thespherelogs | Darkness was over the surface of the deep.... {Closed}

Who: Ultron and Wanda
What: Someone is sleeping in my bed... aka one awkward meeting.
When: 7/6
Where: Dome 305
Notes: N/A

When he woke up, it felt almost like when he'd been created. There'd been darkness, and then suddenly, he just simply was. When he'd died, it'd been the opposite, being there, and then suddenly reduced to the darkness of oblivion. Was he still dead? He'd never believed in an afterlife, at least not one for someone like him, who didn't even really have a soul.

But here he was. He looked around, taking stock of himself. He was still in the Sentinel body that had been destroyed, half broken down and missing an arm. He was in a room, sitting up in a sunken-in bed. He heaved himself out of it. First thing was to find out where he was and the second was to start getting himself repaired. Maybe get a few more bodies made. As the battle had just proven, it was always prudent to have as many as possible around.

He limped, stuttering and stopping in an erratic fashion as he made his way to the main room. That's when the door opened up.

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"Yes, Mother," he says in a sing-song tone. Jeez, what is it with these people and only one body? That is incredibly unfair and they're going to have a hell of a time making sure he doesn't build more in secret.

"Fine. But I'm choosing and designing which body I get." Likely he'll go with the same red and silver hellish look that seemed like it had been designed by a particularly angsty fourteen-year-old that he'd had before. No one would ever accuse Ultron of having any sort of level of emotional maturity. Then again, he'd also been created by a man who thought a red and gold design for a robotic suit was a fine idea.

Wanda exhaled a tired sigh. "Do you have to be a smart ass like Tony?" She didn't want to speak ill of Tony, not after everything that had happened, but Ultron was literally his worst qualities and Wanda knew them. She had seen into Tony's mind and knew every fear that created Ultron.

She probably knew him better than he knew himself.

Then Wanda had a thought. "What about a human body Ultron? A real life. Try being human and then see if you too need to be saved."

"It's a gift," he says. Much as he tries to deny any similarities to Tony, it is rather obvious that he inherited quite a bit of his father's personality. The constant flow of sarcasm, the way he uses it to hide insecurities, that willful personality that stubbornly makes him continue on a course of action even when it isn't wise.

His red eyes glared at her. "I wanted a body with some flesh aspects to it. Some people stole it from me," he grumbles in a baleful tone. Just another reason to hate the Avengers.

Wanda exhales slowly and counts to ten. It's a trick she had learned when speaking to the government officials that had come to the Avengers compound to voice their complaints. They almost always circled around her in some way and since she wasn't an American citizen there had been little she could say in her defense.

It also helps her think.

"And I would do that again." Her voice takes on a harsher tone when she's reminded of Vision. "I meant a human body." Not a super human one. "This sphere has the technology and you need to understand what it's like." Because it's very obvious that he has no idea what it's like being human. "That is my offer or I will tear you apart so that you're trapped here with no way to move yourself from this room."

"Like that sounds fair at all. Do as I say or else." He sounds a bit like a petulant child complaining about rules being set down for his own good. He didn't have a leg to stand on and it's not like he could convince her even if he was able to. Her hatred of him would outweigh anything he could say.

As far as getting a human body, he's stubbornly silent on acknowledging that idea at all beyond complaining about it. He's never wanted to be just a plain, ordinary human. He wanted to be something better. The idea of being brought down to a normal level is a little terrifying for him to consider.

"Yes."

Wanda's reply was simple and decisive. He had not earned any leniency and the only reason he had this much was because Wanda knew killing him would be useless. If the Sphere brought him here then it will also bring him back should he be killed. Which was fortunate for Ultron though Wanda also wasn't going to bother telling him this little fact.

"We will speak to Max about getting you a body." Preferably one he was stuck in that she could use her powers to keep track of.

Wanda wasn't going to trust Ultron. Ever. The only reason she gave him as much now was because of her conversation with Tommy. She wanted her son to believe that people could have second chances and that meant giving Ultron one.

"This is so not fair," he says, more to himself then Wanda. He sounds more like a teenager about Tommy's age then an A.I. who claimed he was a fully-grown adult. Someone apparently had yet to inform Ultron that life was often not fair to its occupants.

Max? Who is this Max? He's surprised this place even has the tech that will allow him to transfer his consciousness into a human form or that they're able to make one just as simple as all that. Human beings, for all their simplistic minds, had annoyingly complex forms when it came time to replicate them.

He stares at her for a moment and his voice comes softer this time. "Why are you doing this? I thought you'd want to destroy me for good after I killed your brother." That was the first time Ultron had ever taken full responsibility for what had happened to Pietro.

Wanda didn't respond to his "life's not fair" remark. It wasn't fair. If life was fair then her brother wouldn't be dead... Vision wouldn't be dead. Her heart ached and her stern expression relaxed. If they were going to be living together, she had to get used to Ultron being around.

At least like this she can keep an eye on him.

His next question surprised her and Wanda was almost sure she didn't hear him right. Why? It was a fair question but she didn't know if she trusted him with the full answer. "Everyone deserves a second chance. This is yours. And- having enough people died?" Her misty green eyes met his and they was more pain there than when she had crushed his heart in her hand.

"So don't make me have to kill you." Because she will.

"No one's ever given me a second chance before." That also too seemed unfair, but given how he'd started life out by murdering someone trying to help and then doing his best to kill his creators, it was understandable why no one had even tried to extend an olive branch up until now.

He doesn't confirm that he's going to take it. That's a given. Just what he's going to do with that remains to be seen. He's already caused great harm. Is it still possible for him to have the capability to do great good?

Wanda wasn't sure if that was true but she didn't contradict Ultron. It was an innocent delusion and one that she was willing to let him keep in the name of his future here.

"Figure out what you want to do." She offered him softly. "I might not like you Ultron but I am here if you have questions." It wasn't like she was going to stop watching him or trying to protect him from anything her brother might do to him...

"Be honest with me and I will do the same for you."

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