Oh wow, I didn't get to post on Saturday for various reasons (I had some troubles with my flash drive). Oh well, Tuesday will have to do.

Perfect Carnage: Jurassic World was a lot of fun, but the human characters were all so generic, as if they came from an 80s film...but now I'm getting off topic. ;)

Tony stood facing the two (what were the names again? Oh right, Pietro and Wanda) powered intruders, with his kinda-sorta robot son by his side. His life was weird like that. What he hadn't been expecting were the looks of pure, seething hatred in their eyes. Obviously, he had done something to upset them.

"You two don't seem to be fans of mine. Maybe we got off on the wrong foot. Look, I really have no idea what I've done in the past to make you so upset. Did I fire your parents from my company? Did I sell you fault parts? Oh no, please don't tell me I dated your mom."

Their faces seemed to darken on that last one; maybe he was on the right track. Besides him, Ultron tapped his foot with impatience.

"Father, who cares what you may or may not have done? These two teamed with HYDRA, broke into your house, and have attacked your friends. Whatever you did couldn't be worth this."

"Father? You program your own robots to call you father?" Pietro spoke in a tone that suggested he couldn't believe it. Tony alternately turned to Pietro, and then addressed Ultron.

"No, I do not program my robots to address me as father, I'll have you know. That's just weird. And Ultron, you really don't have to call me that in front of strangers." Ultron tilted his head.

"But father, I'm proud to address you as such. You're a brilliant man, and no one can embarrass me into denying you." Ultron gave a smile, and Tony wondered how a robot could melt his heart like that. He was brought back to reality when an energy bolt exploded on the ground next to him.

Wanda was in a fighting stance, her hands glowing crimson, and her eyes doing the same. If there was any way that she could look scarier, she had done it. Even her hair was floating, as if an invisible air conditioner had been flicked on under her.

"You would dare have your robot call you father? You would dare?" Before Tony could even begin trying to figure out how that had offended her, she was throwing more of her bright blasts at him. He dodged and weaved around most of them, firing back repulsor rays to keep her at bay, but she was seemingly able to form a barrier around her.

Most of the rays she blocked with her shield ended up getting redirected into the walls, leaving burnt marks. It would take a thick coat of paint to fix.

"You would make a mockery of our grief? You are more of a monster than I ever thought!" Wanda was beyond reasoning, and Tony decided he wouldn't even try to. He would just have to take her out.

Ultron wanted to help his dad fight the witch, but a speeding blur was running circles around him, much like the bird in that cartoon he had seen a bit of online. However, reality wasn't like a cartoon; Ultron was confident that if he were to drop a steel girder on Pietro, he wouldn't be able to squeeze his way out of it.

"Give it up, tin plate. My sister will take care of your so-called father, and you'll never be able to hit me." The words were spoken with the utmost arrogance, which Ultron had learned to detect after only a few days with his father.

Ultron attempted to engage the speedster in melee combat, but the youth was far too fast, zipping around Ultron's punches and firing off rounds from dozens of weapons he snatched from the walls of the lab. He would shoot with one weapon a few times, before dropping it and switching to another. He managed to go through six weapons in a minute.

"I may not be able to catch you," Ultron said, blocking his optics from a green laser that the boy had gotten his hands on, "but none of those weapons can do any damage to me. It appears this is a stalemate."

Pietro ceased his running to shrug, tossing a gun over his shoulder. "I don't need a weapon, I am a weapon. If I move my body fast enough, I can even break through a brick wall." Suddenly, Ultron's optics could no longer keep up with Pietro anymore as he approached with startling speed. Even Ultron's tracking systems couldn't predict where his next move would be.

Not that it mattered; Ultron had a good hunch what the hot-headed Pietro planned to do, especially after that speech he made. And right as rain, the youth collided with Ultron in a full-body slam that ended with the former unconscious on the ground. Ultron figured that Pietro would probably have a concussion.

However, now he would be able to help his father. He saw Wanda glance over at him, her eyes going wide as she spotted Pietro. "Brother! No!" She pointed her hands at Ultron, giving Tony the opportunity to swoop down and grab her by the wrists.

"That'll be enough of that. But brother? You two are siblings?" Wanda glared daggers at Tony.

"What do you care? You're the man who manufactured those death weapons, the kind that fired upon my village, killing our parents. We were trapped for days with their corpses, beside a missile that could have exploded at any moment." She paused to laugh, a humorless one. "When the missile didn't go off, my brother and I realized that we were allowed to live for a reason – to avenge our parents, and everyone else you have ever hurt!" With a cry, she ripped her arms free of Tony's grasp and began to weave her hands around his head, letting off red sparks.

Ultron could see his father's eyes begin to darken, as an expression of intense fear overcame him. Angered with concern, Ultron quickly fired a blast from his palm, striking Wanda in the stomach, knocking her down. His father collapsed beside her.

"Father!" Ultron kneeled beside Tony, lifting him up. Tony's eyes flickered open as the man let out a groan.

"What – what happened?" His skin had gone pale, and his pupils were darting around. Ultron's sensors also picked up the fact that his heartbeat was racing faster than normal. What had that witch done to him?

"Wanda!" Ultron and Tony turned to face an anguished Pietro, who had chosen that moment to awaken from his slumber. He looked angry, but Ultron also noticed that he winced as he stood up. He was clearly in no position to put up a fight.

"Your sister is down, and you're injured. Stop this, and I'll help you in any way I can," Tony offered, the effort it took just to get those words out not lost on Ultron. It was admirable how Tony attempted to stay strong even after whatever ordeal he had gone through. He also knew that Tony was most likely feeling remorse because of what Wanda had said.

"Why would I listen to anything you have to say?" Pietro crouched down as he prepared to run, and that's when all hell broke loose.

Pietro watched as the robot shot his sister, and the rage he felt building up inside him could not be quenched. Before he could attack, however, there was an immensely loud bursting noise, as if the lab itself was exploding, before dozens of Iron Man armor began to break through the glass that held them in their containers and fly around the room. To Pietro, a man who hated Stark technology, it was a horrific sight.

The com-link in his ear buzzed briefly before a stern voice growled out, "Mission status." Cursing mentally, Pietro quickly shot out his hand to touch the com-link, fast enough so that no one would see. "Strucker, my sister has been injured, and the robots in Stark's lab have gone out of control." Strucker laughed.

"Then all is going according to plan. The chaos being caused right now should be immense." Pietro inhaled sharply as he realized that the armor running amok had been part of Strucker's plan; that had been why he instructed them to insert the flash drive.

"Now Pietro, you can use the distraction to find the real reason for your visit. Enter Stark's private elevator; the normal one is already damaged." Pietro knew that talking back to the head of HYRDRA wasn't smart, but he had to.

"I can't. I need to rescue my sister." There was silence for a few seconds, before Strucker answered in a dangerously quiet voice. "Do you think to question me, boy? Do so again, and your sister's life is forfeit." With a click, Pietro knew that Strucker had hung up. With one last frustrated glance at his sister, he ran for the private elevator.

Two of the Iron Men attempted to grab him, but he nimbly zipped out of the way, causing the two of them to crash into each other. He let out a small grin at that, before glancing once more behind him. Strucker had been right; Stark and his pet robot were busy fighting against the legion of armor. They would never catch him in time. He entered the elevator, and kept on looking at the carnage up until the doors slid closed.

Author's Notes:

They say the family that fights together sticks together. I liked having two families fight each other; it was fun. Strucker is a jerk; I never liked him in the comics or cartoons, so I made sure to give him an even more A-hole personality here than in the film.