This was it. On a remote island that had stood long abandoned by some millionaire (amateur), Tony was about to face something he thought had been buried under miles of rubble. Okay, figurative rubble anyways, because supposedly Vision had zapped Ultron into oblivion. Except, turns out, yea NO. All sorts of strange rumors had been buzzing just out of reach, all being cataloged by FRIDAY until Tony had enough to make sense of it. When that evidence fell into place, the confrontation with Vision had followed...and bloomed into the very nightmare Tony had been having since Sokovia.
“God, I hope you’re stuck in a toaster you metal bastard.”
He muttered, nearing the site that was giving FRIDAY the biggest ‘Ultron hideout’ vibes. That happened to be the abandoned mansion, the one that very conspicuously had lights on despite being vacant for over a decade. Landing, and taking no care to do so quietly, Tony crossed the threshold of the house. FRIDAY’s scans led him downstairs to the basement because why wouldn’t Ultron be in the creepiest damn place possible? Yea, the mask was staying on for this.
“Hello? Is the malicious conscious of a robot down here somewhere?”
Hopefully on a floppy disk that I can step on.
