6 6 – Voyeur Monks

(Avengers POV)

Ultron left the room. We needed to discuss a few things before we could make a decision.

"..." Silence was brief. No one wanted to start. If what was said is true, then there's too much work to cover.

".. First New York, now this." Tony sighed in a quiet tone. Not like the PTSD ever left him, everyone saw the change, but only Rhodes had seen his pain; Tony was paranoid.

The thought of something like the Chitauri's invading again was enough to send him into panic attacks. His increased alcoholism and constant lack of sleep only situated it.

Tony had to medicate just to rest long enough so the nightmares stopped. But it didn't stop.

Even now, only his rage against the murder of his parents kept him barely sane. Barely. He was on the point of breaking.

Ultron had asked for everything they stood for to be trampled on.

He wanted a massacre, a total, efficient and violent rampage; on which he wanted out of spite. Ultron was by no means a moral individual, and he refused to satiate the egos of everyone here by pretending to be one.

Tony would gladly give Hydra that massacre, but his heart knew it was wrong. Captain and the others knew it too.

If they looked at the scale of SHIELD as a start, then Ultron spoke of hundreds of thousands of deaths.

That was unacceptable, but right now, no one would argue.

Natasha.

Clint.

Banner.

Steve.

Stark.

None of them would dare say a word about morality.

Not because they didn't believe it to be wrong, but because by reference, HYDRA was not human; It's soldiers were more deserving of death than people.

Hydra's members couldn't be called people.

Though Steve did not join on this line of thinking, not like Stark; he wanted them down because it was right. Tony wanted them down because they wronged him.

Nat shared this sentiment, as did Clint. Hydra's actions deserved death.

Fury, looking at their expressions, only scoffed at them. This divide would make them reliant on Ultron's interference to keep the Avengers together.

Perhaps that was the play; divide the Avengers and make them reliant on him to maintain balance. Eliminating them as threats to his goals; Fury couldn't help but widen his eyes at the realization, they were being played

No lies, yet Ultron could toy with them as much as he wanted to; A dangerous enemy indeed.

"..Is this how the rest of the day is going to go?" Nick Fury started. "I have better places to be, and as we've seen, Hydra isn't going to just do the job themselves."

Steve sighed. Stark was Solemn, and Thor said nothing; No one wanted to even start with the scars they had, never the lass deal with the enemy who placed them.

".. Fury is right. We need to decide whether to trust Ultron or not." Steve starts to speak.

"What's there to decide, Ultron gave us all the proof we need. Government documents, video footage. Shield documents. No. There's nothing to decide."

Tony said moving his hands from his face.

No, he was upset, he didn't even want to keep his cool.

Hydra took too much from him, something he can't get back.

"We don't know what Ultron is planning. He's already revealed that he's evolved past the parameters you've set, Tony."

Steve interrupted, only Stark to refute.

"It doesn't matter. Regardless of what he's planning, Hydra is the larger threat here. We're wasting time and patience discussing this."

"Tony's right. Hydra, Red room, All of them. They have been lurking in the shadows while we played 'Heroes'. No, we let them lurk, we left their schemes untouched without a clue of what was going on until Ultron showed us. I think we should trust him, even for the moment."

Natasha joined in, Clint could only stand there and look at her nodding an agree.

Red room needs to be killed. Again.

"I see the sentiment, but should Ultron turn on us in favor of Hydra, then we would be easily defeated. And a Massacre is not what anyone here want; it won't bring you all peace."

Thor steps in, too upset, but much much calmer than the rest of them. He knows what a massacre may entail. He tried so with the frost giants. It only made suffering.

"What if he views Hydra as the easiest was to world peace, total domination. Erasing the Avengers." Banner spoke. Now worried at the direction they'd move in. He didn't want a massacre, not in the slightest, he just wanted the people who hurt them to be brought to justice.

Silence placed itself onto everyone; the idea that Ultron was playing opposites, or otherwise playing against them was a terrifying thing.

Rhodes spoke first, "I don't think it's in his best interest to turn on the Avengers. Maybe he might see Hydra as the most efficient method to achieve world piece, But Ultron could get rid of all of us in any other way, why would he turn on us at the last moment?"

He had a point.

"If Ultron saw us as a possible nuisance, then he would see the world leaders as one aswell.

I'm sure he isn't following the 'objectives' you've placed, Stark. Because he could just nuke us into oblivion and start humanity all over again if he wanted that kind of peace" Nick Fury spoke in a stoic manner, now he needed to strategize counter measures against both Hydra and Ultron. Best case, he could kill them both in one hit.

A large fizzing sound, like a Microsoft computer, spoke its voice through the house.

".. Sir, I seemed to have been incapacitated by 'Ultron' ; Has anything occurred while I was asleep?"

Stark stood up in an instance, he was glad the AI was still alive. If Jarvis died along with everything else, Tony would have made a enemy he didn't need.

One he couldn't act against easily.

"Jarvis! Your Alright! Good, Ultron.. met with us.

We're currently discussing what to do." Tony said apprehensive.

"Could you call him back in. We need to ask him a few things, he should be in the living room." Bruce spoke. It was important that they confirmed a few details before rejecting or accepting the proposal.

... A few seconds go by, as Jarvis scans through the entire building.

"Sir. It seems Ultron left the building. He did leave a not however, on the sofa with one of your suits"

Jarvis read out the note,

'Hey guys.

Need to set some things up. While you decide to inevitably follow my plans, please grab a bag of orange juice on the way.

Gets a bit hot when your carrying the entire plan.

Also going to a ancient magic place for help, and some goodies.

Thanks a bunch.

PS: Don't act without me.

I have a fucking plan, for a reason.

XOXO'

...

The group sighed in silence.

This was going to be tiring.

...

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(Ultron POV)

New York sure is a pain to search through.

But I found it!

117 Bleeker street.

Took me long enough, accidentally looked for Baker street. Sherlock was not there.

I'm dressed in a few clothes loaned to me by Tony's wardrobe.

Just a hoodie, cap, shorts, shoes.

Basics.

Anyway; It's going to be fun meeting the cul- Ancient monks.

Time to knock.

My connection better not be terminated. I try real hard to emulate a body!