Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.
Starting off the Ultron train strong with my own fic, I will be going through requests and picking what to write later :)
Summary: Ultron discovers for himself that human reactions are a lot cuter when you actually like the little flesh bag.
Content Warning: Ultron get a little touchy, but it's nothing sexual, he just a little curious (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
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The group slowly disperses after getting into the Baxter Building, everyone eager to get into their temporary rooms and rest: probably shower as well for most, battle most definitely builds up a sweat. You stayed behind, too tired to make the entire trip up, rather deciding to dramatically flop down onto the big couch in the communal room. Your arm coming up to rest over your eyes to block out the lights, the room quiet other than a fan blowing and your gasps of air that were slowly going back to normal.
“Pathetic” the robotic voice came from close by and so suddenly that you jumped slightly and quickly moved your arm to see who had spoken. Ultron stood on top of the coffee table, probably to show some sort of dominance in the situation, and looked down at you with his arm crossed.
“Oh, it's you.” You muttered, moving your arm back over your face. Your breathing and heartbeat had to restart the process of slowing down, a quick pump of adrenaline flowing through your veins from his scare.
Ultron continued to look down on you, observing before continuing his speech. “You humans, being so drained of energy after such a small fight.” His belittling words didn't affect you much, used to his comments by now. “That is why you'll never be able to achieve pure evolution, like I have.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever big guy,” you waved him off with your free hand, letting it rest on your stomach and even raising your shirt a little to try and get more cool air onto your body to help cool yourself down. “Small fight my ass” you whispered to yourself, taking a deeper breath after.
It was all quiet again, as you had assumed he'd lost interest and went off to do something else, but he was always so quiet that you could never tell. He was like a cat, you huffed out a chuckle at the thought, a mean cat he would be.
Cold metal braced itself into your stomach, causing you to jump from the sudden change of temperature and weight. “Jesus!” you exclaimed, you would've sat up if it weren't for the metal pressing down in such a way you couldn't do so comfortably. “What the f-” you start, moving your arm away from your face to get a look, only to be shocked by how close Ultron’s face was. It wasn't close to your face, no, it was closer to your torso where his hand sat.
“You're taking such long breathes, yet short ones at the same time” he observed, his hand on your stomach following the motions of your breathing.
“Thats- don't you know all there is to human anatomy? You should know what happens when adrenaline pumps through the body, usually from fear!” You raise your voice on the last word, trying to tell him indirectly that he had scared you, and you knew that he had understood because of his intelligence.
He lets out a hum, the metallic voice actually sending a vibration through his hand and onto you. The coldness of his hand and the hum of his voice onto your body caused the reaction of a shiver, goosebumps even popping up around his hand. Curious with the reaction, he drags his hand up more, pushing up against your own hand that hadn't moved, your shirt being pushed up more just by a little. He watched your breath slowly mellow out after he stopped moving his hand and let it rest just about your bellybutton.
“I thought you didn't like humans” you muttered, simply watching him as he sat almost eerily unmoving. “I don't” was all he replied with. His hand slowly moved from completely resting the whole palm on you to tracing a single finger down your side, brushing the back of his finger against where your kidney would probably be. Another shiver raises up your spine, but also a chuckle from when he brushes against a specific spot.
His finger paused after you let out a small laugh, turning his head slightly to look at your face before moving his finger to brush against the same spot. The same reaction occurred, you let out a slightly louder chuckle. He repeated the process a couple times until he seemed satisfied, by then your face slightly flushed from being tickled.
When he had his fun he went and rested his arms on you, crossed over each other and resting on your stomach like it was the most casual thing ever. His head went and followed, resting on your side and faced away from you: and then he just sat there.
Wow, he really was like a cat, no respect for others space.
Nero trying to puzzle out what entity has possessed Vergil this time: He actually gave me a compliment. This is obviously witchcraft! My dad only stares at me awkwardly when he wants to tell me something!
Vergil: yes… he totally and completely understands everything I’m doing such a great job
What do you mean “chat” is now referring to ChatGPT and not twitch chat? What? What? What the fuck? No?
When I address chat I am speaking to a presumed Greek chorus of real human people shitposting on their lunch break, not a machine that devours lakes to covert electricity into slop.
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