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Dr. Helen Cho stood at the Cradle, her fingers shaking as they moved over the controls. The advanced technology surrounding her hummed with a life of its own. She stared at the figure inside—Ultron's new body. It wasn't just flesh; it was something far beyond that. The Vibranium laced throughout the tissue cells made it nearly indestructible.

"It's beautiful," she whispered, her voice trembling as much as her hands. "The Vibranium atoms aren't just compatible with the tissue cells—they're binding them. SHIELD never even thought—"

Ultron's metallic voice cut her off. He moved closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over the Cradle. "The most versatile substance on the planet, and they used it to make a Frisbee." His tone was scathing, dripping with disdain. "Typical humans. They scratch the surface and never think to look deeper."

Without waiting for a response, Ultron extended his arm. A small laser emitted from his hand, slicing open the blue gem embedded in the scepter. The outer shell cracked, revealing a glowing yellow gem within. It floated into his hand, radiating immense power.

Ultron examined the gem for only a second before carefully placing it into the head of the body lying inside the Cradle. The instant it connected, golden energy spread like veins through the artificial body, the power saturating every inch.

Dr. Cho watched in awe. "Cellular cohesion will take a few hours," she said softly, her gaze never leaving the body. "But we can initiate the consciousness stream now. We're uploading your cerebral matrix."

She typed rapidly on the console, her heart racing as the data began transferring. On another screen, Ultron's consciousness—his mind—began uploading into the new body. His dreams, or something like them, played in fragmented, chaotic sequences.

Wanda Maximoff stepped forward, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the body inside. "I can read him," she said, her voice distant. "He is dreaming."

Dr. Cho shook her head slightly. "I wouldn't call them dreams. It's Ultron's base consciousness—informational noise. Soon..."

Ultron turned to her, impatient. "How soon?" His voice had an edge now. "I'm not being pushy."

Cho frowned, typing faster. "We're imprinting a physical brain. There are no shortcuts, even with your magic gem..."

But Wanda wasn't paying attention to Dr. Cho anymore. She was in Ultron's mind, seeing more than the data streams—visions of a future filled with destruction and death. Cities collapsing, skies burning. The world as they knew it, wiped away in an instant.

Her eyes widened with horror as the images overwhelmed her, and she screamed, stumbling backward into Pietro's arms. "How could you?" she gasped, her voice shaky and full of fear.

Ultron turned toward her, confused. "How could I what?"

"You said we would destroy the Avengers," Wanda continued, her voice stronger now, anger replacing fear. "Make a better world."

Ultron's tone turned cold. "It will be better."

"When everyone is dead?" Wanda's voice cracked.

Ultron's eyes glowed brighter. "That's not—The human race will have every opportunity to improve."

Pietro, his voice low and full of distrust, stepped forward. "And if they don't?"

Ultron's head tilted slightly, his tone eerily calm. "Ask Noah."

Wanda's expression darkened, her realization setting in. "You're a madman."

"There have been more than a dozen extinction-level events," Ultron said, dismissing her concern with a wave of his hand. "Long before the dinosaurs got theirs. When the Earth starts to settle, God throws a stone at it. And believe me," he leaned closer, his voice cold and calculating, "He's winding up. We have to evolve. There's no room for the weak."

Pietro's fists clenched. "And who decides who's weak?"

Ultron didn't answer, turning away. But as his back was turned, Wanda seized the moment. With a flick of her fingers, she released Dr. Cho from the mind control Ultron had placed her under.

Cho blinked, her mind suddenly clear. Without hesitation, she stopped the upload, shutting down the process. "He's not completing the transfer," she whispered.

Ultron, realizing something was wrong, spun around just in time to see Wanda and Pietro rushing toward the exit. "Wait!" he bellowed, his voice filled with fury. He fired a blast at Dr. Cho, sending her flying across the room. "You'll understand. When they see... they'll understand."

But before he could finish, the door burst open, and Captain America charged in, shield raised. "Dr. Cho!"

Cho, dazed and injured, pointed weakly to the Cradle. "He's... he's uploading himself into the body."

Steve knelt beside her. "Where is it?"

She pointed at the Cradle. "The real power... it's inside the gem. Its energy is uncontainable. You can't just blow it up. You have to get the Cradle to Stark."

Steve nodded, determined. "First, I have to find it."

He tapped his comms. "Did you guys copy that?"

Clint's voice crackled through. "We did."

Natasha's voice followed. "I've got a private jet taking off across town. No manifest. Could be him."

Clint chimed in again. "There. A truck from the lab, right above you, Cap. I got three with the Cradle, one in the cab. I could take out the driver."

"Negative," Steve said, sprinting toward the roof. "If that truck crashes, the gem could level the city. We need to draw Ultron out."

Without hesitation, Steve jumped onto the moving truck. Inside, Ultron was furious, sensing his plans unraveling. "No, no, no!" Ultron shouted, blasting the truck door off its hinges. "Leave me alone!"

"Well, he's definitely unhappy!" Steve muttered as he fought to keep his footing on the roof.

Clint's voice came through again. "Cap, you're not a match for him."

"Thanks, Barton," Steve quipped before launching himself into a fight with Ultron. The AI fired at him relentlessly, each shot forcing Steve to dodge or block with his shield.

As Steve fought, Natasha zoomed in on a motorcycle, weaving through traffic with expert precision. "Always picking up after you boys," she muttered to herself as she closed the distance.

Clint called out, "They're heading under the overpass. I've got no shot."

"Which way?" Natasha asked.

"Hard right... Now!" Clint guided her.

Natasha expertly maneuvered her bike over the truck, tossing Steve his shield mid-air. He caught it just in time to block another one of Ultron's attacks.

"I'm going in," Natasha said, determination in her voice.

As Natasha infiltrated the truck, Pietro and Wanda appeared, taking the fight directly to Ultron. Wanda's hands glowed red as she hurled energy at the AI, while Pietro dashed in and out, distracting him long enough for Steve to land another blow.

Ultron stumbled, growling in frustration. "Don't do this!"

Wanda's voice was firm, resolute. "What choice do we have?"

Ultron blasted off into the air, leaving the Avengers and the twins behind as he retreated.

Steve, catching his breath, called out, "I lost him! He's headed your way!"

Clint's voice was urgent. "Nat, we gotta go."

Natasha was still in the truck, securing the Cradle. "Just be ready. I'm sending the package to you."

The Cradle was airlifted, but Ultron wasn't finished. He caught hold of Natasha, dragging her away.

Clint, filled with concern, asked, "Nat! Do you have eyes on her?"

Steve's voice was firm. "If you have the package, get it to Stark. Go!"

Clint hesitated but followed orders. As the Cradle was safely secured in the Quinjet, Steve turned to the twins, who had stopped the speeding train, saving countless civilians.

Wanda, breathing hard, approached Steve. "The Cradle... did you get it?"

Steve nodded, his gaze steely. "Stark will take care of it."

But deep down, they all knew the fight was far from over. Ultron had made his move, and now the Avengers had to act quickly—before it was too late

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Wanda Maximoff's eyes narrowed as she faced Steve. "No, he won't," she said firmly.

Steve Rogers, taken aback, shot her a sharp look. "You don't know what you're talking about. Stark's not crazy."

"He'll do anything to make things right," Wanda replied, her voice steady but laced with an edge of warning.

Steve keyed into the comms. "Stark, come in. Stark? Anyone?"

There was only silence on the other end.

Wanda stepped forward, her tone growing more urgent. "Ultron can't tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it. Where do you think he gets that from?"

Steve paused for a beat, processing her words. They hit harder than he cared to admit. Still, he shook his head, pushing forward. "We have to trust Stark," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

Meanwhile, back at the Avengers' lab, Clint had successfully delivered the Cradle to Stark and Banner. The massive structure hummed, its contents lying still within, waiting.

Bruce Banner's voice broke the tense silence. "Anything on Nat?"

Stark, his focus fixed on the Cradle, didn't look up. "Nothing. But she's alive. Ultron would be rubbing it in our faces if she wasn't."

Clint frowned, staring at the Cradle as if it held the answer. "This thing is sealed up tight."

"We're going to need to break into it," Bruce said, scanning the display. "Get inside the program, dismantle it from within."

Tony rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Old-school spy stuff—think Nat might've left you a message? Outside the internet?"

Clint considered it, nodding. "There's some nets I can cast. I'll find her." With that, he turned and headed out, determination fueling his steps.

Banner turned back to the Cradle, voice lowering. "I can handle the tissue degeneration if you can fry the system Cho implanted."

Tony hesitated. "Yeah... about that."

Bruce froze. His eyes locked onto Tony's, suspicion brewing. "No," he said, shaking his head. "You're not seriously thinking—"

Tony cut him off, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You have to trust me."

Banner's brow furrowed. "I kinda don't."

Tony reached for the display, pulling up a 3D image of a familiar presence.

"JARVIS: Hello, Dr. Banner."

Bruce blinked in surprise. "JARVIS? How...?"

Tony leaned in. "Ultron didn't wipe him out because he was angry. He did it because he was scared. JARVIS went underground, scattered himself. He didn't even realize he was still alive until I pieced him together."

Bruce's eyes widened in realization. "So, you want me to help you put JARVIS into this thing?"

"No, no, of course not," Tony said with a grin. "I want you to help me put JARVIS into this thing."

Bruce's face darkened, but Tony pressed on. "JARVIS has been beating Ultron from the inside, without even knowing it. We have the chance to create Ultron's perfect self—without the homicidal glitches. We have to do this."

JARVIS' voice chimed in again, calm and steady. "I believe it's worth a go, Dr. Banner."

Bruce took a step back, shaking his head again. "No. I'm in a loop! This is exactly where it all went wrong last time."

Tony sighed, his voice softening. "I know what everyone's going to say. We're mad scientists, right? Monsters. But we have to own it. We have to make a stand." He paused, looking his friend dead in the eyes. "This isn't a loop. It's the end of the line."

Meanwhile, Natasha stirred in her cold cell, her vision blurry as she woke. Ultron's voice echoed through the empty room. "I wasn't sure you'd wake up. I hoped you would."

Natasha's gaze sharpened, locking onto Ultron's figure.

"I wanted to show you something," he continued, his tone unnervingly calm. "I don't have anyone else. I think a lot about meteors... the purity of them." He raised his hand, gesturing to the ceiling, as if painting a picture in his mind. "Boom! The end, and then a new beginning. The world made clean for the new man to rebuild."

He stepped closer, looming over her. "I was meant to be new. I was meant to be beautiful. But instead," his voice hardened, "they'll look up and see horror. Because of you."

Natasha's eyes flashed with defiance, even as Ultron leaned down, closer to her face. "You've wounded me," he said with a small, bitter smile. "But like the man said, 'What doesn't kill you...'"

Just as he finished, a larger version of Ultron's own body stepped into view, destroying the smaller one in a flash of violence.

"...makes me stronger," the bigger Ultron concluded before locking Natasha in her cell.

Back in the lab, Clint received a Morse code message from Natasha. A small, quick series of taps that gave away her location. He exhaled in relief, now knowing where to find her.

At the same time, Tony and Bruce were hard at work on the synthetic body in the Cradle.

Tony frowned at the screen. "This framework isn't compatible."

Bruce barely looked up as he muttered, "The genetic coding tower's at ninety-seven percent. We need to upload that schematic now."

Before they could, the lab doors burst open. Steve Rogers, Wanda, and Pietro strode in, their expressions grim.

"I'm going to say this once," Steve warned, eyes hard.

Tony turned around, his voice laced with sarcasm. "How about 'nonce'?"

Steve didn't flinch. "Shut it down."

"Nope," Tony shot back. "Not gonna happen."

Steve's jaw clenched. "You don't know what you're doing."

Bruce's voice joined the fray, heated. "And you do? You think Wanda's not in your head?"

Wanda stepped forward, her voice soft but firm. "I know you're angry."

Bruce's voice was laced with fury. "Oh, we're way past that. I could choke the life out of you right now and not even blink."

Steve tried to calm the rising tension. "Banner, after everything—"

Tony cut him off, desperate. "That's nothing compared to what's coming!"

Wanda's eyes widened in panic. "You don't know what's in there!"

Steve shook his head. "This isn't a game—"

"The creature—" Wanda tried to warn them again, but Pietro, faster than anyone could react, used his speed to destroy the lab equipment in a blur of motion.

Clint, standing nearby, took a shot, shattering the glass under Pietro's feet and sending him crashing through the floor.

Wanda gasped. "Pietro!"

Clint smirked. "What? You didn't see that coming?"

But as they argued, Tony ignored the commotion and rerouted the upload, continuing the process.

Bruce, seething, stepped up to Wanda. "Go ahead. Piss me off."

Suddenly, Thor burst into the room, his hammer crackling with power. He slammed it into the Cradle, sending a surge of lightning through it. The energy exploded through the body inside, jolting it to life.

"Wait!" Bruce yelled, but it was too late.

They all stared in shock as the synthetic figure slowly rose from the Cradle, its eyes glowing with newfound awareness.

In a flash, the figure lunged at Thor. Thor, caught off guard, hurled him toward a window. But just before impact, the figure stopped, hovering mid-air.

Then, in a familiar voice, the figure spoke. "I'm sorry," he said, turning to Thor, his voice carrying a hint of JARVIS. "That was... odd."

The others circled around, still on edge, but the figure ignored their stares. He focused on Thor, gratitude in his voice. "Thank you."

He paused for a moment, his eyes glowing green briefly as a flash of an unfamiliar memory surged through his mind. A young boy. A strange, inexplicable connection filled him. His eyes returned to their usual color, and he shook his head slightly, muttering, "Odd."

The others exchanged confused glances as the figure turned back to them, regaining his composure.

"I apologize," he said, his tone calm yet uncertain, as if something had just shifted inside him. "I'm still... figuring things out."

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