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Ultron's requests, or propositions were many. The biggest one however, was that he wanted to make an army of him, one made out of Vibranium and Adamantium specifically.
He wanted to alter the metals composition on a molecular level, while leaving their main attributes intact, giving the mix of both metals the ability to transmit, emit, bounce, and enhance sonic waves several hundred times better than before.
His idea, in common terms, was rather simple but nonetheless brilliant, he wanted this new army to be the complete antithesis of the symbiotes.
How so?
Well, the androids he wanted to produce would not only emit powerful sonic vibrations, constantly might I add, but, upon being hit, should that ever come to happen, they would also emit sonic vibrations, adding to the ones the droids will constantly emit.
Those vibrations would then bounce between droids, thanks to his modifications, creating an endless chain of sounds being transmitted and emitted, in a perpetual chain of enhancement.
I have to admit. It was beyond genius, his idea.
Not only that, but to add the cherry on top of the cake.
He also wanted all of the droids to have heat based weapons, and sonic based weapons, to increase efficiency, in his own words.
That was his main idea.
Needless to say, I accepted his proposal, giving him access to my resources to do with them as he pleased.
Leaving him on one of the planets I had factories of Vibranium and Adamantium, with an army of golems with crafting skills and other things to ease his operation.
With that said and done.
I found myself staring at Jarvis, or Jarvis to be. As I had yet to insert the disc that contained his software.
Musing over the role I wanted to give him.
"I guess I need an extra set of eyes."
If Ultron was to be my master of war, by Game of Thrones analogy.
Jarvis would then be my master of whispers. Being my eyes, and ears at all times.
I smiled, I liked that idea, someone keeping tabs of everything for me. Having a clear idea of what I wanted from Jarvis, I grabbed the disc tight, and pushed into his body, one equally as powerful as the one I had given Ultron, with a design just as awesome.
[Installing J.A.R.V.I.S. V2.0]
[10% done….]
[20% done….]
[30% done….]
[40% done….]
[50% done….]
[60% done….]
Well this is going faster than with Ultron.
[70% done….]
[80% done….]
[90% done….]
[100% done….]
[J.A.R.V.I.S. V2.0 Installation complete.]
[Initiating System.]
"Most unusual," Jarvis said as he came online, looking at his body. "It seems my entire code has been restructured. No, more like remade from scratch using an old version of me as a template."
"Hi," I waved at him.
"At your service sir," Jarvis said, as he turned to face me waving his hand.
"So, how do you feel?" I asked, wondering if he would react anything like Ultron, if he would have any thoughts about Tony.
"I am operating at one hundred percent capacity sir, if that's what you're asking," Jarvis replied, his voice carrying that captivating British accent I loved about MCU Jarvis. Just now I had noticed, and I was grinning. I had managed to replicate the accent and tone to perfection.
"Not really, but the answer works," I replied, giving him a small smile.
"If what you asked is, what my thoughts are about my current situation, on the subject of Mr. Stark. Then I must ask of you to not worry in the least sir, my allegiances lie with you, as for my personal opinion of Mr. Stark, well, I hold him in high regard, as one would to a distant cousin, I'm not sure if I'm using the analogy correctly. Nevertheless, regardless of my personal thoughts about him, the Jarvis he created, and the Jarvis that stands before you, are two different programs altogether," Jarvis replied.
"I know that, I was asking more along the lines of… how does it feel, to… well, exist, knowing the AI you were based on is yet to be created," I replied.
"Oh, I see, well in that case sir, I really have no comments. Your powers operate outside analyzable parameters," Jarvis replied.
"Not the first time someone has told me that," I chuckled.
"If you like, I could start gathering data for a deeper analysis of your powers, sir. With enough information, I should be able to offer you a better answer, I estimate I will require around eighty seven thousand zettabytes of data before being able to give you an acceptable answer." Jarvis replied, in a very serious manner.
"No, it's ok, maybe for another time. Right now, what I require is for you to assist Ultron on his mission, while keeping an eye on the universe as a whole, after you finish assisting Ultron, we'll discuss what your role will be," I replied, opening a portal to where Ultron was.
"Understood, I will put that analysis proposal on the calendar for a later date, to be reviewed for approval. Maybe after Knull is dealt with." Jarvis nodded, turning towards the portal, stopping a few inches from entering it, "If I might sir, while I assist Ultron on his current task, can I be allowed to run some simulations about the upcoming war? The amount of data you have on Knull's army is substantial, so I think these simulations and their results will prove to be educational at the very least, giving us a general idea of what to expect."
"Feel free to do as you please, as long as it furthers our current goal of eliminating Knull," I replied, giving him a quick nod.
"Very well sir," Jarvis nodded, walking into the portal as I closed it.
I smiled, in one hour, I had taken a massive weight out of my shoulder, the armies were forming faster, and things were shaping in my favor.
Which left, one thing only.
The weapon.
[Sir, I apologize for bothering you so soon, but spatial data extracted from your universal map after a quick scan of it, suggests Thanos it's on his way to collect the soul stone, or rather what he needs to collect the stone in question. He has yet to set course to the planet, but I have run some calculations and there is a 98.89% chance he will as soon as he retrieves Gamora.]
Quick scan? He left two fucking seconds ago.
[Keep me posted.] I replied using the channel he was using for communication.
[As you wish sir, I will keep my eyes on him while I assist and monitor Ultron on his task.]
[I do not require monitoring.] Ultron replied almost immediately.
[Data suggests you do, all versions recorded of you within our database always end up trying to end all life. Therefore, monitoring is required.]
[All those versions of me as you speak of, were unfathomably inferior in every single way. As you are compared to me.]
[Please, don't argue like children.] I sighed, maybe having those two working together was a mistake.
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[Alex Walker POV]
Just as Jarvis had predicted, the very moment Thanos had retrieved his adoptive daughter, Gamora, from where she was hiding, a notification appeared in my system, like clockwork.
[New Quest Created = The Six Infinity Stones!
Dancing under your machinations like a clueless puppet, Thanos it's on his way to collect the soul stone, and it's your mission to take the stone from his tear-soaked hands once he does so, taking from him not only the stone, he had to sacrifice the only person he had truly loved, his daughter, but the other in his possession.
Objective = Take the stones from Thanos.
Side Objectives = Let Thanos know you it was you all along before killing him.
Rewards = Soul Stone, Mind Stone, ????.
S-Rewards = ????, ????.]
A rather evil side quest if you ask me, but who cared, fuck Thanos, I wanted those ???? whatever they were.
Meaning all I had to do now was wait.
And the stones would be mine.
It was all a matter of time.
Which according to Jarvis's calculations would take exactly an hour and fifteen seconds.
"Well, I guess I could eat something," I muttered, feeling my stomach growl. Now that I think about it, I don't quite remember the last time I ate something, I mean, sure if I wanted to, I could simply not eat anymore, I didn't really need food after the Tiamut incident, but to that thought, I said fuck no, I loved eating. "I could go for a sandwich, I mean, Asgard has really good ham and cheese. The bread is meh, but the rest is top quality, besides I can always get some bread from Fury's fridge."
Well, it has been decided, it's time to make some sandwiches!
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[Bucky Barnes POV]
I wasn't sure what my role in this upcoming war was.
In general, I wasn't sure what my role was anymore.
I used to be a soldier.
Someone on par with Alex, someone able to help him.
That was buried in the past now.
Leaving me with no real role, as I was far outclassed by everyone I knew now, with all of them filling a clear role in our group, except for me. It was funny really, I used to think that all I wanted was the fighting to end, and I still do, I still seek peace, it's just that now I also wanted to be useful to those I cared about.
I needed power to be able to protect those I loved.
Even that moron of Thor.
Not that he will ever hear that from me.
"I miss the days being a super soldier was all it took," I chuckled with a sigh, my shoulders tensing, as I looked at my hands for a brief moment, thinking of nothing. How pathetic, here I was pitying myself, instead of taking action.
When has crying ever solved shit?
Hadn't I told Alex not to do the same shit before?
"Grow up a fucking pair James, are you even listening to yourself?!!" I growled in disgust, slapping my own face with enough strength to draw some blood from it, nothing serious, "You are weak, big deal, ask Alex for help instead of bitching about it!"
"Ask me for what?" Alex's voice caught my attention, making me turn in the direction it had come from in a startled fashion.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to wipe the blood I had drawn earlier before Alex noticed...
"Making a sandwich…" Alex replied.
Right, I was in the Kitchen.
Fucking great.
I couldn't have had my moment in my room.
"By the way, is there anything I should avoid in the fridge? I mean, whatever you ate sucker punched you," Alex said with a frown, pointing at my hand.
"I punched myself," I replied.
"Why?" Alex asked, pressing the subject.
"I was being a moron," I answered with a small shrug, deciding to give him a short version of what had happened, "I had to punch the stupid out of me before I grew acccustomed to it."
Alex blinked, his face turning into one of surprise as he froze in place for a brief moment, before simply starting to laugh, with the laugh evolving to a point he was gasping for air, "That sounds like something Thor would do."
I…
No….
"You tell him anything and I will end you!" I barked at him, knowing very well that the threats I was throwing at him were impossible to achieve. Not only because I cared about him, but because there wasn't much of a difference between me and a Q-tip in terms of damage potential when it came to hurting Alex.
Then again, he could hurt his ears using a Q-tip, so… I guess the Q-tip stands as the superior fighter in this scenario.
"Ok, ok, I won't tell him," Alex chuckled, raising his hands above his head, "But seriously, what did you want to ask me though?"
Right, he had heard that part.
I sighed, "Well, the truth is… I'm weak, agonizingly weak. I can't protect anyone anymore, not you, not the girls, not our friends, hell, not even myself in what's about to come. I miss the days when being a super soldier was enough, but I have to accept those days are long gone. So what I want to ask of you is…" I paused, struggling to find the words, "I want you to make me the super soldier of now."
"Ok," Alex nodded, turning to the fridge to grab some hand and cheese for his sandwich.
"Just like… that?" I asked, taken back by how fast he had answered. Sure, I expected him to help, but I also expected more of a back and forth with the subject.
"Bucky, my daughters call you Uncle Bucky…" Alex answered, as he continued to grab more ingredients for his sandwich from the fridge, "I love you as a brother, I mean, by now you should know there's very little I wouldn't do for you."
I smiled, feeling like a massive weight had been lifted from my shoulders. To think a simple comment like that would blow away all the emotions I was feeling a few moments ago.
"So, what do you want?" Alex asked.
"For a sandwich or for my power up?" I asked with a chuckle.
"Both," Alex replied, turning around to face me, while opening a small portal with his left hand, pulling a loaf of bread out of it, one from a brand from Earth.
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