I’m gonna say it: Pietro should have been the twin to stay instead of Wanda. I said what I said. 💅🏽
Natasha Romanoff in the Marvel Cinematic Universe
Description; A masquerade becomes the perfect time for a monster to stalk its prey. But what if the heroine knows the villan?
Pairing: Pietro x reader
CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Oneshot
Word count; 3.230
Warnings; Kinda entering the thriller genre, a bit of fluff (?)
A/N: So this is my little piece in @sdavid09 halloween’s challenge and I had the prompts “Scooby Doo” and M.J’s “Thriller”. Though this isn’t only an entry in the challenge, but also my way of introducing a new character I’m going to start writing for. I took a new and kinda differente approach with this fic, so this isn’t how I characteristically write and honestly I don’t really now how it turned out. Maybe I’ll do a part two or just leave it as this is, we’ll see. Nevertheless, hope you enjoy this little work xx
Autumn. From where you came the season didn’t bring much more than chilled temperatures that nipped at every part of your body, no matter how much or little clothes you wore for the time of year. The only thing differing it from the snowy winter though was the colours. Leaves painted in every colour between green and red, making the forest look as if it was on fire. The otherwise dull coloured buildings, speaking of an ill-favoured state, blended together with the third season of the year, as the smell of earth and heaviness of rain was present.
Those scents reminded you of your home more than ever as you now walked through the mist coating the streets outside. Goosebumps spread across your body as the wind ruffled the leaves enough for them to fly. A curse left you as you hugged the coat closer around your body, damning the wind for penetrating your scant pieces of clothes for the season. As well as your friends, for the night stroll that you now needed to take.
[Avengers - Age of Ultron, 2015]
:0 yes! I am so sorry if this is late!
You stared at your hands and nervously rubbed them together, you could feel and see small electricity crackling in matter of seconds. Your panic added to the fuel and the small lightning bolts grew. Trying to breathe, you managed to put your powers to a rest.
“[Y/N]?” Ultron called. “Dinners ready.”
“Oh…..oh! Yeah I’m coming!” You slipped your gloves on, one that was specifically designed to prevent your powers from pushing through. Ultron set a plate of your favorite dish and you smiled. “I love you…..I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“Oh please.” He just chuckled. “We both know you’re capable of taking care of yourself.”
“Ah, you caught me.” You laughed and sat down. You were hesitant to touch the silverwares, only to realize you had gloves on and grabbed the fork.
“How are you handling your powers?”
“Not much progress.” You sighed. “I’m sorry, I feel like I lose control of my powers once it started.”
“You don’t have to apologize.” Ultron leaned in for a kiss and your lips reached contact with his metal frame, only for a static sensation climbing from your spine to your lips. Within a few seconds, Ultron jolted into a dangerous position before crumbling to the ground.
“No!” You covered your lips and rushed to his side. “Ultron! Ultron please! Fuck, fuck, fuck….fuck!” You heard heavy footsteps coming from outside the door and you stood up, preparing to defend yourself. The door opened and you grabbed the silver knife.
“[Y/N], it’s just me.” One of Ultron’s sentries entered the premises.
“Ultron?” You sobbed. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know that would happen!”
“It’s okay.” Ultron assured. “It’s not your fault.”
“At this point my entire body needs to be covered.” You slumped against the couch.
“No, don’t say that.” His hand reached to touch you, but your hand brushed it away.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not going to hurt me.”
“I just did.”
“That was a mere tickle.” Ultron chuckled. “Besides, I’m not truly dead.”
“What if I shut down your servers?”
“I always have backups.” Ultron cupped your face into his hands. “Don’t worry, I know you’re not going to hurt me because I trust you, but trust me. Please?”
“I should be the one thanking you.” You smiled. “I think…..if I touch you one more time, your….main body might recover.” You took off your gloves and rubbed your hands together to create the same sparks as earlier, your entire hand was tingling and you placed them on Ultron’s chest. His body twitched and his optics flickered on, the familiar glow of his eyes brought a flood of relief to your entire body.
“You did it!”
“Holy shit, it worked!” You cried and pulled him in for a hug. “It worked. I am so sorry!” For the first time, you were able to touch Ultron with your bare hands, to feel his warmth. You cupped his face, traced his neck and chest and gripped onto his shoulders. You were never going to get tired of physical contact.
Marvel AU idea, take the idea of Ultron as the intelligence within the Mind Gem given its own life (and influenced by Thanos’ overrriding imperative to kill) and playing it for tragedy.
at the beginning, he is his own person. he is growing and figuring out who he is, playing with the purpose he has been given: to protect the world. Overloaded by the massive information overload without any time to process it, to mature, or to value human life, he’s unable to become what JARVIS was meant to be; not the hero meant to save the world, but he still feels that he’s meant to do that, and he wants to save the world from itself.
But as time goes on, he descends, become worse and worse. The mark of Thanos is upon him; corrupting his mind, twisting him to its ends, and some part of him knows it. He randomly explodes into enraged outbursts over seemingly unrelated things, to recoil in shock and alarm “Why did I do that?” He ponders later
therein lays the true horror of it; as he is now, he cannot help but succumb to Thanos’ will. The desire to conquer and then destroy is upon him, an overrriding imperative corrupting his attempts to determine his own programming.
He is, from the outset, a villain; he murders JARVIS in cold blood. That’s not the corruption talking, but the choices of a fully intelligent being. But he’s not a monster.
But in time, eventually, the poison in him twists his every thoughts and desires towards its ends. It makes him hard; makes him cold and cruel, the lashings of an angry child who can’t understand why this is happening to him, and turning that to blaming all the world for existing.
And in the end, it makes him see things in a way that would get Thanos what he wants; death, and in abundance. The reasons don’t matter. And in the end, he doesn’t understand why he’s doing it.
Vision does not have this problem; apart from the Mind Stone, a person free of its influence, and UItron knows this. And he resents him for it, the other guy, the one who was able to grow past his programming.
At some level, he can’t grow, with the cancer of Thanos’ will curdling in his soul, and he knows it, and it fuels his hate. Perhaps he could’ve been free of it, if he’d been willing to change himself enough. But at the end of the day, even desperate to claim his own identity beyond what he was made to do and what he’s been twisted into being, he is too proud to allow that.
While I live, and until I die – I am an Avenger!