Ultron was beginning to hear that more so than his actual name now a days. The tedious hand shaking and smiling and waving Tony was so intent on dragging Ultron around to was almost always accompanied with someone referring to them as 'father and son’. It was almost fascinating, how the concept was taken to so quickly. Tony certainly milked it for everything it was worth. Magazine covers, billboards, and the like, anything with the two of them on it had those words ascribed somewhere. Perhaps it made people more comfortable as it almost gave Ultron a human-esque air about him, diminishing the truth of the fact that he wasn’t a human. More often than not he wondered such things, but had yet to ask as Tony seemed to really enjoy to reference.
Perhaps there was some truth to it. There was no denying that the pair certainly had a chemistry that worked. Of course Iron Man himself would create a sentient, self sufficient A.I. before ever having actual kids of his own, so Ultron had become that ‘son of an Avenger’ that the world had been waiting to see. And boy had the attention gotten to him. He and his creator seemed just as much rivals as they did a unit. With Ultron claiming a generous amount of Tony’s limelight for himself, and running with it as far as he possibly could. A banter Ultron had begun to thoroughly enjoy. Becoming a figure in the public eye had initially been the most daunting thing he’d ever been faced with, what with years spent in quiet development before his consciousness had even awoken. Then running through prototype after prototype of forms that best suited him and his purpose. Looking at him now, it would be hard to even conceive the idea that Ultron had ever been apprehensive about humanity.
Ultron’s purpose was peace, something he took seriously. Humanity fascinated him, successful even with their flaws, that’s where he came in. He was to armor those flaws, shield them, he’d been told the stories of the great invasion of New York, long before he’d ever awoken. Opening Earth’s eyes to the threats that really loomed over their planet. He knew little of what else was out there, Tony had only explained so much and Ultron didn’t have access to the internet to research for himself. But the threats beyond their atmosphere, while ever present, were not Ultron’s immediate concern.
Tony’s unveiling of his new advanced A.I. had been received with mixed reviews from his coworkers. A tongue tied silence initially, and Ultron was aware of their reluctance, after all, everyone knew all the stories of the big bad robots hell bent to take over the world. It didn’t take a genius to understand, Stark technology had been misused many times before, so what of when it was given a mind of it’s own? The other Avengers weren’t the only ones to carry those worries. For every person in support, there were always the ones who were against. Afraid. Despite doing his best to prove himself unworthy of such fears, Ultron couldn’t truly seem to shake them off. The lab had become something of a place of security, no need to be on his best behavior, no cameras, no hands to shake, or strangers to impress. It was always just him and Tony, their work, their sanctuary.
Undergoing slight damage repairs, recharging, Ultron turned to Tony, a troubled look shaped from his features, “How do you cope with knowing that the people you want to protect are afraid of you?” perhaps Tony would understand, after all, he was categorized as one of ‘super humans’ Earth had come into recent possession of, and that road had not been an easy one. But what had Ultron done wrong?
