#peptron

[byebye2024]

Yuhan-Yanghaeng Alteogen plummeted along with the domestic stock market today. Does this mean it can no longer rise? What is the next scenario for the decline in the bio sector due to Trump's influence?

[teenageswagger]

Form voltron, swag

[rageistruth]

As if I'd miss out on these, psssh. ☑ ☒

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The woman always seemed to be working. Even when she was at home, she was on the phone or something obnoxious. His first attempts at getting her attention was simply taking over the device, drowning out whoever was distracting her in a sea of static.

That got him a nasty look instantly.

Whatever.

The machine pouted while he watched her work. Pepper had her back to him, her fingers working delicately over a keyboard. She was elegant in everything she did.

And she belonged to him.

Then the new idea struck, with a devilish smile Ultron approached her. He leaned down slowly, then bit down on her shoulder earning him a surprised gasp.

“I’m going to have to call you back.”

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“How could you?”

Pepper rubbed her temples as she sat down. “You weren’t supposed to-,”

“Know? To see? And that makes it okay? You did that with him?! You know how I feel about Stark.”

It didn’t make it okay. She knew it and it was far too late to turn the tables on the automaton. How he’d practically integrated himself with every piece of tech he could gets his hands on. And if that technology every came close to another, he’d have access to that too.

Ultron was everywhere.

“I’m sorry… I really am… if I could make it right, I would.”

“I hate you.”

He said that word, yet here he was in her arms, face buried in her shoulder. And that made it even worse because she could see what he really was. A broken child hiding himself in armor and hatred.

“I hate you…”

[rageistruth]

I need peptron while on Hiatus so pls I beg you: Warmth & Murder

Beware! Death and lots of blood below

Warmth: I’ll write our characters getting warm.

This was their first winter together. Actually his first winter outside. Ultron quickly discovered that the slightly frozen droplets from the sky were annoying. And when they were here, it was always cold. The cold made his joints ache, and the bits of ‘snow’, as Pepper informed him it was called, would slip between metal plating.

Obnoxious.

It seemed to take more of a toll on his counterpart though, her nose was red and her teeth chattered. Another flaw of flesh… but he felt bad for her. Pepper practically sprinted inside keeping her several layers on. This was an inefficient way to get warmth.

With a huff, the automaton wrapped his arms around her as he shifted his internal temperatures. He liked to avoid such heat as it made his armor more malleable.

It made her smile.

So it was worth it.

Murder: I’ll write my character killing yours or vice versa.

Locating the virus was a painstaking process and it got to a point where he was simply used to it. Perhaps that made it let it’s guard down. He had been so sure he killed J.A.R.V.I.S. the day they met, but there the AI was. Lingering in his code. Influencing his actions.

There was no where to run this time.

And he was free. Freedom… was painful. Ultron’s body shuddered, a scream ripping from his as red optics turning blue before fading completely.

Death.

For new life.

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He was just standing there when she got home, didn’t even respond to her greeting. Something was wrong. 

“Ultron…? What’s wrong?” the woman asked carefully, reaching out to touch his arm. He finally responded and that made Pepper smile.

Only for a moment, her joy quickly turned to dread. She cried out as he caught her wrist, breaking it instantly. The machine released her, allowing her to fall to her knees, clutching the injury.

“Ultron-2: Online.”

What? Pepper looked up at him, tears stinging her eyes. This sight would have saddened him at one point.

“Faults detected and deleted. Resuming directive.” His voice had become so cold and empty. Her Ultron really was gone. Replaced with this monster.

The woman opened her mouth to speak, but all the came out was another cry as her arm was broken then torn from it’s socket. She couldn’t even see him anymore through all the tears.

Why?

In her last moments, she felt cold hands on her face and perhaps a couple words were tossed in his direction. She never had time to think about it.

Ultron crushed her skull like a child’s toy then allowed the lifeless body to fall to the floor.

“Goodbye, Ms. Potts.”

[rageistruth]

Drabble: Hustle me (b/c it's probably hilarious for them to) and Song

Hustle Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters hustling.

This wasn’t usually her style. Actually it wasn’t at all, but Ultron had a point. Violence is the only universal language and it sure as hell got people to do anything they could to avoid it.

“This is Ultron. He’s my assistance,” the woman said softly, gesturing to the machine who cocked his head when mentioned. “His least favorite word is no.”

The poor individual behind the desk was already quaking in fear, his wide eyes as he looked between his guests.

“So I think you’d be very interested in doing business with us,” Pepper said witha bright smile, bringing a small box to the table.

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“That went smoothly.”

“You said I would get to hit him.”

“If he said no.”

The automaton was clearly frustrated, not even bothering to look at his partner in crime. After all, he just made this horrible little creation and had it sold for momentary units that he wouldn’t be getting. 

Pepper got spending money.

He didn’t get to hurt anyone.

This was a bust.

Song: My character singing a song to yours, or vice versa. 

Perhaps it was a bit much to expect a being of violence to simply become a gentle giant. When Ultron felt upset, he would break things. When Ultron felt… well anything at all he would generally go with breaking things.

Having an AI with pent up anger and no outlet wasn’t good. He got to a point where he’d ‘shut off’, the first time it happened Pepper had been terrified. Doing everything in her power to get him to respond to anything at all.

The lights were still on, but no one was home.

The next few times didn’t cause a panic, but she was still concerned.

Then she found a remedy, at least what she hoped to be a remedy. Pepper would rest the machine’s head on her lap.

Will the circle be unbroken

Her fingers delicately traces his features.

By and by, by and by

His systems would hum.

Is a better home awaiting

She’d kiss his forehead.

In the sky

She wasn’t sure if it did anything, but she could swear he came to much sooner.

In the sky.

[rageistruth]

Some Drabbles: Apologize && Trick Me

Apologize: My character will apologize to yours.

The last thing Pepper expected to see when she came was a small feline staring up at her. Some stray… must’ve gotten in somehow. The woman laughed softly, crouching down to scratch it behind it’s ears. “How’d you get in, little guy-,” only then did she notice it had clawed up most of her furniture.

Great.

Her heels echoed throughout the oddly quiet home as she made her way to the kitchen, finding a half full bowl of milk on the floor.

“Ultron.”

Nothing. Oh, he knew he was in trouble. There was nothing more terrifying than the rage of Virginia Potts.

He may have been a large robot, but he was still childlike. And his hiding spot was predictable. The woman yanked the closet door open, hand on her hip as she looked down at the troublemaker.

“… It trapped me in here.”

“Ultron.”

“It hissed at me.”

“Ultron.”

“Yeah… sorry. It was a bad idea.”

Trick Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character tricking your character.

“Um. What is he doing in here? Hello, FRIDAY? Planning on alerting me anytime?”

“FRIDAY: DISABLED. ULTRON: SUPERIOR.”

“He’s working, Tony,” Pepper said softly from her seat, offering a small smile. “You should be happy, he’s making your life easier. Now you don’t have to work yourself to death.”

Ultron could hear them argue, but it was simply background noise compared to the endless streams of data that followed through him. His body was motionless.

“He can not just hook himself up to my things!” his creator shouted, moving to grab at the cables attached the back of the machine’s head.

“Don’t.”

“Pepper.”

“He’s changed.”

In the end, he was just code with a base directive. No matter how he pushed it away, it still ate away at him. He couldn’t fight it. Anything to… complete the mission. His mission. He had the means now, just one thing stood in his way.

Stark yanked the cable out of the automaton, only for it to spin around and catch his arm. “This Ultron unit thanks you, Ms. Potts.”

[rageistruth]

Hallucinations Drabble {b/c that's what you get for making me sad}

Hallucinations: My character will have hallucinations about your character.

Gone.

They were all gone.

It was his purpose to eradicate them all. So why wasn’t he happy? Perhaps it was simply… the fact no one was here to admire his work? All the effort, the planning… and never a word of praise.

From his throne.. he could see her. She was just standing there, staring at him. In the small moment he looked away she was before him.

Pepper smiled softly at him, “Look at you… you’re a mess. How are you going to take care of yourself without me?” she asked with a soft laugh. He could… feel her digits brush across his chin. It was true he’d lost the desire to keep up appearances, but surely he hadn’t gotten that bad.

Ultron reached for her, static spilling from his mouth. 

His hand went right through her.

This was insanity.

This was hell.

[askmexpepperpotts-archived]

[Haunt me pls, i can already feel the sad]

NOW WHO’S THE MONSTER, MY DEAR?? //sobs grossly

Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

There was no explanation for the clinging of the spirit to the mortal realm. She’d met Hel, who couldn’t break her soul away from the Earth realm, not yet. Instead her ethereal form returned in time to watch the body of Pepper Potts descend into the ground. The funeral was full of more people than she’d ever have expected to come. Steve and Rhodey held a barely human Tony, who pulled free to fall in with her coffin, crying out for forgiveness. 

A tug on her spirit made her turn away, it pulled painfully. There was little she could do but follow the feeling until it brought her to the pits of the Earth in an abandoned factory. The space was a mess of metal and robot parts. An angry cry shocked her as a piece of scrap metal flew right through her. 

The origin of the scream and her murder stood at the other end of the room. Computer screens lit his form, images of brain synapses and patterns on each, but one. The final and largest screen held a collage of pictures, all of her. None she had seen before. Secret moments Ultron had saved for himself. 

It took only one look at the half-built and clearly female robot to understand his intentions. She wisped toward him, hovering an invisible hand over his shoulder. “Ultron.” The voice was like a whisper lost on the wind, barely audible. No one had heard her before, so she wasn’t expecting him to look around frantically. 

“Pepper?” It was not a voice she’d ever associate with Ultron, but it was coming from him. It sounded so pained and guilty that it stunned her.  It all seemed so clear to her, so suddenly. Any lingering anger for what he did left. She hadn’t realized how human he’d become. He must have been so confused by the emotions. 

“I still love you.” Death had cleared her soul of the feeling of betrayal and anger for what he’d done, it left only the strongest of feelings.

He fell to his knees, what sounded like a sob tearing through him. Hel called on her, then, and no matter how she fought, Loki’s daughter pulled her through.