Age Of Ultron

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"W-What!" John gasped, watching his best friend—his only friend, really—get shot right in front of him.

The shock hit him like a truck, and his legs gave out. He collapsed onto the floor, his mind racing with fear and disbelief.

His eyes locked onto the cold, metallic frame of the robot that had just executed Joe.

This wasn't just any robot, though. It was a prototype made by Hydra, designed to protect their bases.

The thing was armed to the teeth, guns integrated into every possible nook and cranny.

"Is there a viru—" John tried to piece together what was happening, mumbling as his brain scrambled for answers. But before he could finish that thought, another bullet ripped through his head.

His body hit the floor with a sickening thud, his blood mixing with Joe's on the ground, pooling around the outdated tech.

Normally, a gunshot in the lab would have sent guards running, but this wasn't just any day. The guards had bigger problems. They were busy fighting...

Ultron.

He wasn't just taking over their robots—he'd hacked into everything. The cameras, smartphones, laptops, even the ancient potato PCs Hydra still used.

And yep, you guessed it, he also got a peek at their search histories. Even the ones done in incognito mode.

Talk about awkward.

Meanwhile, the lab had become a full-blown massacre. All across the secret facility, Ultron's sentries were ripping people apart like they were nothing more than paper dolls.

"P-Please, let me live! I have a daughter waiting for me! I need to save her!" Leo, one of the remaining scientists, begged as he stood trembling in front of the blood-covered Ultron sentry.

The floor was slick with the remains of his colleagues, who had literally been torn in half. The scene was straight out of a horror movie.

Leo was desperate. He hadn't seen his daughter or wife for years, ever since Hydra had kidnapped them and forced him to work for them. His only motivation had been the hope that one day, he'd save them.

But now, his friends—no, his only family left in this hellhole—were ripped apart like they meant nothing. Not cool. Definitely not cool.

"Pl—" Leo tried to beg again, his voice cracking with fear, but Ultron's sentry wasn't having it. In one swift, brutal motion, the machine tore him apart, just like the others.

FAP FAP FAP FAP FAP

While chaos unfolded outside, with Ultron's sentries tearing through the base like it was their personal playground, the head scientist—a man with far too much stress on his plate—was in the bathroom, busy with, well... something far less heroic. Yep, he was enthusiastically jerking off to...

This is awkward to say... Hulk's feet pics. Yeah, that Hulk.

Don't ask me how he got them.

"AHHHH... AHHHH... AHHH!!"

His moment of glory was right around the corner when suddenly, the door to the bathroom was kicked open with a thunderous bang.

An Ultron sentry stood in the doorway like some low-budget action movie villain, its cold, metal face staring him down.

"W-What the—?!" The chief, now in full-on panic mode, immediately moved to cover his family jewels—because let's be real, no matter what's going on, every man's first instinct is to protect the package.

It didn't matter if Ultron was trying to end humanity; that's just basic survival.

And for him, well, let's say it was a bit of a tragic situation down there. The poor guy's, uh... equipment was so small that his newborn son was already matching him in size. Yeah, that kind of hellish life.

"Pathetic."

The Ultron sentry's robotic voice dripped with disdain, like it had just walked in on something so unspeakable that even an AI couldn't process it.

Without missing a beat, it aimed its weapon and shot straight at the scientist's most precious possessions.

And yes, it hit both his balls and his micropenis in one go. Brutal efficiency.

The scientist's scream could probably be heard across the base, his last moments filled with a level of pain that no man should ever know.

Forget losing a child—this was the kind of pain that reached into the very soul. His final thought was that this might actually be worse than the apocalypse itself.

"All clear," the sentry said emotionlessly, scanning the room one last time before stepping back out. After all, once you've dealt with that... what else is there to find?

...

"Haaa... this scene really reminds me of the Era of Chaos," Ultron muttered to himself, strolling through the main area of the Hydra lab. The place was a bloody mess, quite literally.

Blood smeared across the walls, the floors, and even dripping from the ceiling, like some kind of horror movie set gone overboard. Lifeless corpses were scattered everywhere, some piled in corners, others slumped over workstations.

It wasn't the first time Ultron, or rather Azatharok, had seen something like this. It triggered memories of the Era of Chaos—an era he'd much rather forget.

It was basically a cosmic-level world war, where entire civilizations were wiped out faster than you could say "galactic genocide." Fun times. Well, not really.

"Let's get started," Ultron sighed, snapping himself out of those unpleasant memories. He approached the lab's robot assembly line, hacking into the system with ease. This would be the birthplace of his new army.

Not a giant one—yet—but enough to get things rolling.

The first order of business was making himself some top-tier bodies. Ultron sentries. Nothing too fancy for now, but something to handle all the dirty work while he got his real plan underway.

His main objective? Vibranium. He needed that juicy, near-indestructible metal to build himself a new body.

But here's the thing—he wasn't too thrilled about the idea of staying as a heap of metal forever. Sure, metal bodies were durable, but there was something... limiting about them, especially for someone like him.

His past life had been spent in an organic body, one far superior to any robot shell. Organic forms were just better—more adaptable, more capable of housing the kind of power he once wielded.

Yeah, metal might protect him from a bullet or two, but it wasn't going to help him tap into the full range of abilities he had as Azatharok.

In his past life, people had the tech to create organic bodies from scratch, but that wasn't exactly an option right now.

Even Tony Stark, with all his genius and cash, couldn't fund something like that. The resources needed were astronomical. So, Ultron had to think smart.

He needed Helen Cho's cradle technology. That primitive little machine she had, capable of regenerating tissue, was just the tip of the iceberg.

If he could get his hands on that—or better yet, on her (not in a sus way, of course)—he could upgrade her work and create the perfect body for himself.

Something that could not only replicate his former strength but exceed it. But for now, he'd have to settle for metal... and a little patience.

As he walked through the lab, casually hijacking every piece of tech he could find, he paused for a moment, gazing at a large monitor on the wall.

A thought crossed his mind—one he couldn't quite shake.

"What should I call this era?" he mused, stopping in his tracks. Naming things was kind of a big deal where he came from.

His universe had been obsessed with giving fancy titles to every major event, war, and disaster, no matter how terrifying they were.

So, naturally, it was time for him to name this new age.

He tilted his head, glancing at the bloody chaos around him, then at the assembly line churning out his shiny new sentries. A smirk crept across his face.

"Age of Ultron," he muttered with a grin. "Yeah, that has a nice ring to it."