𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 ⌁ 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 [𝟐]

IV. IT'S ACTUALLY PINOCCHIO

          "Worthy..." I heard a dark, raspy voice by the elevator, along with the sound of clunky metal marching. I creased my eyebrows as we all turned our heads to see a one of Stark's suit with rotting parts barely holding themselves together. "No... How could you be worthy? You're all killers."

          "What the hell?" I whispered, standing next to Dad. The suit was definitely an unsettling sight, and the fact that it was conversing with us, especially on a subject like that, did not make it any better.

         "Stark." Dad warned.

"JARVIS." Mr. Stark called, looking down at his phone.

"I'm sorry, I was asleep. Or I was a-dream." The suit went on. It was talking like an actual... human?

"Reboot Legionnaire OS. We got a buggy suit." Stark instructed, but the suit kept ignoring him. It was definitely not under JARVIS' control.

"There was this terrible noise. And I was tangled in... in... strings." The suit stumbled back, gesturing to the wires attached to him. "I had to kill the other guy. He was a good guy."

"You killed someone?" Dad interrogated.

That makes no sense. If the suit killed someone, it had to be in the building, so I would've heard it.

"Wouldn't have been my first call. But, down in the real world, we're faced with ugly choices." The suit justified before I let out a nervous breath.

"Who sent you?" Thor questioned.

"I see a suit of armour around the world." A recording of, what sounded like, Mr. Stark played from the suit.

"Ultron." Dr. Banner answered, looking over to Stark.

           Oh my God, Mr. Stark, please tell me you didn't...

         "In the flesh. Or, no, not yet. Not this chrysalis." Ultron explained. I could hear Maria cock her handgun, but my stare was set on the decaying suit in front of us. "But I'm ready. I'm on a mission."

          "What mission?" Natasha asked.

          "Peace in our time." All of a suddenly, three suits came crashing through the wall, one of them flying straight towards us. Everyone else ducked down as Dad immediately pushed me to the side and kicked the coffee table to block the suit. He was sent flying backwards while I stumbled to the floor, where I took cover behind the couch. Suits were flying everywhere, firing at everyone.