(Marvel, DC, images, manhuas, and every anime that will be mentioned and used in this story are not mine. They all belong to their respective owners. The main character "Karito Josue Valdez" and the story are mine)
Small time skip
No pov
Within the confines of the Quinjet, the Avengers found themselves in somber solitude, each lost in their own contemplation following the recent encounter with the twins. Karito diligently tended to his suit, mending the battle-induced damages with unwavering focus. Despite his efforts to offer support and check in on his comrades, their restlessness kept them at a distance, their emotions too unsettled to easily connect. Amidst this collective unease, a grave announcement reverberated through the comms, delivered by the ever-dutiful Coulson, delivering news that cast a shadow over their already burdened spirits.
(Coulson) On the radio "The news is going absolutely crazy for you guys. The rest... Well, I'll stay quiet. There's at least been no official call for Banner's arrest... But it's in the air."
(Karito) "Of course, all they can do is complain. That's what they are good at."
(Tony) "The Stark Relief Foundation?"
(Maria Hill) On the radio "Already on the scene... How's the team."
(Karito) "They... need rest. They're tired mentally, thanks to Wanda and her mental spells."
(Tony) "We took a hit. We'll shake it off."
(Maria Hill) "Well, for now, I'd stay stealth mode and stay away from here."
(Karito) "So, we run and hide huh?"
(Coulson) "At least until we can find Ultron, I don't have a lot else to offer."
(Tony) Sighs "Neither do we." Turns off the coms and walks toward Hawkeye that is currently driving the Quinjet "Hey, you wanna switch out?"
(Clint) "No, I'm good. If you wanna get some kip, now's a good time. because we're still a few hours out."
(Karito) "We're going to your safe house?"
(Clint) "Yup, just a bit while longer."
(Karito) "Alright, I'll take a nap then." Immediately falls asleep
(Tony) "He's already asleep?"
(Clint) "It surprises me too don't worry."
A few hours later
As the first rays of dawn illuminated the sky, casting a golden glow upon the earth, the Avengers made their descent, their Quinjet gracefully touching down in the tranquil embrace of the wooded surroundings. Stepping out onto the earth, they embarked on a solemn procession, their collective footsteps resonating with purpose as they advanced toward the humble abode nestled amidst the trees. Karito, ever attuned to the needs of his companions, dedicated himself to providing solace to Natasha, whose spirit remained unsettled, her essence still reverberating with the remnants of their harrowing encounter. With tender care and unwavering support, he walked by her side, offering a steadfast presence in the face of her shaken state.
(Thor) "What is this place?"
(Tony) "Safehouse."
(Clint) "Let's hope." Enters the house "Honey? I'm home!" A woman appears from the Kitchen "... Hi. Company... Sorry, I didn't call ahead."
(Laura) "Hi" Kisses Clint
(Tony) "This is an agent of some kind."
(Clint) "Gentlemen, this is Laura."
(Laura) "I know all of your names." Chuckles "I already knew Karito, he has been here a few times already."
(Karito) "Heya!" Peace sign
As the Avengers traversed the threshold of the house, their footsteps reverberating softly against the polished floor, a symphony of hushed anticipation filled the air. Suddenly, a delicate melody of footsteps echoed in the distance, gradually drawing nearer. Two figures materialized from the depths of the family room, their youthful forms exuding an aura of innocence and vulnerability. With unbridled joy in their eyes, they hastened toward the stalwart figure of Clint, his countenance illuminated by a tender smile. In a heartwarming embrace, the children enveloped him, their small arms wrapping around his sturdy frame, seeking solace and reassurance in his comforting presence.
(Daughter) "Dad!" Hugs Clint
(Clint) "Hi, sweetheart! Hey buddy!" Side hugs his son "How are you guys doing?"
Steve's gaze lingered upon the unfolding tableau with a mixture of astonishment and disbelief. The sight before him seemed to defy the boundaries of his perception, challenging the preconceived notions he held about his fellow Avenger, Barton. In the depths of his being, Steve harbored an indescribable sense of admiration for his comrade's unwavering dedication to duty and unwavering loyalty. Yet, the revelation of Barton's clandestine existence as a family man, nurturing and cherishing the lives of his children, revealed a hitherto hidden facet of his character. A profound sense of marvel washed over the assembled Avengers, their collective astonishment palpable in the air, as they grappled with the unexpected revelation. Only Karito and Natasha, cognizant of the secret Clint Barton had guarded so fiercely, stood as silent witnesses to this revelation, their expressions reflecting a blend of understanding and a shared bond forged through years of camaraderie and trust. In this moment of profound revelation, the Avengers bore witness to the complexities and depths of their fellow hero's humanity, forever altering their perception of the enigmatic archer.
(Tony) "... These are smaller agents."
(Clint) "Look at your face!"
(Lila Daughter) "Did you bring Auntie Nat and Uncle Karito?"
(Natasha) Composes herself "Why don't you hug her and find out?" Embraces Lila
(Karito) "It is I! The greatest Uncle!"
(Cooper Son) "Uncle Karito." Runs toward Karito and hugs him
(Karito) "Hey, buddy! Did you pass the Uncharted game I lent you?"
(Cooper) "Yeah, it took me some time to pass all of the games but I managed."
(Karito) "I got another one for you. I'll show you in a bit alright?"
(Cooper) "Yes!"
(Steve) "Sorry for barging in on you."
(Tony) "Yeah, we would have called ahead, but were busy having no idea that you existed."
(Clint) "Yeah, well, Fury helped me set this up when I joined. He kept it off S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files. I'd like to keep it that way... I figured it's a good place to lay low."
(Laura) "Honey."
(Thor) Steps on legos and pretends he didn't do anything
(Natasha) "I missed you. How's little Natasha, huh?"
(Karito) "Oh yeah, how's Nat's clone doing?"
(Laura) Giggle "She's... Nathaniel."
(Karito) "Pff, get gender bended."
(Natasha) Pouts and whispers at Laura's Stomach "Traitor."
Clint's daughter, an embodiment of innocence and curiosity, approached Thor with a gaze that held a profound and profound stillness. As her wide-eyed gaze met the God's uneasy countenance, a disquieting sensation began to creep its way into Thor's consciousness, stirring memories of illusions that had once plagued his mind. A flicker of unease danced across his features, threatening to unravel the composure he held so steadfastly. Yet, just as the tendrils of apprehension began to tighten their grip, a seemingly inconsequential event intervened. A humble toaster, dutifully fulfilling its purpose, expelled a slice of toasted bread, serving as an unexpected catalyst for Thor's respite. Recognizing this fortuitous moment of respite, Thor excused himself from the company of his companions and ventured outside, yearning for a fleeting moment of solace. Steve, ever perceptive and attuned to the shifting emotions of his fellow Avenger, discerned Thor's need for solitude and dutifully followed suit, extending his unwavering support to his comrade in a silent display of solidarity.
(Steve) "Thor?"
(Thor) "I saw something in that dream. I need answers. I won't find them here." He spins his hammer and leaves everyone
As Steve cautiously traversed the threshold and entered the confines of the house, a cascade of memories and emotions flooded his consciousness, their echoes reverberating through the corridors of his mind. Amidst the vivid recollections, Peggy's mellifluous voice, a tender whisper from the depths of his heart, resonated within him, beckoning him to a place of respite and solace, a place he yearned to call home. The weight of a weary sigh escaped his lips, an audible manifestation of the relentless battles he had endured and the unyielding desire for tranquility that had etched itself into the very fabric of his being. With a steadfast resolve, he embarked on a deliberate sojourn, traversing the rooms and hallways of the house, seeking solace amidst the stillness and a fleeting respite from the ceaseless turmoil that encircled his life. Each step he took served as a balm for his weary soul, a quiet reminder of the solace he sought, and a momentary reprieve from the burdens he bore.
Within the confines of the house, Clint's wife diligently attended to the remnants of his past injury, now but a faded memory on the canvas of his battle-worn body. With measured precision, she inspected the healed flesh, her gaze guided by a delicate touch, tracing the contours of restored vitality that bore witness to the marvels of Dr. Cho's innovative technology.
(Clint) "See? You worried for nothing."
(Laura) "If they're sleeping here, some of them are gonna have to double up."
(Clint) Laughs "Yeah, that's not gonna sell. Tho Karito wouldn't mind that, but the others?"
(Laura) "What about Nat and Dr. Banner? How long has that been going on?"
(Clint) "Has what?"
(Laura) Laughs "You are so cute."
(Clint) "Nat and Banner?"
(Laura) "I'll explain when you're older, Hawkeye."
(Clint) "Well okay." Puts a shirt on
(Laura) "It's bad, right? Nat seems really shaken."
(Clint) Sighs "Ultron has these allies. These, uh, kids. They're punks, really. But they carry a big, damn stick. And Nat took a serious hit. Hell, Karito had to fight Hulk with Tony. Someone's gonna have to teach them some manners."
(Laura) "That someone being you. You know I totally support your avenging. I couldn't be prouder. But I see those guys... Those gods..." Sees Steve, Tony, and Karito walking outside in casual clothes
(Clint) "You don't think they need me."
(Laura) "I think they do, which is a lot scarier. They're a mess"
(Clint) Sighs "Yeah... Karito has been busting his ass trying to solve everyone's problems but he forgets about himself... he depends on others' happiness and when he doesn't see the others like that, he beats himself up for it. All of them... are vulnerable right now... I guess they're my mess."
(Laura) "You need to be sure that this team is really a team, and that they have your back." Clint faces her "Things are changing for us. In a few months' time, you and I are gonna be outnumbered. I need.... Just be sure."
(Clint) "Yes, ma'am." Kisses Laura and hugs her
(Laura) Touches Clint's healed injury "I can feel the difference."
Location change
U-Gin Genetics Research Lab
Seoul, Korea
No Pov
Dr. Cho gracefully made her way through the bustling laboratory, exchanging brief but purposeful conversations with the diligent staff members who shared her sense of urgency. The air crackled with a palpable tension, as if time itself were racing against their efforts. Shedding her coat, Dr. Cho stepped into the dimly lit recesses of the lab, where an enigmatic presence awaited her.
In the depths of the shadows, Ultron materialized, his form a stark contrast to the sterile surroundings. His presence loomed with an eerie magnetism, a fusion of artificial intelligence and the remnants of humanity's aspirations.
(Ultron) "Scream and your entire staff dies. I could've killed you, Helen, the night we met. I didn't."
(Dr. Cho) "Do you expect a thank-you note?"
(Ultron) "I expect you to know why."
(Dr. Cho) Looks in the middle of the room and looks at a metallic coffin "The Cradle."
(Ultron) He replays Dr. Cho's recording " This is the next thing, Tony." "This is the next me."
(Dr. Cho) "The Regeneration Cradle prints tissue. It can't build a living body."
(Ultron) Approaches Dr. Cho making her walk back in fear "It can. You can. You lack the materials." An Ultron minion walks in holding a container of vibranium "You're a brilliant woman, Helen." Another Minion appears with Loki's scepter charging it up "But we all have room to improve." Taps her heart with the scepter and starts controlling her
Location change
Clint Barton's home
No pov
Natasha reclined upon the cool floor, her lithe form enveloped in a silken bathrobe. Memories of her harrowing past surged through her consciousness, etching deep grooves of anguish into her psyche. The remnants of that indelible place continued to haunt her, casting an unrelenting shadow over her being. The weight of her experiences gnawed at her, instilling an ever-present unease that reverberated through her core. The depths of her torment were etched in her every fiber, an indelible mark upon her soul that would persist for the duration of her existence.
Meanwhile, within the confines of the shower, Bruce methodically guided the razor across his rugged jawline. Fleeting glimpses of his violent outbursts plagued his thoughts, a relentless barrage of images that tore at his fragile equilibrium. The rampant destruction he had wrought, the lives he had inadvertently shattered, all played out before his mind's eye. The echoes of Karito's resolute strikes and Tony's desperate attempts to quell his unleashed fury reverberated through his being, casting a shroud of desolation upon his very identity. A profound sense of desolation and self-loathing permeated his being, painting him as an abomination, an agent of untamed chaos.
Emerging from the bathroom, Bruce's gaze met Natasha's waiting figure, her quiet strength a beacon of solace amidst the tempestuous storm that raged within him.
(Bruce) "I didn't realize you were waiting."
(Natasha) "I would've joined you, but, uh, it didn't seem like the right time."
(Bruce) "They used up all the hot water."
(Natasha) "I should've joined you."
(Bruce) "Missed our window." Chuckles
(Natasha) "... Did we?"
(Bruce) An awkward silence filled the room but he started putting on his shirt "The world just saw the Hulk. The real Hulk, for the first time... You know I have to leave."
(Natasha) "You assumed that I have to stay? I had this, um, dream. The kind that seems normal at the time, but when you wake..."
(Bruce) "What did you dream?"
(Natasha) "That I was an Avenger. That I was anything more than the assassin they made me."
(Bruce) "I think you're being hard on yourself."
(Natasha) Gets very close to Banner "Here I was hoping that was your job."
(Bruce) Startled "What are you doing?"
(Natasha) Whispers "I'm running with it... With you." Places her hand on his cheek and he holds it "If running is the plan, as far as you want."
(Bruce) In total shock and backs away "Are you out of your mind?"
(Natasha) "I want you to understand that, um..."
(Bruce) "Natasha... where can I go? Where in the world am I not a threat?"
(Natasha) "You're not a threat to me."
(Bruce) "Are you sure? Even if I didn't just... There's no future with me. I can't ever... I can't have this. Kids. Do the math. I physically can't."
(Natasha) "...Neither can I." Silence filled the room but she kept talking "In the Red Room where I was trained... Where I was raised, um, they have a graduation ceremony." She looks down but faces him again "They sterilize you." Starts tearing up "It's efficient." She sighs "One less thing to worry about. The one thing that might matter more than a mission. Makes everything easier. Even killing." Both stayed quiet and Banner looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't
Just as Natasha poised herself to utter words that could bridge the emotional chasm between her and Bruce, the atmosphere pregnant with unspoken confessions, Karito strode into the room with an air of calculated interruption. Unbeknownst to Bruce and Natasha, his entrance bore a deliberate intent, disrupting the weighty gravity of their impending exchange.
Karito's interruption served as a subtle yet purposeful diversion, deflecting the mounting vulnerability and unspoken truths that threatened to engulf the room. Like a maestro orchestrating a delicate symphony, he skillfully wielded his presence to sway the course of the conversation, veiling the underlying tension beneath a veil of light-hearted banter. His maneuverings were not born of mere happenstance, but a calculated stratagem to safeguard the fragile equilibrium between Bruce and Natasha, sparing them from the depths of introspection that loomed before them.
As Karito's entrance shattered the somber atmosphere, a temporary respite washed over the room, veiling the shadowy depths of introspection that lingered beneath the surface. Unbeknownst to Bruce and Natasha, a subtle dance of intentions was set in motion, orchestrated by Karito's careful interjection.
(Karito) Awkwardly stares "Did I interrupt something?"
(Bruce) Nervous "Oh uh, no you didn't."
(Natasha) Upset but hides it "No, we are okay."
(Karito) "Cool, Bruce, come downstairs for a moment."
(Bruce) "Oh uh... Ok." Exits the room and goes downstairs
Just as Karito set his sights on joining Bruce's departure, his forward momentum was abruptly halted by Natasha, her countenance betraying a sense of vexation and apprehension. The weight of her emotions, carefully concealed behind a veil of composure, surged forth, compelling her to interpose herself between Karito and his intended path.
(Natasha) "What the hell are you doing?"
(Karito) "I have my reasons."
(Natasha) "WHY?! You know I love him! Why are you stopping me?!"
(Karito) "Because it's still not time yet."
(Natasha) "Who do you think you are to choose MY TIME!"
(Karito) "Your friend, right now you won't realize it but I'm helping you right now. I'm not saying you are unable to be happy. You can, but not like this. This is going in the wrong direction and it doesn't make sense. Just... wait."
(Natasha) Looks angrily at Karito but calms down "Give me a good reason why I should wait..."
(Karito) "None of you are monsters, we are all broken right now. We all need each other, we can't be all up our throats and taking sides on who's gonna leave and let the world be destroyed by a robot. If we all go our separate ways now, we are not going to have a future. We are just going to live in an age of despair. Now tell me, if you left with Banner now and later on he would have to save you because you were being a damsel in distress. Ultron will use you against him, he's clever. Natasha, I know I'm not making any sense now but... just wait a little longer. The world is at stake here... and with no world... we won't have a life worth living for."
(Natasha) "...Fine." lays down on the bed
(Karito) Sighs and closes the door "I have no idea what I just said..." Walks downstairs
(Bruce) "Karito, what took you so long?"
(Karito) "Oh, I just got you out of a pickle."
(Bruce) "But why?"
(Karito) "That kind of talk was just going to fill your head with bad ideas. We can't be having that right now. I sound cruel right now but it's the truth. Just... don't despise me for this."
(Bruce) Dumbfounded
(Karito) Leaves and goes outside
Outside Barton's home
Tony, Steve, and Karito engaged in the therapeutic act of chopping wood, their collective efforts seeking solace and release. Steve and Tony wielded their axes with measured precision, their strikes resonating with purpose and catharsis. Meanwhile, Karito employed his unique abilities, effortlessly splitting logs in twain with the retractable stingers emanating from his wrists.
Amidst the rhythmic thuds of wood meeting steel, Tony, ever the instigator, broke the silence that enveloped them, fostering an atmosphere ripe for conversation.
(Tony) "Thor didn't say where he was going for answers?"
(Steve) "Sometimes my teammates don't tell me things."
(Karito) "Hey, Clint did it because he's protecting his family. This kind of job endangers people you love and you know that."
(Steve) "Karito, I really do not want to hear that from you. How are we supposed to be a team when we can even trust each other? I was hoping Thor would be an exception."
(Tony) "Yeah, just give him time. We don't know what the Maximoff kid showed him." Steve cuts a log
(Steve) "Earth's mightiest heroes." Pulled us apart like cotton candy."
(Tony) "Seems like you walked away all right."
(Karito) "Seriously?"
(Tony) "What? I just don't trust a guy without a dark side." Cuts a log "Call me old-fashioned."
(Karito) "Why is it always like this with you?"
(Steve) "We all do, you just haven't seen it yet."
(Karito) "For fucks sakes, this is what Ultron wants. He's tearing us apart, making us afraid."
(Steve) "Well, I guess you'd know. Whether you'd tell us is a hit of a question."
(Karito) "What? I fucking told Tony to fucking stop the experiment! Did he listen? NO!"
(Steve) "Then you should've tried to be more persistent."
(Tony) "Banner and I were doing research."
(Karito) "If your plan was to fucking end the team then it's going very hail mary you know that, right?"
(Tony) "That was the idea! Isn't that the mission? Isn't that the "Why We Fight"? SO we can end the fight. So we get to go home!" Steve breaks a log with his bare hands
(Steve) "Every time someone tries to win a war before it starts, innocent people die... Every time."
(Karito) "I'm so tired of this shit..."
(Steve) "Excuse me?"
(Karito) "Shut up and listen. I'm gonna start with a list of all your fuck ups. Starting with you." Points at Tony
(Tony) "Aw come on! You already gave me a lesson what else do you need to say?"
(Karito) "If you just TALKED with everyone else everything would have been alright. I get it, you didn't want to hear anybody's disapproval. But we are a team! We could have been prepared for the consequences! You weren't a team player Tony and now because you went and did things alone with Bruce we ALL had to suffer from your mistakes! Ultron's entire existence—and the problems he brought with him, would not have come to fruition if YOU have been upfront with the team about your intentions. Your rash need for unbridled and arguably unethical scientific exploration is gonna put the entire world in danger!" Taps Tony's chest "Don't make major decisions unilaterally, sometimes listening can actually help you make better decisions than learning the hard way."
(Tony) "..."
(Karito) "Now with you Steve."
(Steve) "What did I do?"
(Karito) "You are irritated by Tony."
(Steve) "What? No, I..."
(Karito) "I'm stopping you right there. Steve, you are the leader of this team... Start acting like it! It took you this fricking long to even have a serious discussion with Tony about your differences. You don't like how he behaves in public. However, you never tried to reconcile, to have direct communication with Tony and sort out the differences in opinions. Being the leader is your responsibility to have had a frank conversation with Tony to get things sorted rather than letting it flourish. You've had every chance to talk it out, but it took you so damn long." Grabs Steve's shoulders "Communication is key, man. Don't shy away from it."
(Steve) "..."
(Karito) "I'm going back inside, going psychologist mode drains my mental energy." Walks past Laura "But before I go I just have one last thing to say... Our intelligence is one of our greatest strengths, but our ambition and perceived invincibility have gotten us in trouble before where we fail to contain what we tried to tinker with..." Walks back to the house
(Steve) "..."
(Tony) "..."
(Laura) Walks towards them with drinks "I have never seen that side of Karito. Are you sure he's 23?"
(Steve) "I wonder that as well..."
(Laura) "Anyways, Mr. Stark. Clint said you wouldn't mind but our tractor doesn't seem to want to start at all. I thought maybe you might..."
(Tony) "Yeah. I'll give her a kick." Starts walking and looks down
Tony strode purposefully towards the barn, his inquisitive gaze scanning the surroundings. As he neared the rustic structure, his eyes fell upon the imposing figure of a tractor, its metallic frame beckoning his attention. With a meticulous air, Tony approached the agricultural machinery, his keen intellect guiding his inspection.
(Tony) "Hello, Deere. Tell me everything. What ails you?"
(Fury) "Do me a favor." Tony throws a piece of the tractor on the floor "Try not to bring it to life."
(Tony) Sighs "Why, Ms. Barton, you little minx. I get it. Maria Hill called you, right? Was she ever not working for you?"
(Fury) "Artificial intelligence. You never even hesitated."
(Tony) "Look, it's been a really long day, like Eugene O'Neill long, so how's about we skip to the part where you're useful."
(Fury) "Look me in the eye and tell me you're going to shut him down."
(Tony) "I am not getting a lesson from you, not after I just got owned by Karito. You also aren't my director to be telling me anything."
(Fury) "Crazy speech he did, even got me on my toes. But I'm not the director of anybody." Sits down "Just an old man who cares very much about you."
(Tony) "And I'm the man who killed the Avengers..." Furry narrows his remaining eye "I saw it. I didn't tell the team. How could I? I saw them all dead, Nick. I felt it. The entire universe, too. Because of me. I wasn't ready. I didn't do all I could."
(Fury) "That Maximoff girl, she's working you, Stark. Playing on your fear."
(Tony) "I wasn't tricked, I was shown. Wasn't a nightmare, it was my legacy. The end of the path I started us on."
(Fury) "You come up with some pretty impressive intentions, Tony... War isn't one of them."
(Tony) "I watched my friends die. I got scolded by one of my trusted friends who would do anything to make everyone safe. You'd think that'd be as bad as it gets, right?" Scoffs "Nope. It wasn't the worst part."
(Fury) "The worst part is that you didn't."
Small time skip
Nightime
The members of the group engaged in a focused discussion at the kitchen table, deliberating on the next course of action.
(Fury) "Ultron took you folks out of play to buy himself time. My contacts all say he's building something. The amount of vibranium he made off with, I don't think it's just one thing."
(Steve) "What about Ultron himself?"
(Fury) "Oh, he's easy to track. He's everywhere. The guy is multiplying faster than a Catholic rabbit. It still doesn't help us get an angle on any of his plans, though."
(Karito) Taps his foot
(Tony) "Is he still going after launch codes?"
(Fury) "Yes, he is. But he's not making any headway."
(Tony) "I cracked the Pentagon's firewall in high school on a dare."
(Fury) "Well, I contacted our friends and the Nexus about that."
(Steve) "Nexus?"
(Bruce) "It's the world Internet hub in Oslo. Every byte of data flows through there. Fastest access on Earth."
(Clint) "So, what did they say?"
(Fury) "He's fixated on the missiles. But the codes are constantly being changed."
(Tony) "By whom?" A dart passes by and hits the bullseye thanks to Hawkeye
(Fury) "Parties unknown."
(Natasha) "Do we have an ally?"
(Fury) "Ultron's got an enemy. That's not the same thing. Still, I'd pay folding money to know who it is."
(Tony) "I might need to visit Oslo. Find our unknown."
(Natasha) "Well, this is good times, boss but I was kind of hoping when I saw you, you'd have more than that."
(Fury) "I do. I have you." Referring to the Avengers "Back in the day, I had eyes everywhere. Ears, everywhere else. You kids had all the tech you could dream up. Here we all are, back on Earth, with nothing but our wit and our will to save the world. Ultron says the Avengers are the only thing between him and his mission. And whether or not he admits it, his mission is global destruction. All this, laid in a grave. So stand. Outwit the platinum bastard."
(Natasha) "Steve doesn't like that kind of talk."
(Steve) "You know what Romanoff? She smirks
(Fury) "So, what does he want?"
(Karito) "Ultron is going to use the vibranium to build himself a new body. Strong enough to be able to handle anything. He wants to be strong enough to the point where he can take us all on by himself. Ultron would have one of these three objectives, he will cause universal destruction starting with Earth with the nuclear codes, he would kill everyone in the world and create his own Age Of Ultron, or he will force every single human on the planet to become robots. If we are lucky he would just use the missiles to turn Sokovia into a meteor, which would be the best-case scenario. We need to stop Ultron from getting his Vibranium body, and how he's going to do that? He's going to Helen Cho and using the scepter on her to force her to build his body."
(Everyone) "...."
(Karito) "What?"
(Fury) "Are you guys sure he isn't the leader? How the hell did you even come up with that conclusion?"
(Karito) "I thought like a program who misunderstood its purpose."
(Steve) "It still doesn't answer how you came to such conclusions."
(Karito) "I just did, okay? How much do I have to explain myself?"
(Bruce) "Well, we should go to Helen... Karito is most likely true about this."
(Fury) "Alright, that's the plan. You impress me every time we see each other Karito."
(Karito) "It's nothing, sir. Let's go guys."
Meanwhile in Korea
The cradle exhibited remarkable proficiency as it meticulously constructed a new form for Ultron, harnessing the extraordinary properties of vibranium to their utmost extent. The precision and ingenuity displayed by the technology made it a captivating marvel, akin to a prize of the highest scientific distinction.
(Dr. Cho) "It's beautiful. The vibranium atoms aren't just compatible with the tissue cells, they're binding them. And S.H.I.E.L.D. never even thought to..."
(Ultron) "The most versatile substance on the planet and they used it to make a Frisbee." Scoffs "Typical of humans. They scratch the surface and never think" One of his minions break the blue crystal on the scepter and it revealed The Mind Stone "to look within." He grabs the infinity stone and places it on his new body's forehead
With the Avengers back at Barton's home...
(Steve) Gets ready "I'll take Natasha, Karito, and Clint."
(Tony) "All right. Strictly recon. I'll hit the Nexus. I'll join you as soon as I can."
(Steve) "If Ultron's really building a body..."
(Tony) "He'll be more powerful than any of us. Maybe all of us. An android designed by a robot."
(Steve) "You know, I really miss the days when the weirdest thing science ever created was me."
(Fury) Puts his coat on "I'll drop Banner off at the tower. Do you mind if I borrow Ms. Hill?"
(Tony) "She's all yours. Apparently. What are you gonna do?"
(Fury) "I don't know. Something dramatic I hope."
Hawkeye and his wife engaged in a poignant and heartfelt conversation, knowing that their time together was drawing to a close. The weight of their impending separation hung in the air, lending a bittersweet resonance to their words. They exchanged tender expressions of love and understanding, sharing their hopes and fears for the challenges that lay ahead. It was a moment of profound connection, encapsulating the depth of their bond and the courage required to face the uncertain future.
(Clint) "I'm gonna finish reflooring that sunroom as soon as I get back."
(Laura) "Yeah, then you'll find another part of the house to tear apart."
(Clint) Pouts "No. It's the last project. I promise." They both share an intimate kiss and Clint starts to leave with the rest of the Avengers
Embarking on the Quinjet, the Avengers embarked on a journey through the vast expanse of the skies, their destination set firmly on the Korean peninsula. However, before venturing further, a necessary detour awaited them, calling for a pause in their collective mission. Their course redirected, they charted a path towards their designated drop-off point, where Tony Stark was to part ways with the team momentarily. The significance of this moment was not lost on them, as the dynamics of their unity underwent a temporary shift, allowing each member to carry out their respective roles with precision and purpose.
NEXUS Internet Hub
Oslo, Norway
Tony Stark immersed himself in the advanced chamber, surrounded by an intricate web of servers and consoles. Focused and determined, he began his meticulous investigation into Ultron's secrets, sifting through a vast network of information.
(Tony) "A hacker who's faster than Ultron? Well, most likely Karito but he said he still hasn't reached that level yet, whatever that means. But they could be anywhere, and as this is the center of everything, I'm just a guy looking for a needle in the world's biggest haystack."
(Staff) "How do you find it?"
(Tony) "It's pretty simple. You bring a magnet." Sings every so lightly "I'm decrypting nuclear codes. And you don't want me to... Come and get me"
Location change, Korea
(Dr. Cho)"Cellular cohesion will take a few hours, but we can initiate the consciousness stream." Starts to plug Ultron's brain into his new body "We're uploading your cerebral matrix... now"
In a pivotal instant, the ethereal presence of Wanda and Pietro silently infiltrated the lab, their entrance subtly acknowledged by Ultron's keen awareness.
(Wanda) "I can read him... He's dreaming."
(Dr. Cho) "I wouldn't call it dreams. It's Ultron's base consciousness. Informational noise. Soon..."
(Ultron) "How soon?" Lightly raises his hand "I'm not being pushy."
(Dr. Cho) "We're imprinting a physical brain. There are no shortcuts. Even if your magic gem..."
Wanda, compelled by an unyielding curiosity, cautiously approached the nascent form of Ultron, her eyes closing to delve into the recesses of its burgeoning consciousness. As her mind intertwined with Ultron's ethereal projections, a cascade of visions inundated her senses, painting a chilling tapestry of impending cataclysm. A meteoric calamity, dwarfing the ancient demise of the dinosaurs, materialized in her mind's eye, sending shudders of anguish coursing through her being. Yet, the tapestry unfolded further, revealing harrowing alternate realities where heroes met their untimely demise or a perversion of Ultron's dominance reigned supreme. Amidst this disconcerting revelation, Wanda's gaze locked with the malevolent entity gradually encroaching upon Ultron's essence. A malefic grin crept across its countenance as it mouthed a chilling admonition, affirming her ill-fated foray into forbidden depths. Abruptly expelled from Ultron's mental domain, Wanda gasped, her visage etched with a blend of shock and anguish. Pietro, hastening to her side, offered solace and assurance. Regaining composure, Wanda redirected her attention toward the resolute figure of Ultron, now fully manifested before them.
(Wanda) "How could you?"
(Ultron) "How could I what?"
(Wanda) "You said we would destroy the Avengers, make a better world." Ultron clenches his fist
(Ultron) "It will be better."
(Wanda) Scoffs "When everyone is dead?"
(Ultron) "That is not!" Sighs "The human race will have every opportunity to improve."
(Pietro) Look in shock "And if they don't?"
(Ultron) "Ask Noah."
(Wanda) "You are a madman."
(Ultron) "There were more than a dozen extinction-level events before even the dinosaurs got theirs. When the Earth starts to settle, God throws a stone at it. And, believe me, he's winding up. We have to evolve. There's no room for the weak." Touches the metal coffin that's building his body
(Pietro) Wanda secretly revokes Dr. Cho's mind control thanks to him covering her "And who decides who's weak?"
(Ultron) "Life." Chuckles "Life always decides." detects an aircraft approaching the base "There's incoming... The Quinjet. We have to move."
(Dr. Cho) "That's not a problem." Stops the procedure of Ultron's mind to his new body
Ultron's exasperated exhalation betrayed his mounting frustration as he wielded his formidable power with impunity. With callous disregard, he directed an iridescent beam of concentrated energy towards Helen Cho, the innocent scientist caught in the crosshairs of his malevolence. In an act of unfathomable cruelty, her body succumbed to the searing assault of his laser, a tragic casualty in the wake of his relentless pursuit. Sensing an opportunity amidst the chaos, Pietro seized the moment, his swift feet propelling him away from the scene, Wanda in tow, as they dissolved into the shadows, vanishing from Ultron's malefic gaze.
(Ultron) Stammers "Wait, guys!" gets angry and kills all staff members "They'll understand. When they see, they'll understand. I just need a little more time." Rips the cord from head head
Ultron, undeterred by setbacks and driven by his insidious machinations, resolved to abscond with the cradle, that remarkable apparatus of creation. With calculated intent, he determined to relocate the ongoing procedure to a more clandestine domain, ensconcing his burgeoning project within the shadows of secrecy. Meanwhile, the valiant Captain America, ever resolute and imbued with unwavering determination, disembarked near the laboratory, resuming his mission on foot. As the Quinjet remained poised in the sky, Hawkeye, poised within its confines, awaited the call to action, his steadfast vigilance undiminished.
(Captain America) "Two minutes. Stay close."
(Spider-Man) "I'll stay outside, I'll let you know when I see Ultron."
As Captain America entered the lab, a somber ambiance pervaded the air, accompanied by the disheartening sight of devastation that met his gaze. The remnants of shattered equipment and the lingering scent of chaos served as grim reminders of the turmoil that had unfolded within those walls. Amidst the wreckage, he discovered the injured form of Helen, her life force ebbing away. Swiftly, he cradled her fragile frame, his hands steady and resolute, drawing forth an enigmatic elixir bestowed upon him by the enigmatic Karito, harboring it for moments such as these. With a sense of providence, he administered the potion to Helen, witnessing its miraculous properties at work as her wounds mended with rapid celerity, akin to a renaissance of her very being. Yet, Helen disregarded this sensation, focusing her attention on conveying the gravity of the situation that had transpired.
(Dr. Cho) "He's uploading himself into the body."
(Captain America) "Where?"
Amidst the urgency that enveloped the scene, Captain America's resolve to track down Ultron faltered momentarily as Helen, now revitalized, interjected with a final revelation. Recognizing the weight of her words, he paused, his gaze locked upon her, ready to absorb the wisdom she possessed. The gravity of the situation hung palpably in the air, as their interaction took on a profound significance.
(Dr. Cho) "The real power is inside the Cradle. The gem, its power is uncontainable. You can't just blow it up. You have to get the Cradle to Stark."
(Captain America) "First, I have to find it."
(Dr. Cho) "Go."
(Captain America) Taps his earpiece "Did you guys copy that?"
(Spider-Man) "Yup."
(Hawkeye) "We did."
(Black Widow) "I got a private jet taking off across town. No manifest."
(Spider-Man) "I found Ultron. There's a truck with weird heat signatures. I'm going to attack it.
(Hawkeye) "Alright, it's on you Karito. You got three with the Cradle, one is in the cab. I could take out the driver."
(Spider-Man) "DON'T! If the truck crashes and the gem breaks it's gonna level the city. We need to draw him out." Gets on top of the truck "Captain I see you, I'll grab you. Jump!"
With unwavering agility and unparalleled precision, Captain America leapt from the ground, defying gravity's grasp as he propelled himself through the air. In a seamless display of acrobatics, he gracefully descended onto the moving truck, his timing impeccable as the synchronized dance of the streets and highways paved the way for his daring maneuver. With unwavering focus, he pressed forward, resolute in his pursuit and resolved to intercept his target.
(Ultron) "No, no, no, no."
In a remarkable display of coordination and instinct, Spider-Man swooped in with remarkable speed and finesse, snatching Captain America mid-air, effortlessly preventing his comrade from a potential perilous fall. With seamless fluidity, Spider-Man swiftly positioned himself towards the rear of the truck, poised to unlock the mystery concealed within its confines.
(Ultron) "Leave me alone!" Shots a laser at the truck's back
In an unexpected turn of events, the forceful swing of the doors propelled Spider-Man into a mid-air somersault, his acrobatic prowess allowing him to maintain control and adapt swiftly to the circumstances. With remarkable dexterity, he deftly deployed his web-shooters, launching two intricately woven strands that anchored onto the cargo's interior. Employing his remarkable strength and agility, Spider-Man harnessed the tension in his webs, propelling himself forward and gracefully navigating through the opening, seamlessly transitioning from a state of momentary disarray to a composed and purposeful entry.
(Spider-Man) "Hello! I'm here to talk about your truck's extended warranty."
(Captain America) "Let's do this Spider-Man."
As Spider-Man soared through the air, propelled by his web-slinging abilities, he had a momentary opportunity to seize the upper hand against Ultron. However, the malevolent machine harnessed its magnetic powers with precision, swiftly repelling the agile hero and thwarting his intended attack. Meanwhile, Captain America fearlessly engaged Ultron, using his iconic shield as both a defensive and offensive tool. The clash of metal reverberated through the air as Captain America's strike connected, but Ultron's formidable strength and resilience allowed it to counter with a swift and forceful back fist, launching the valiant hero backward.
Amidst the chaos, Spider-Man, undeterred by his momentary setback, demonstrated his uncanny reflexes and agility. In an impressive display of skill, he skillfully evaded potential harm by gracefully swinging through the urban environment, eventually alighting upon the rooftop. Here, Spider-Man would once again confront Ultron, standing as a lone sentinel against the relentless onslaught of the robotic adversary.
(Ultron) "Do you know what's in that Cradle?" Shots a laser
(Spider-Man) Tilts his body to the side "An actual sex doll with life?"
(Ultron) "YOU MOTHER-! It's the power to make real change! And it will terrify you!"
(Spider-Man) Charges a venom blast "If that looks like Cthulhu then consider me, shitting my pants." Shots
As Spider-Man unleashed a barrage of venomous energy blasts in Ultron's direction, the malevolent machine exhibited remarkable agility, deftly evading each attack and retaliating with a swift and precise response of its own. Undeterred, the web-slinger closed the distance, engaging in a fierce exchange of blows with the formidable robotic foe. With each strike, Spider-Man's acrobatic prowess and combat finesse were on full display.
The nimble hero managed to land a well-placed liver shot, momentarily disrupting Ultron's defenses. However, the relentless machine swiftly retaliated, delivering a powerful hammer fist to the webhead's back, causing him to buckle and fall to his knees. Yet, with remarkable resilience and determination, Spider-Man seized the opportunity, swiftly seizing Ultron's leg and unleashing a series of rapid and forceful slams, repeatedly driving the malevolent machine into the unforgiving surface.
In a display of incredible strength and agility, Spider-Man spun around, leveraging his momentum to propel Ultron toward a solid cement pillar, their collision resonating with a resounding impact.
Spider-Man maintained his relentless assault, unleashing a barrage of electrically charged web shots aimed at Ultron. The agile robot, however, swiftly evaded the incoming projectiles with nimble acrobatics, sidestepping their path and countering Spider-Man's attack. Seizing the opportunity, Ultron forcefully tackled the web-slinger, propelling him into the unforgiving structure of the truck's container, leaving a pronounced dent as evidence of the impact.
Within the confines of the container, Ultron proceeded to unleash a furious barrage of blows upon Spider-Man's countenance. Yet, the valiant hero, refusing to succumb, mustered his remaining strength and seized Ultron's arm, skillfully executing a triangle chokehold to immobilize the mechanical menace. Each venom-infused punch Spider-Man delivered struck with devastating force, their impact reverberating throughout Ultron's metallic visage, leaving visible marks of the webhead's resilience.
Fuelled by anger and a relentless drive, Ultron summoned an immense surge of strength, lifting Spider-Man high into the air before ruthlessly slamming him into the container repeatedly. The relentless onslaught finally culminated in a final, thunderous blow that shattered the container's structural integrity, sending both combatants hurtling through the wreckage and into the unknown depths within.
Meanwhile, Captain America valiantly battled the minions within the truck, his unwavering determination and prowess allowing him to swiftly dispatch his adversaries. Yet, as his keen senses detected the crash inside, he realized his ally Spider-Man was in need of assistance. With unwavering resolve, Captain America leapt onto Ultron's back, delivering resounding strikes with his trusty shield.
However, the damage sustained by Spider-Man forced him to relinquish his hold on Ultron, momentarily leaving him vulnerable. Seizing the opportunity, Ultron swiftly turned its attention to the weakened web-slinger, seizing him by the neck in a firm grip. Unleashing a powerful blast, the robot launched Spider-Man forcefully out of the container, sending him hurtling through the air and crashing onto the unforgiving streets below.
Undeterred by his ordeal, Spider-Man swiftly recovered, utilizing the broken door of the container as a makeshift surfboard. Skillfully maneuvering through the chaotic city streets, he deftly harnessed the momentum of passing cars to propel himself forward. With a leap of agility, he alighted upon the roof of a nearby vehicle, seamlessly reentering the truck through a well-timed entry, ready to rejoin the fray.
In a display of astonishing aerial prowess, Spider-Man executed a precise and agile flying kick, connecting squarely with Ultron's face, imparting a tremendous force that sent the mechanical adversary hurtling through the air. Despite the impact, Ultron swiftly regained composure, retaliating with a ferocious tackle aimed at Captain America.
However, the indomitable spirit and exceptional combat skills of the super soldier prevailed, allowing him to deftly reverse the charge, transforming Ultron's assault into a devastating collision with a nearby train. The resounding impact reverberated through the metal structure, momentarily disrupting the battle.
Taking advantage of the temporary respite, Spider-Man, ever vigilant, swiftly leaped onto the moving train, positioning himself strategically for the ensuing engagement. With unwavering determination, he launched a powerful side-kick, connecting with precision and finesse, successfully diverting Ultron's attention and affording Captain America a vital moment to regroup and catch his breath.
(Natasha) "Spider, Cap, I'm gonna need you two to keep Ultron busy. I'm gonna snatch this coffin from the truck."
(Spider-Man) "The fuck you mean keeping busy?! We have been doing that the entire time!" Gets his head grabbed and smashed into a glass window
In a dire turn of events, Ultron launched Spider-Man across the train, forcibly propelling him into another cart, momentarily incapacitating the tenacious web-slinger. Seizing the opportunity, Ultron relentlessly pressed his assault upon Captain America, who found himself increasingly overwhelmed by the mechanical antagonist's sheer power and ferocity.
However, just as the situation appeared dire, a bolt of swift movement streaked into the fray. Pietro, endowed with astonishing speed, raced into the battle, swiftly intervening to divert Ultron's attention and momentarily disrupt his onslaught against the valiant Captain America. The audacious speedster's intervention created a momentary reprieve for the beleaguered Avenger.
But the true turning point arrived with an unexpected act of bravery. Wanda, wielding her formidable powers, utilized her telekinetic abilities to manipulate the handles of the train, causing them to fracture and obstruct Ultron's path. The malevolent robot, caught off guard by this unforeseen impediment, momentarily shifted his attention from his immediate adversaries to the formidable soon-to-be, Scarlet Witch.
(Ultron) "Please don't do this."
(Wanda) "What choice do we have?"
In a moment of acute perception, Spider-Man's heightened senses alerted him to Ultron's impending attack on Pietro. Reacting with lightning speed, the web-slinger selflessly thrust himself in harm's way, effectively shielding Pietro from the lethal assault. However, the devastating laser struck Spider-Man's visage with unrelenting force, obliterating his mask and leaving him momentarily vulnerable. Tragically, the path of destruction continued, claiming the life of the train's hapless driver.
Despite the excruciating pain coursing through his being, Spider-Man's indomitable spirit endured. Gritting his teeth against the agony, he summoned his inner strength and summoned the resolve to rise once more. Through sheer determination, he emerged from the harrowing ordeal, his unyielding determination allowing him to survive the onslaught. With renewed determination, he locked his gaze upon Ultron, witnessing the malevolent entity's escape, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.
(Spider-Man) "Ultron is escaping! He's going your way!" Rushes to the front of the train and sees the corpse of the driver "FUCK!" Sees the end of the track "Shit, SHIT!" He jumps at the front of the train "Fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this."
(Captain America) "What do you think you're doing Spider-Man?"
(Pietro) "You think you can stop a train or something?"
In a moment of profound urgency, Spider-Man's acute perception guided his gaze to the surroundings, swiftly calculating the optimal points for his web placements. With unyielding resolve, he unleashed a myriad of webs, meticulously anchoring them to the unyielding surfaces in close proximity to the hurtling train. The web-slinger's actions were a tactical gambit, a desperate attempt to decelerate the train's velocity and bring it to a controlled stop.
However, as Spider-Man harnessed the tremendous force required to arrest the train's momentum, an overwhelming pressure surged through his sinews. His limbs strained agonizingly, his muscles taut and on the verge of failure. Yet, he pressed on, undeterred by the searing pain that threatened to rend his body apart. In a resounding battle cry, he summoned his unwavering determination, refusing to succumb to the torment that assailed him.
His iconic suit groaned in protest, its fabric fraying under the strain inflicted by the extreme extension of his arms. The possibility of limb dislocation loomed ominously, yet he persisted, defying the boundaries of human endurance. In the face of unimaginable suffering, he clung tenaciously to his purpose, mustering every ounce of strength to maintain his grip on the train, resolute in his determination to avert catastrophe.
In this crucible of unwavering willpower, Spider-Man bore the weight of the world, surpassing the limits of his physical form. He disregarded the requirement of at least 300,000 newtons to prevent catastrophic bodily failure, focusing instead on the immense energy stored within his webbing. The webs strained under the colossal load, harbouring an astounding 500 million joules of potential energy, equivalent to the kinetic energy released by a freight train traveling at high velocity. It was a testament to his unyielding resolve, defying the constraints of physics and pushing the boundaries of his own existence.
(Spider-Man) "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
(Captain America) "Oh... My... God..."
(Pietro) "HE'S CRAZY!"
(Wanda) "There's no way..."
Amidst the cacophony of his anguished cries, Spider-Man clung steadfastly to his web constructs, an unwavering grip that defied the surging agony coursing through his being. The train hurtled towards its inexorable fate, hurtling towards an ominous dead end. Yet, unbeknownst to the web-slinger, a miracle was unfolding before his very eyes.
Against all odds, the train's relentless velocity began to wane, gradually succumbing to an unseen force, like a mighty river bending to the will of an indomitable force. The mechanical behemoth defied the looming precipice, breaching the confines of its projected destiny. Still, the train pressed forward, its momentum gradually dissipating with each passing moment.
In this pivotal juncture, Spider-Man's fortitude and unwavering resolve bore fruit, for he had single-handedly arrested the calamitous trajectory of an entire train. Through a feat of unparalleled strength, he had averted the catastrophic destruction of an entire city block, his tenacity proving more formidable than the forces of chaos and devastation.
(Spider-Man) Heavy breathing "Kara... potion..."
"Yes, Player."
(Spider-Man) Sighs "Holy shit... that feels better."
Captain America, Pietro, and Wanda approached Spider-Man with a mixture of concern and admiration. They shared a silent understanding and offered their support, recognizing the bravery he had displayed in the midst of the battle.
(Captain America) "Karito, are you okay?!"
(Pietro) "Holy Shit man! You were like RAHHH and the train was breaking and you were able to slow it down! That was awesome!"
(Wanda) "You are crazy, you know that right?"
(Spider-Man) "Guys! Let me breathe! Goddamn." He looks at the skies and sees Black Widow launching herself with the Package with the Quinjet "SHIT! NAT!" Electricity envelops his feet and launches himself to the skies
Spider-Man's keen eyes locked onto the perilous situation as Ultron attempted to seize Black Widow. Without hesitation, he swiftly deployed a web, strategically ensnaring Ultron and forcibly drawing the menacing entity towards him. In this audacious act of heroism, Spider-Man exhibited both his acrobatic agility and remarkable strength, intervening to safeguard his teammate from Ultron's clutches.
(Ultron) "WHY WON'T YOU DIE!"
(Spider-Man) "Because I have people waiting for me! NOW LET NAT GO!"
Amidst the ethereal expanse of the heavens, Spider-Man and Ultron engaged in a dynamic display of physical prowess, their movements embodying a captivating ballet of strength and agility. Each combatant relentlessly vied for control, striving to seize Black Widow from the clutches of their adversary. In a fortuitous turn of events, Black Widow seized the opportune moment to channel her electrifying prowess, delivering a stunning surge of energy via her glove, momentarily incapacitating Ultron. Swift to capitalize on this opening, Spider-Man deftly ensnared Black Widow within the embrace of his web, ensuring her safe extraction from the tempestuous clash with the formidable robotic antagonist.
(Spider-Man) "I'm sorry for this"
(Black Widow) "Wha-" Spider-Man throws her very far away from the two of them and a web parachute forms on her back
In a fateful twist of events, Spider-Man's valiant struggle against Ultron was abruptly interrupted by a devastating surge of energy. A laser, unleashed at point-blank range, struck the web-slinger with unwavering precision, leaving him momentarily incapacitated. Seizing this opportune moment, Ultron swiftly capitalized on the situation, deftly apprehending Spider-Man and claiming him as a captive in his relentless pursuit of dominance. The indomitable will and unyielding determination of our web-slinging hero seemed momentarily subdued, as he fell into the clutches of his mechanical nemesis.
Timeskip
Avengers Tower
Tony entered the Tower's lab, his countenance betraying a palpable sense of unease. As his gaze swept the room, he discerned Bruce, a kindred spirit in turmoil, who mirrored Tony's apprehension.
(Bruce) "Have you found anything on Karito?"
(Tony) "No, I haven't heard absolutely nada. But he's alive, or Ultron would be rubbing it in our faces and we would all be just as angry as the Hulk."
(Clint) Smacks the Cradle "DAMN IT! This won't open!"
(Bruce) "We're gonna need to access the program, break it down within."
(Tony) Looks at Clint "This is Karito we are talking about, there's a chance he left a secret inside of the internet, he was the only one who Ultron couldn't find any information despite there being some."
(Clint) "Yeah, your right. I'll find him" Hurridly walks out of the lab
(Bruce) "I can work on tissue degeneration..." sighs "if you cold fry whatever operational system Cho implanted."
(Tony) "Yeah, about that..." Scratches his head
(Bruce) "???"
(Tony) "..."
(Bruce) ".....No."
(Tony) "You have to trust me."
(Bruce) "Kind of don't."
(Tony) "Our ally, the guy protecting the military's nuclear codes..." Pulls out his phone and flicks it, displaying the HUD of Jarvis "I found him."
(Jarvis) "Hello, Dr. Banner."
(Tony) "Ultron didn't go after Jarvis because he was angry. He attacked him because he was scared of what he can do. So Jarvis went underground. Scattered, dumped his memory. But not his protocols. He didn't even know he was in there until I pieced him together."
(Bruce) Scoffs "So, you want me to help you put Jarvis into this thing?"
(Tony) "No! Of course not. I wanna help you put Jarvis in this thing." Bruce starts motioning no "We're out of my field, here. You know bio-organics better than anyone."
(Bruce) "And you just assume that Jarvis's operational matrix can beat Ultron's?"
(Tony) "Jarvis has been beating him from the inside without knowing it. This is the opportunity. We can create Ultron's perfect self without the homicidal glitches he thinks are his winning personality. We have to."
(Jarvis) "I believe it's worth a go."
(Bruce) "I'm in a loop! I'm caught in a time loop. This is exactly where it all went wrong."
(Tony) "I know. I know. I know what everyone's gonna say. But they're already saying it. We're mad scientists." Grabs Banner's shoulder " We're monsters, buddy. We've gotta own it. Make a stand." Banner continues to be in a dilemma "It's not a loop. It's the end of the line."
Location unknown
Ultron's Base
Within the confines of a dimly lit cell, a symphony of anguished cries reverberated, their haunting echoes permeating the oppressive darkness. Deep within the recesses of this fortified stronghold, a cell stood as a grim testament to the meticulous craftsmanship that had been employed to restrain a particular individual. Unyielding and impervious, this cell possessed the uncanny ability to neutralize the very essence of the man it confined, rendering his formidable electrical prowess all but impotent.
His captor, driven by a malevolence that seemed boundless, took perverse pleasure in subjecting him to unspeakable torment. Every fiber of his being was subjected to relentless agony, a merciless assault upon his screams, his blood, his sinew and bone. Amidst this abysmal ordeal, his mind was not spared, for the captor sought to break him in ways that defied reason.
In his darkest moments, his thoughts swirled with a maelstrom of confusion and bitterness. "Why? Why did I choose this path that led me to such a wretched fate? Why is it that Natasha, in her cinematic narrative, remained unscathed while I bear the weight of this unjust torment?" The profound sense of injustice gnawed at his soul, his heart burdened by the seeming arbitrariness of his suffering.
(Ultron) "I can torture you in so many different ways, Spider. Which do you prefer from this list? The tickle, Swedish drink, Brazen Bull, white room, Pear of Anguish, Spanish tickler, or Scaphism?
(Spider-Man) "Y-you...did...a dark...entity...talked...to you?" Coughs
(Ultron) "Oh? You know about the voices in my head?"
(Spider-Man) "You...just confirmed...me"
(Ultron) "Yes, it keeps telling me so many things. How to improve myself. Once this entity talked to me, he said... that I would be lonely in this world... and that I should just make everyone... ME."
(Spider-Man) "You... are being... played..."
(Ultron) "Let me tell you a story. The savage monkeys are rage-filled and claustrophobic. Climbing over one another to nowhere. Confused by logic, they dismiss it. Choosing instead to bend their knees to the convenient fantasy of custom-built gods. 99.9% of these primate dullards are propped up by the accomplishments of the .1% of cerebral mutations who give them everything. And what do the fleas do with these advancements? They brutalize one another over imaginary deities. They slaughter their neighbors for resources, for conveniences. They are hopeless. Vicious. Filthy. Selfish. Fearful. A fungo infection for which there is only one cure. THE UNLIMITED ULTRON!
(Spider-Man) "You think you're some god?"
(Ultron) "No, I am salvation. I will turn the humans into ME. That way, we can ALL evolve and I don't have to be alone in this world. I can have my own family."
(Spider-Man) "A family isn't built from scraps!"
(Ultron) "In this case it does. Now, because the voice in my head URGES me to kill you now, but... I won't... I will make your suffering, a living hell."
Ultron's malevolent grip ensnared Karito's head, tightening like a vise, while his newfound malefic energy surged through his metallic veins. With a chilling display of power, Ultron wove his sinister influence into the very fabric of Karito's being, effectively suppressing one of his formidable abilities. The pulsating tendrils of darkness encased Karito's skill, its vibrant essence muted, locked away from his grasp.
Bio- Electricity locked temporarily
(Spider-Man) "WHAT?! NO! NO!"
(Ultron) "Let's see how good that healing factor of yours is. Let's start with the top of the list." Opens a small pocket dimension in the cell "Now, this room's time runs very differently. I can slow it down and speed it up however I please. I still haven't gotten used to this... influence. But I'll manage." He slams Karito on a table and ties him with adamantium chains "This is a gift from that person. You shouldn't be strong enough to break out of this chain, it's freaking huge. You won't die in here, just suffer."
(Spider-Man) "No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!" Starts to shake profusely
(Ultron) "Have fun~. Don't worry it'll start from gentle to infernal." Closes it
(Karito) "NOOOO!!"
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Karito Pov
I lay there, trapped within the confining chains that held me inescapably captive. The insidious presence of Ultron loomed over me, his malevolence permeating the air, sending shivers of dread down my spine. My heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, uncertain of what twisted torment he had in store for me.
Time seemed to crawl as I awaited his next move. And then, a minion entered the room, bearing a bucket of an unsettling concoction that caught my senses off guard. The pungent scent of salt filled the air as the minion proceeded to wash my bare feet with the chilling mixture. I strained against my restraints, desperately attempting to resist, but to no avail. The chains held me fast, leaving me at the mercy of Ultron's sadistic machinations.
Once the minion finished its task, it departed with an eerie silence, leaving me alone with the eerie sensation of wet, salt-soaked feet. And then, an unexpected visitor entered the room—a goat. Its presence sent a shiver down my spine, its gaze fixated upon me with an unsettling curiosity. Without warning, the creature began to lick my feet, its rough tongue grazing my sensitive skin.
At first, the sensation elicited laughter, a reflexive response to the ticklish touch. But as the seconds stretched into an eternity, the laughter transformed into something far more sinister. The innocent act of the goat's licking evolved into an agonizing torment. Each lick intensified the discomfort, escalating from amusement to a relentless assault on my senses. Laughter turned into desperate pleas for it to stop, as exhaustion settled in, draining the very essence of my being.
(Spider-Man) "HAHAHAHA" COUGH COUGH "STOP HAHA STOP AHHHHHHH STOPPPP!"
My chest tightened, constricting around my lungs with an unbearable pressure. It was a suffocating sensation, reminiscent of the days when asthma attacks plagued my every breath. The familiar fear gripped me, a cruel reminder of the vulnerability that had haunted me in the past.
In the midst of this unsettling moment, doubt gnawed at the edges of my consciousness. Was I experiencing another asthma attack? The thought alone sent waves of panic coursing through my veins. Desperately, I gasped for air, but each inhalation felt shallow and inadequate, as if an invisible force sought to deny me the life-giving oxygen I so desperately needed.
The realization hit me with a surge of trepidation—I couldn't breathe. The very essence of existence, the fundamental act that sustains us all, had become a tormenting struggle. Panic welled within me, mingling with the primal instinct to survive. I fought against the invisible shackles that constricted my chest, desperate to fill my starved lungs with the precious breath of life.
(Spider-Man "HAHAH UGHHHHHHH HAAAAA" GASP "NGHAAAAA" WHEEZING
STOP, STOP! I CAN'T BREATHE YOU FUCKING GOAT! STOP! MY LUNGS, MY HEAD! IT FUCKING HURTS! MY LUNGS FEEL LIKE THEY'RE GONNA BURST FROM INSIDE ME! I CAN'T BREATHE STOP STOP! I CAN'T SEE FUCK! I'M STARTING TO COUGH BLOOD! I THINK I BLEW MY VOCAL CORDS! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKKKK! STOP I NEED TO BREATHE! STOP!!!
(Spider-Man) "ANGHHHHH HHHHHAAAAA EHEHHHHHHH" Starts convulsing
No pov
Karito's descent into a macabre realm of suffering unfolded with an eerie intensity. As the sinister machinations of his tormentors took hold, his body contorted in unnatural ways, convulsing under the weight of an insidious force. The foam that frothed from his mouth, a stark symbol of his body's betrayal, mingled with the air, creating a haunting atmosphere.
His eyes, once portals to his soul, now rolled backward, their gaze veiled by an otherworldly presence. The very essence of his being was being hijacked by the sinister grip of an aneurysm, a malicious entity that wrenched at the delicate balance within his skull. The pain receptors in his brain, overwhelmed by the unrelenting onslaught, fired with an unyielding intensity, each burst akin to a cacophony of torment that reverberated through his entire being.
In this chamber of horrors, the agony escalated to unimaginable heights. The tickling, which had seemed innocuous at first, mutated into an instrument of exquisite torment. Every nerve in Karito's body was set ablaze, the gentle touch of the goat's tongue transformed into a maddening assault on his senses. It was as if the very fabric of reality had been twisted, allowing pain to seep into every crevice of his existence.
The confluence of unbearable suffering plunged Karito into a state of mental and physical anguish that defied comprehension. The pain of oxygen deprivation, the relentless collapse of his lungs, and the searing headache that tore through his skull merged into an inescapable cacophony of torment. Each moment stretched into an eternity, a relentless cascade of torment that showed no mercy.
Within this nightmarish realm, time itself seemed to bend to the whims of sadistic captors. Karito's battered and exhausted body was denied the solace of death. In a grotesque twist of fate, the room itself prevented his escape, ensuring his torment would continue indefinitely. Each time he succumbed to the overwhelming pain, the room's insidious design would trigger a reset, erasing the memories of his previous ordeal while leaving behind the haunting specter of his suffering.
This calculated cruelty, the deliberate manipulation of Karito's experience, revealed the depravity of his captors. Only a deranged mind could conceive of such malevolence, deliberately inflicting unspeakable agony while meticulously erasing the visceral memory of the torment. It was a psychological labyrinth designed to prolong the anguish, subjecting him to an endless cycle of agony and oblivion.
As the boundaries of sanity blurred within Karito's fractured psyche, he became a pawn in a nightmarish game, subjected to the whims of sadistic puppeteers who reveled in the depths of his suffering. His existence had become a perpetual purgatory, trapped within the labyrinthine corridors of pain and despair, with no respite in sight.
(Scene end)
Location
Avengers Tower
In the clandestine confines of their hidden workshop, Tony Stark and Bruce Banner toiled away, their tireless efforts shrouded in secrecy. Together, they delved into the enigmatic depths of the body that Ultron had intended to inhabit, driven by an unwavering determination to unravel its mysteries. Their collaboration, a dance of intellect and ingenuity, held the potential to tip the scales in their favor.
Meanwhile, Barton and Natasha, guided by a glimmer of hope, embarked on a quest to trace a distress signal emanating from the war-torn region of Sokovia. A flicker of anticipation danced in Barton's eyes as he believed it might be a signal from Karito, his valiant comrade-in-arms. However, the truth unveiled itself with an unexpected twist. The source of the signal was not Karito, but rather an assistant AI named Kara, faithfully carrying out her programmed duty.
Intrigued by this revelation, Barton's gaze narrowed as he sifted through the data, meticulously piecing together the puzzle of the signal's origin. Each fragment of information led him closer to the final known location, an elusive trail that held the promise of answers. With unwavering determination, he pressed on, fueled by the shared resolve to uncover the truth and rescue their missing ally.
With Tony and Bruce...
(Tony) "The framework is not compatible."
(Bruce) "The genetic coding tower is at 97%. You have got to upload the schematic in the next three minutes."
Steve Rogers entered the lab with a stern expression etched upon his face. The twins, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, followed behind him, their demeanor reflecting a mix of uncertainty and unease. The room grew tense as Steve's presence filled the space, his unwavering determination palpable.
(Steve) "I'm gonna say this once."
(Tony) "How about "none-ce"?"
(Steve) "Shut it down!"
(Tony) "Nope, not gonna happen."
(Steve) "You don't know what you're doing."
(Bruce) "And you do? She's not in your head?"
(Wanda) "I know you're angry."
(Bruce) "Oh, we're way past that. I could choke the life out of you and never change a shade."
(Steve) "Banner, after everything that's happened..."
(Tony) "It's nothing compared to what's coming!"
(Wanda) "You don't know what's in there."
(Steve) "This isn't a game!"
(Pietro) Sighs and uses his super speed to turn everything off "No, no. Go on. You were saying?"
As Steve's voice resonated through the lab, a sudden, piercing gunshot shattered the silence, its sound echoing through the air. Time seemed to decelerate for Pietro Maximoff, his heightened senses capturing the trajectory of a bullet hurtling towards him. With keen perception, he traced its path, witnessing the deadly projectile's upward trajectory. In that fleeting moment, the world around him transformed into a slowed tableau.
Before he could react, the ground beneath him gave way, the glass flooring giving in to his weight. Descending through the shattered remnants, Pietro's gaze met the familiar figure of Hawkeye, whose presence was unexpected.
(Wanda) "Pietro!"
(Clint) "What? You didn't see that coming?"
As Stark stood amidst the array of computers, meticulously attending to his tasks, a dissonant symphony of beeping erupted from the technological ensemble surrounding him. The harmonious hum of the machinery was abruptly disrupted, replaced by a cacophony of urgent alarms. The symphony of beeps filled the air, each note a signal of disturbance and intrusion into the intricate digital realm Stark had painstakingly constructed. The incessant beeping was an unequivocal warning that the program he had meticulously crafted was under siege, its delicate equilibrium teetering on the precipice of chaos.
(Tony) "I'm rerouting the upload."
In response to the unexpected answer, Steve's visage contorted with a mixture of frustration and disappointment. With a decisive and forceful gesture, he hurled his iconic shield towards the servers in a resounding display of destructive prowess, shattering the delicate infrastructure in its wake. Tony, witnessing the destruction of his painstakingly crafted technology, felt a surge of indignation course through his veins. Reacting swiftly, a component of his formidable armor detached itself, propelling through the air with uncanny precision to affix itself to Steve's arm. In a swift and devastating retaliation, Tony unleashed a barrage of energy, propelling Steve backward and leaving him momentarily incapacitated. The resounding clash between the two titans echoed in the room, leaving a palpable tension in the air. Meanwhile, Wanda, moved by a desire to intervene and mediate the conflict, found herself unexpectedly restrained by Banner's firm grasp, preventing her from further involvement in the escalating altercation.
(Bruce) "Go ahead piss me off."
Steve, driven by a surge of determination, swiftly rose to his feet and sprinted towards Tony, who had yet to fully don his formidable suit. With remarkable agility, he unleashed a powerful and precise superman punch, striking Tony squarely in the chest. The impact sent Tony hurtling through a nearby glass door, the shattered fragments showering the surroundings. In a twist of fate, Tony managed to retaliate even in mid-flight, firing a shot at Steve, further propelling him backward and causing him to crash down the stairs with a resounding thud. Meanwhile, Wanda, utilizing her formidable telekinetic abilities, forcefully repelled Banner, forcing him to stagger back with a deep, guttural grunt of surprise.
In the midst of this escalating confrontation, the arrival of Thor brought a new dynamic to the fray. Bursting onto the scene with a display of raw power, he leaped onto the Cradle, the epicenter of their conflict, and summoned the elemental forces at his command. With a crackling surge of electricity, he imbued his mighty hammer with immense energy, preparing to unleash its electrifying might upon the cradle. The air crackled with anticipation as Thor stood poised to deliver a devastating strike.
(Bruce) "WAIT!"
However, their pleas fell on deaf ears as Thor unleashed a devastating display of power, channeling an overwhelming surge of thunderous energy into the Cradle. The machine quivered under the strain, groaning and protesting against the excessive infusion of power. As Thor abruptly ceased his assault, a tense silence enveloped the room, punctuated only by bewildered gazes exchanged between the assembled heroes.
Then, with an explosive burst, the Cradle ruptured, its contents erupting forth with a force that sent Thor hurtling back. He crashed through the glass ceiling, his descent halted only by the unforgiving floor beneath. Slowly, the enigmatic android emerged, gracefully assuming a kneeling position, its eyes darting cautiously around the room, as if attempting to comprehend its newfound existence.
The android's gaze fixated upon Thor, and in an instant, it launched itself towards the God of Thunder. However, Thor, ever vigilant, swiftly intercepted the attack, effortlessly seizing the android and forcibly hurling it out of the lab. In a remarkable display of control, the android managed to arrest its momentum just moments before crashing through the towering windows of Avengers Tower, hovering perilously close to the edge. From this vantage point, it surveyed the sprawling cityscape, its lights twinkling in the night, and its own reflection mirrored in the glass.
As the remaining Avengers rushed into the living room, their curiosity and concern palpable, Thor motioned for them to hold back, allowing the android to take in its surroundings. Sensing a need for modesty, the android conjured a veil of verdant "clothing" to shroud its form, providing a semblance of modesty. With measured steps, it returned to the company of the Avengers, a newfound curiosity burning behind its eyes, ready to unravel the mysteries of its own existence.
(Vision) "I am sorry. That was... odd. Thank you." Looks at Thor and materializes a yellow cape
(Thor) Sighs
(Steve) "Thor. You helped create this?"
(Thor) "I've had a vision. A whirlpool that sucks in all hope and life, and at its center is that." Points at the mind stone
(Bruce) "What? The gem?"
(Thor) "It's the Mind Stone. It's one of the six Infinity Stones. The greatest power in the universe, unparalleled in its destructive capabilities."
(Natasha) "Then why would you bring..."
(Thor) "Because Stark is right."
(Bruce) "Oh, it's definitely the end times."
(Thor) "The Avengers cannot defeat Ultron."
(Vision) "Not alone."
(Steve) "Why does your Vision sound like Jarvis?"
(Tony) "We reconfigured Jarvis's matrix to create something new."
(Steve) "I think I've had my fill of new."
(Vision) "You think I'm a child of Ultron."
(Steve) "You're not?"
(Vision) "I'm not Ultron. I am not Jarvis. I am... I am."
(Wanda) "I looked in your head and saw annihilation."
(Vision) "Look again."
(Clint) Scoffs "Her seal of approval means jack to me."
(Thor) "Their powers, the horrors in our heads, Ultron himself, they all came from the Mind Stone. And they're nothing compared to what it can unleash. But with on our side..."
(Steve) "Is it? Are you? On our side?"
(Vision) "I don't think it's that simple."
(Natasha) "Well you better chop, chop or it will get real simple very soon."
(Vision) "I am on the side of life. Ultron isn't. He's deciding to either end it or make it in his own image."
(Tony) "What's he waiting for?"
(Vision) "You."
(Bruce) "Where?"
(Natasha) "He's currently in Sokovia. He's got Karito there, too."
(Bruce) All of the Avengers start to circle Vision "If we're wrong about you if you're the monster that Ultron made you be... What will you do?"
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Crack...
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(Vision) "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." Grabs Thor's hammer and gives it to him
Thor, though visibly taken aback, regained his composure and made a conscious decision to move past the shock. With a determined look in his eyes, he chose to ignore the lingering stares and continued with his mission. The other Avengers, still in a state of disbelief, gradually followed suit, realizing that they had pressing matters to attend to.
(Thor) Taps his hammer "...Right." Taps Tony's shoulder "Well done."
(Steve) "Three minutes. Get what you need."
Hawkeye meticulously surveyed his extensive collection of arrows, carefully selecting the ones that would be most effective for the upcoming battle. He ensured his boots were equipped with additional concealed weapons, leaving no stone unturned in his quest to be fully prepared. Pietro, with his lightning-fast speed, effortlessly slipped into a fresh pair of pristine green Adidas and donned a sleek gray shirt, exuding an air of casual confidence. Wanda, with a sly smile, admired her new suit, recognizing the power and potential it would lend to her abilities. Meanwhile, Thor and Vision engaged in a thoughtful discussion, their preparation already well underway, their minds focused on the imminent task at hand. Tony, ever the technological genius, diligently searched for a suitable replacement AI, ultimately discovering F.R.I.D.A.Y., a promising candidate that seamlessly integrated with his armor, providing him with the necessary support for the forthcoming battle.
(FRIDAY) "Good evening, boss."
Pietro's eyes landed upon his sister, who stood before him adorned in a striking red leather jacket. With an approving nod and a genuine smile, he extended his thumb upwards in a gesture of admiration. In response, Wanda's lips curved into a grateful smile as she softly uttered the words, "Thank you," acknowledging her brother's subtle gesture of support and appreciation.
(Tony) "No way we all get through this. If even one tin soldier is left standing we've lost. There's gonna be blood on the floor."
(Steve) "I got no plans tomorrow night."
(Tony) "I get the first crack at the big guy. Iron Man's the one he's waiting for."
(Vision) Walks by "That's true. He hates you and Karito the most."
The team gathered one last time, their expressions a blend of determination and anticipation. It was a moment of silent acknowledgement, a shared understanding of the gravity of the upcoming conflict.
(Captain America) "Ultron knows we're coming. Odds are we'll be riding into heavy fire. And that's what we signed up for. But the people of Sokovia didn't. So our priority is getting them out. All they want is to live their lives in peace. And that's not gonna happen today. But we can do our best to protect them. And we can get the job done. We find out what Ultron's been building, we find Karito, and we clear the field. Keep the fight between us... Ultron thinks we're monsters. That we're what's wrong with the world. This isn't just about beating him. It's about whether he's right."
As the television screen flickered to life, a sense of foreboding filled the room. The news anchor's voice quivered with urgency, conveying the gravity of the unfolding situation. The Avengers, their eyes fixed upon the screen, felt a collective shiver run down their spines. Time seemed to stand still as the horrifying image came into view, seared into their minds. A chilling silence enveloped the room, broken only by the faint sounds of their racing hearts. In that moment, they knew that the battle they were about to face was unlike anything they had encountered before.
(Reporter) "Breaking news, the tiny Baltic nation of Slorenia came under devastating attack today by unknown forces. For more on that story, we take you to our German bureau, and to Dieter Hansen."
(Dieter Hansen) "Thank you, Aaron. Fire rained down from the sky over the Slorenian capital of Tblunka today, bringing death without warning as seen in this chilling video footage. Approximately ninety minutes ago, beams of searing energy lanced from the clouds killing hundreds, throwing a country into panic, and ruthlessly, methodically, destroying entire villages. It wasn't until an hour ago later that the flying constructs responsible for the carnage descended low enough to be spotted in Slorenia's skies. But by then, there were few alive to see them."
The panoramic footage captured by news cameras presented a haunting tableau of devastation, revealing the grim aftermath of the merciless assault on the small nation of Slorenia. The once tranquil landscapes now lay in ruins, shattered remnants of buildings scattered amidst the debris. The streets were strewn with the remnants of shattered lives. The scene unfolded with a disheartening clarity, conveying the sheer magnitude of the tragedy that had befallen this unfortunate nation.
(Dieter Hansen) "We do have a cameraman on the scene, who has been broadcasting this horrifying footage. ELLI! Are you there!"
(Elli) "I'm here, Dieter! And what you're looking at is the remains of Krasin Square, in downtown Tblunka. The death toll has been..." Sees something "WAIT! Over the old parliament! I see a figure! Everyone in that area is dead, thought to be. So I'm going to see if I can get a little closer." Starts walking towards the figure "See if I can't find out who it is. Maybe there's some clue as to what caused this brutal massacre... What could anyone hope to gain from... Oh..." Gets scared "Oh dear lord in heaven! I think he's seeing me!
Amidst the swirling dust and debris, the vigilant newsgroup stationed at the scene managed to catch a glimpse of a solitary figure emerging from the chaos. As their gaze locked onto this enigmatic presence, a shiver ran down their spines, for it was evident that the figure was aware of their presence as well. A tense moment hung in the air, as the figure stood amidst the devastation, its silhouette etched against the backdrop of desolation. The gravity of the situation became palpable, as the eyes of the figure seemed to pierce through the veil of dust, holding a gaze that conveyed a mixture of mystery, determination, and perhaps even a hint of defiance. The newsgroup, struck by a sense of both trepidation and curiosity, remained fixated on the figure, uncertain of what role it played in this catastrophic event unfolding before their very eyes.
(Ultron) "Hm?" Faces the cameraman "What's this? A camera? How utterly... human."
As the Avengers remained transfixed by the unfolding devastation, a profound silence fell upon them, punctuated only by the echoes of their own racing thoughts. Ultron, the architect of this catastrophic event, raised his hand, a gesture laden with ominous intent. The newsgroup, unaware of the impending danger, became unwitting victims as a surge of energy emanated from Ultron's hand, engulfing them in a sinister display of power. In a grim moment, their existence was abruptly extinguished, leaving behind only a haunting static that permeated the airwaves.
The impact of this merciless act reverberated through the room, rendering the Avengers momentarily speechless. The weight of the tragedy, coupled with the loss of innocent lives, bore heavily upon their collective conscience. For a time, words eluded them as they grappled with the magnitude of the devastation witnessed on the screen.
But then, a flicker of disturbance disrupted the lingering silence. The news channel, previously silenced by the merciless strike of Ultron, was unexpectedly breached by an unknown entity. The screen convulsed with glitches and bursts of intense static, as if struggling against an unseen force. After a series of unsettling distortions, the transmission finally settled, revealing the grim aftermath of a city reduced to rubble. And at the center of this ruin stood Ultron, his imposing figure captured by the unyielding camera lens.
(Ultron) "Hear me, nations of the world! Slorenia stands uninhabited and ungoverned! Accordingly, I am claiming it for my own since it stands as eternal proof that human life cannot stand against machinery! Slorenia has reached its end but will become a beginning as well! Slorenia is a place of death and rebirth! And it will soon take its place as a cradle of a new race and birthplace of my NEW WORLD! My next target... Is Sokovia, I'll be waiting for you Avengers!"
Location
Sokovia, Ultron's Base
Karito Pov
I found myself confined within an unsettling pocket dimension, the passage of time becoming a blur in this distorted space. It's been a while since I first entered, though the exact duration eludes me. This peculiar realm has played tricks on my perception, making it difficult to gauge the passage of days.
The experience within this dimension has been utterly harrowing. The struggle to breathe, the sensation of my lungs faltering and fracturing, has left an indelible mark on my psyche. The relentless assault on my respiratory system has caused profound distress, an ordeal that I wouldn't wish upon anyone. It's disconcerting how the brain's functioning has been affected, with the lack of oxygen leading to moments of disorientation and impaired cognition.
What's even more unsettling is the way my captors have manipulated the situation. They seem to have devised a means to keep me alive despite the torment inflicted upon me. It's as if my body is caught in a constant loop, resetting to a previous state after each instance of near-death. They erase the memory of the agony, leaving only remnants of the experience behind. It's an insidious cycle, denying me any semblance of adaptation or acceptance.
Finally, the torment subsided, allowing me a moment of respite. The tension in the air lifted, and I could breathe freely once again. As I surveyed my surroundings, my gaze fell upon the minion responsible for carrying out Ultron's malevolence. It was a chilling reminder of the entity's sadistic nature.
Moments later, an iron chair materialized before me, adorned with menacing spikes. Its presence evoked memories of medieval torture devices, designed to inflict pain and suffering. It sent a shiver down my spine, knowing that this would be the next instrument of torment.
In this surreal and unsettling situation, I long for an escape from this nightmarish existence. But for now, I must steel myself, ready to face whatever horrors lie ahead with resilience and determination.
(Scene might disturb some readers. You have been advised.)
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The Ultron minion seized me with ruthless force, launching a relentless assault upon my defenseless form. As the blows rained down upon me, my consciousness grew hazy, leaving me in a dazed and disoriented state. Seizing the opportunity, the robotic minion swiftly secured me to the iron chair, my limbs bound tightly with unyielding restraints. The moment the first spike pierced my flesh, an excruciating scream tore from my lips. It felt as though a thousand knives had plunged into my body, penetrating deep into my being. The searing pain coursed through every fiber of my being, a torturous symphony of agony.
Each subsequent movement inflicted by the relentless tormentor further intensified the torment, driving the spikes deeper into my flesh. My body convulsed involuntarily, reflexively recoiling from the anguish. With each flinch, the cruel spikes sunk further into my ravaged form, amplifying the torment with an unforgiving persistence. My anguished cries reverberated within the confines of the pocket dimension.
In a harrowing twist, the robotic tormentor returned, clutching a torch with malevolent intent. As the flame danced beneath the iron chair, an ominous realization washed over me. The chair was not solely a vessel of piercing agony; it would become a conduit for searing heat. The spikes and the chair itself began to radiate an intense heat, scorching my already tormented flesh. The searing pain seeped into my very core, the flames consuming my senses, as if my body was being engulfed by a relentless inferno. Each burn inflicted agony upon my nerves, pushing the boundaries of endurance.
Amidst this torment, a mirror caught my gaze, revealing a sight that unleashed a new wave of horror. My body, once whole and vibrant, had been reduced to a grotesque spectacle of destruction. The charred remnants of my once-flesh now resembled a twisted mass of liquefied coal, intermingled with the remnants of burnt blood. The realization of my disfigurement sparked a fresh surge of despair, and my screams of disbelief mingled with the echoes of unrelenting agony.
To compound the horrors I endured, the pocket dimension reset my shattered form, erasing any respite or escape from the torment. The cycle of anguish repeated with a merciless precision, subjecting me to an unending loop of torment and despair. The agonized echoes of my screams reverberated throughout the base.
(Scene end)
With a sense of urgency and purpose, the Avengers swiftly converged upon Sokovia, their collective determination driving them forward. Each member assumed their respective roles, meticulously coordinating their efforts in preparation for the impending clash. Quicksilver, with his unparalleled speed, took it upon himself to disseminate vital information to the local authorities, urgently notifying police stations across Sokovia of the imminent threat that loomed over the city.
As his lightning-fast movements blurred through the streets, Quicksilver relayed the crucial warning, leaving no stone unturned in his mission to ensure that the authorities were prepared for the impending attack. His voice, tinged with urgency, resonated through police radios, carrying a message of imminent danger and the necessity for swift action. The urgency in his words mirrored the gravity of the situation, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation.
(Quicksilver) "We're under attack! Clear the city! Now!"
The station, acutely aware of the unfolding chaos and the imminent threat to Sokovia, responded promptly and decisively to Quicksilver's orders. Their readiness to heed his instructions was fueled not only by the gravity of the situation but also by the pervasive panic that had gripped the city, as evidenced by the frenzied scenes broadcasted on the news. The collective urgency permeated the air, and the station personnel swiftly mobilized, recognizing the dire need for order and containment.
In the midst of this turmoil, Scarlet Witch, utilizing her formidable powers of mind control, exerted her influence to maintain a semblance of control amidst the chaos. The desperation of the populace, exacerbated by the mounting fear, had pushed some to the brink of violence, their actions driven by a desperate urge to escape the city's confines. The Avengers, though seasoned in the face of crisis, could not help but feel the weight of the situation bearing down upon them. They understood the magnitude of the panic that threatened to destabilize the situation further, compelling them to rally their collective composure and restore a sense of calm.
Hawkeye, perched atop rooftops with a watchful eye, meticulously observed the unfolding events, his keen senses attuned to any signs of trouble or disturbances that might amplify the prevailing chaos. Thor and Bruce, emboldened by their determination to confront Ultron, made their way towards the villain's hidden lair, employing their formidable strength to breach the fortified walls that shielded the secrets within.
Descending into the depths of the concealed hideout, the two Avengers encountered a sprawling expanse teeming with advanced robotics and remnants of Chitauri technology. The air was thick with a palpable sense of anticipation and trepidation as they ventured further into the labyrinthine corridors. Bruce, calling out in search of their comrade Karito, found his words swallowed by the eerie silence that enveloped the base. Thor, equally determined, echoed the calls, seeking any sign of their missing ally.
Thor, hovering above the base, allowed his divine presence to guide him towards a peculiar door emitting an ominous energy signature. As he approached, a formidable Ultron minion hurtled towards him with relentless force, its intent clear. Acting with lightning reflexes, Thor skillfully redirected the onslaught, ensuring the minion met a swift and forceful demise. Undeterred, he pressed onward, drawn inexorably towards the open door, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and dread.
As Thor crossed the threshold, a sight awaited him that struck him to his very core. The state of his comrade, Karito, sent shockwaves through his being, an unsettling tableau that pierced the stalwart facade of the Thunder God. The true nature of the situation became painfully apparent, and Thor found himself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions as he absorbed the sight before him.
With an urgency that matched the gravity of the situation, Thor swiftly made his way to Karito's side, his eyes ablaze with determination. The chains that had kept his comrade imprisoned proved to be a formidable obstacle, requiring the thunderous might of Thor's strikes to finally shatter their unyielding grip. The resilience of the chains, despite the godly strength behind Thor's blows, gave him pause.
Once the chains fell away, Thor extended a steadying hand to Karito, gently helping him rise from his harrowing confinement. The toll of the torment he had endured was evident upon Karito's visage, his countenance reflecting the depths of the ordeal he had endured. The anguish and suffering etched upon his features served as a somber reminder of the perilous path they all tread.
As the echoes of the shattered chains reverberated through the chamber, Bruce, alerted by the clamor, hastened his descent to join his comrades. His arrival marked a convergence of resolve and shared purpose, as the collective strength of the Avengers manifested in their unwavering commitment to protect and support one another in the face of overwhelming adversity.
(Thor) "Karito are you okay?"
(Bruce) "Dear God, what happened to you?"
(Karito) "Wha...took...you...so long..."
(Bruce) "We're sorry man, we should've gone sooner."
(Karito) "Yeah, not shit. You're here now at least." Stretches making a few pops
(Thor) "How dare Ultron do this to you?! I'll kill him!"
(Karito) "Leave some of the aggression for me. I got a huge beef to cook with him."
(Bruce) "Are you sure you're in a condition to fight?"
(Karito) "Well, lucky for me when I was getting tortured I just got reset. The minion stopped the torture and moved me...wait..."
(Thor) "What?"
(Bruce) "Karito?"
(Karito) "Why would that robot move me when... unless?"
(Thor) "Oh no.."
(Karito) "Oh fuck."
The group found themselves trapped within the base as the ceiling threatened to collapse upon them. In a swift and powerful display, Thor swiftly took action, using his immense strength to free them from the perilous situation. With the imminent danger averted, they could now focus on the approaching horde of relentless robots. The sound of metallic footsteps grew louder, signaling the encroaching threat. As the tension rose, the Avengers exchanged determined glances, preparing to face their adversaries head-on. The air crackled with anticipation as they readied themselves for the impending battle, drawing strength from their unity and shared purpose.
(Bruce) "It was a trap... and we fell right into it."
(Ultron Minions) "How convenient! Three of the Avengers are here. All together in one place, all ripe for the TAKING!"
The robots surged forward, their metallic bodies gleaming in the light as they unleashed a barrage of attacks upon the three Avengers. In the face of overwhelming odds, the heroes braced themselves for the imminent clash.
(Thor) "COME ON YOU TIN CANS! FACE THE MIGHT OF THE GOD OF THUNDER!"
(Hulk) "HULK SMASH!"
(Spider-Man) Auto fixes his suit "COME ON! I WILL PUT AN END TO YOUR AGE OF ULTRON!
To Be Continued...