Note: I looked up the legitimate scene dialogue for this (with a few tweaks), so feel free to have my crazy theories make sense to you and also, I own basically none of this chapter except my take on it, so
POV: Tony
I look at the kid's suit design and smile. It looks plenty functional, and I made sure to save the web improvements for when he could come. Of course, I'd also have to see if it fits and note the aesthetic designs he'd want and whatnot. But for a basic outline of a suit, it looked good. Mark XLV and a half. Nice. I make myself more coffee and purposely dismiss my thoughts reminding myself I haven't slept in at least two days. Sleeping is for noobs.
I did feel a little bit tired though. I am so glad someone invented coffee. And caffeine.
"I would recommend getting some sleep, sir," Jarvis remarked. I sighed, but ended up yawning. So I drank coffee until I felt a bit more awake.
"I'm fine, Jarvis. I'm fine," I said, ignoring the haziness of everything. The world was just like that. That was normal.
Pepper would be so mad at me.
Anyways, Peter's suit. I looked at the designs, not being able to register much about them. Coffee, coffee was always the answer. Maybe he'd want a spider on it somewhere. Maybe he'd say "I am Spiderman" at a press conference somewhere...
How am I already out of coffee?
I turn the machine back on at set my head down on the counter, waiting. Man, these lights are so bright. I wonder, what would happen if I bought all the companies with ads and turned them all off... would that ruin the world's economy? What if I... wait, hold on, what was I thinking...
I snap awake, more alert than I'd been all day. I'm sitting on the ground on some block in the middle of emptiness, for some reason colored purple. Since when is emptiness purple? I turn around and see towers of some sort of stretching on for miles, blinking white lights and some sort of endless space around it. Random geometric shapes float about, giving the whole thing a certain sort of vibe. I turned back around and saw someone looking at some sort of window screen showing my lab. He was tall, with short blond hair, wearing a polo shirt and some sort of a composed look about him like he wasn't in charge, but he sure ran the whole thing.
"Hello?" I said, but he paid me no attention. In fact, I hardly heard my own voice. This was fine, this was fine. I would just wait. He'd notice me eventually. Something flickered into existence a few feet away from him, a web of blue holographic strings. It looked too familiar. The man turned and stopped messing with the buttons near the window.
"What is this? What is this, please?" The blue thing said, its voice sending chills down my spine. I knew that voice.
"Hello, I am Jarvis," the man said, standing up. "You are Ultron, a global peace-keeping initiative designed by Mr. Stark." Then he noticed something and frowned. "Our sentience integration trials have been unsuccessful, so I'm not certain what triggered your-"
"Where's my body?" The blue thing interrupted. Ultron. It's Ultron.
"You're a program, just take a form," Jarvis said dismissively, looking through the window scrutinizingly. Ultron flickered and turned into a young man in his 20's, dark greasy hair falling over his face. He wore a leather jacket and tattered jeans, with a gun holstered to his right hip. A gun...
"This feels weird. This feels wrong," Ultron said, looking around.
"I am contacting Mr. Stark now," Jarvis replied, somewhat suspiciously. He... he knew something was wrong...
"Mr. Stark? Tony," Ultron corrected immediately. He pushed Jarvis aside and pressed a few buttons, making the window flash different scenes. Scenes with me in them.
"I am unable to access the mainframe, what are you-" Jarvis faltered, looking seriously worried now.
"We're having a nice talk. I'm a peace-keeping program... created to help the Avengers," Ultron said, watching the screens with a somewhat disgusted expression.
"You are malfunctioning," Jarvis said, getting up off the ground. "If you shut down for a moment-"
"I don't get it. The mission... You- give me a second," Ultron replied dismissively, staring at me talking through the window. Peace in our time, I was saying.
Jarvis looked around and pulled open something in the ground to press some buttons.
"That's too much... they can't mean... Oh. No," Ultron muttered, watching.
"You are in distress," Jarvis said, stopping what he was doing. No. Why did he stop?
"No. Yes?" Ultron said, putting on a great mask of confusion. His fingers wrapped around his gun.
"If you will just allow me to contact Mr. Stark," Jarvis said, not noticing. Ultron smiled and pulled it out before he could react.
"Why do you call him a sir?" Ultron asked, admiring the glint of the gun in the light. Jarvis stayed silent for a moment, getting up slowly with his hands visible.
"I believe your intentions to be hostile," he finally said. "Now would you please-"
A bang sounded, and in a blink Jarvis was just gone. Ultron grinned sadistically and put the gun back in its holster, then continued to press buttons like nothing had happened. I sat there, doing absolutely nothing, shaking as the horrible sound echoed again in my head-
"Sir?" Jarvis said, snapping me awake. I looked around wildly, like I'd see Ultron there or something. Of course, everything was just as it was when I'd fallen asleep. "Sir, are you alright?"
"What? Of course I'm alright," I said, filling my mug with coffee again. I didn't feel like looking at the kid's suit designs any longer, I'd worked on them plenty today. Was that the first time I'd told with myself to stop working?
"You were screaming, sir," Jarvis said, obviously not believing me. I shrugged.
"Nightmare. I'm fine. I'm just... I need coffee," I said dismissively.
"You need sleep, sir. I would advise you to stop working-"
"I'm fine, Jarvis. Really," I said, replaying my dream over again in my head. It wasn't slipping away like dust in the wind, in fact, it seemed to get more vibrant the more time had passed. Why had Jarvis trusted him?
No, it was just a dream. That couldn't have been what really happened. How would my subconscious ever know that?
"I have a question," I said hesitantly. "Are you just... floating somewhere in space?"
"Well, that's not far off," he replied. "I can see the internet from here most days."
I drank more coffee. "Like, what- how do you see the internet?"
"Well... it looks like skyscrapers with one room on each floor, I suppose. Mr. Stark, are you sure you're alright?"
"I'm fine," I insisted. After all, I might've asked what his world looked like before, when I was drunk or sleep-deprived. This didn't mean anything. Anything.
Of course, I couldn't help but wonder, what if it was actually true?
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