Ultron grumbled.
Carol placed her hands on her hips and leaned forward slightly.
"How are you doing, Mr. Putty?" Carol asserted Charlie.
"Are you not going to let that go?" Charlie groaned in disgust.
Carol shook her head in glee.
"You here to steal pets?" Carol taunted.
Irritated, Hilda grabbed Carol's upper arm and pulled her forward, eliciting a started yelp out of her.
"We know you helped the Winter Soldier escape," snarled Hilda, "now where is he?!"
Carol stammered nervously while Ultron aimed his hand at Charlie and Hilda.
"Try anything funny and I will make you regret it!" Ultron warned the bounty hunters.
Carol shifted glances between Ultron, Charlie and Hilda. What if the bounty hunters had their guns concealed? How would she have to get out of this situation? It took her a moment to have an idea pop into her head.
"He's…in Mexico," Carol lied, "sneaking illegal immigrants across the border!"
Charlie and Hilda exchanged confused glances. Carol felt chills run down her spine as the thought of them taking her hostage frightened her. Still, she tilted her head towards Ultron, hoping he would prevent a possible kidnapping. To her surprise, Hilda released her grip.
"We'll let you go this time," Hilda threatened, "but if we find out you lied, you will pay dearly. ¿Comprendes?"
Carol nodded nervously. The bounty hunters took that as a cue and turned to leave, so she sighed in relief.
"That was close!" Carol exclaimed.
Ultron placed his hand on Carol's shoulder, catching her attention.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Aren't you worried?" Ultron reminded Carol, "they might be threatening to kill you."
"I couldn't let them capture Bucky either," Carol shrugged.
Ultron let out a sigh.
"Fair point," he agreed, "but that doesn't help me feel better. Still, I'm surprised you didn't express fear facing those two."
While Ultron lifted Carol into his arms, Lacy emerged from the vet's office with Snoofles in the cat carrier.
"All right," Lacy announced, "I got the bills covered, so Snoofles is ready to go home."
"Great!" Carol chirped, "we'll meet you back at the apartment."
Lacy stood at the sidewalk, waiting for a taxi.
"You be careful with my little chipmunk," Lacy advised, "ok, Ultron?"
"Well, all right," Ultron nodded.
Ultron held Carol in his embrace while he took off into the sky, hovering over New York on his way to Carol's apartment. The silver robot hoped that Snoofles would soon calm down after the taxi ride, so maybe he should come up with methods to soothe the cat on his next trip to the vet.
I'm still open to suggestions on how to continue the fanfic.
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