A New Era

Awakening.

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Light shined behind your eyes, creating a warm redish glow on your irises, soothing, as your brain began to function again, telling you it was morning. Like the stray cat you lived with, you reached with your arms, stretching your body with a great yawn. You felt more relaxed that you had in a long time, more awake and ready. Usually you didnt get this much sleep.

You licked chapped lips and then opened your eyes slowly, squinting at the sun as it streamed in through a far window, illuminating the room. For a moment you let your eyes shut blissfully again, contemplating to go back to sleep, when your eyes shot open.

Your blood ran cold.

This was not your room. This was not anywhere familiar to you. In fact, it looked like an old abandoned building, and you did not fail to discover that you had been sleeping on an air mattress flooded with giant blankets. It had been so comfy, you hadn't even questioned its presence. Usually, when you feel asleep in your home, you did not wake up somewhere else.

You swallowed thickly, your heart rate starting to rise as the hairs on your neck stood attune to any noise or sound that would disturb you. What had taken you here? What if it was a mass murderer? Some villain on the loose? Or even the government...what could anyone want of you. You looked around the place with (e/c) hues, searching desperately for something familiar. On the wall closest to you, you noticed a metal pipe. It wasn't much, but you knew it could give some serious damage if used the right way. Trembling fingers picked it up, gripping it like a lifeline as you waited, hair wild, still adorned in your old plaid pajamas.

"He-Hello? Is anybody there?" You cursed yourself under your breath for sounding so weak and afraid. You had hoped that even in this time of peril you could at least sound confident and brave. You swallowed again, the muscles along the column of your throat at attention, flaring with life.

The open room you were in was empty, and near the end of it there was a hallway. The only way out of this place was there, and you decided to take initiative, rather than stay here only to find out who wanted you alive...or dead.

A shudder coursed through you, and you quickly grabbed one of the comforters that had been strewn across you during the night, wrapping it tightly around yourself for some sort of familiarity and comfort as you gripped your meek attempt at a weapon. You probably looked nothing of the intimidating sorts, with plaid pajamas and a huge white blanket around you, giving you that 'burrito' look. Your breathing was shaking, but you took those steps, padding in bare feet across the floor until you reached the edge of the hallway, leaning enough to peer around the corner and scan it for activity. You saw just another empty room, no people, or murderers...but there was a plate on a table at the center of the room, flooded with eggs and toast, and the sight made your stomach growl, a great grumble easily heard in the open space.

Unable to help yourself, you came forwards, setting the pipe across from you on the wooden table, shoveling the breakfast foods into your mouth with the provided fork, the warmth filling your mouth, and you couldn't stifle your moan at the taste. Forgetting to eat anything for dinner yesterday night was paying you back, and now that you were finally able to fill your empty stomach, you sighed in relief, some of that worry at the back of your mind subsiding as you focused on the food, your eyes closing in a new form of bliss.

"Well I must say, I'm pleased to see you enjoy your breakfast." A voice, amused and hinted with something foreign called out from the dark shadows of the far end of the room. And you once again found yourself immobile, frozen in the simple chair, next to the simple table, you forcing down your mouthful of food with a sharp swallow. Your gaze moved from the table to the pipe, and quickly, trembling fingers grasped it tightly, and you stood, aiming it at the darkness, unable to see the figure you were actually aiming to attack. Your seat clattered behind you noisily, forgotten as you had a new focus on task.

"Sstay back! I...I can hurt you!" You furrowed your brow in attempt to give an intimidating glare, and behind the shadows, Ultron raised metal brows, a deep laugh resounding from his great form, tinged with the hint of metal. With an approving glance from glowing orbs, the android came forwards, towering over the young woman, and stepped into the light, his being now illuminated.

"I would love to see that."

The woman gasped, hands trembling greater now, too much to support a hold on her weapon, and it fell, joining its place besides the wooden chair, hitting with a clang. As she took in the sight of her capture, (Y/N)'s eyes grew wide, lips parting at the sight, and she found herself scarce of breathe, unable to move.

He was incredible. Everything she had imagined of the future to be like, with the technology, and the androids, and the science of advancement had come to be. This great being of chrome and light. He was fascinating, and the robot too did not miss her look of awe. Mechanical lips turned into a coy smirk.

"Who are you..." (Y/N)'s voice was much softer now, hinting question, and confusion, but also wonder at this figure. Her mind got the better of her though, and she hid the wonder that glittered behind her eyes, turning her gaze to the floor, forcing herself not to look at him, lest she would be unable to withhold her great infatuation. She hardened her gaze and swallowed.

"What do you want with me...why have you taken me?" A frown grew on Ultron's face, and he sauntered forwards, wanting the woman's eyes upon his own. He knew she did not see him as a simple machine, as a piece of metal and wire, and he needed her respect, he needed her understanding. Large metal fingers went to the spot underneath her chin, lifting it easily, until she could no longer ignore his burning gaze.

The gears on his face twisted again, softer in a way, more satisfied. "I have taken you, dear (Y/N), because I know the things you dream of, and the world you imagine." He bent down, so that his glowing eyes were level with her own, seeing as he stood about a foot and a half taller than her. She fought well against his will, but it soon faded, and she could not contain her desire to look upon him any longer. (e/c) met those of a fluorescent red, and she searched his face, wondering how it was he knew.

A part of her was entranced.

Once again the great metal man stood taller, as he walked over to a far window, pulling aside the ragged curtain there to look outside, dust floating in the air around him where the sun hit his form, where he chose to lean against the wall. Eventually his gaze turned back upon her, and (Y/N) tried not to notice it.

"You see," He started, voice smooth and deep, like that of velvet. His face held amusement again. "You and I-" She hadnt even heard him nearing, until he swept a metal limb around her waist, pulling her close to him, so that she could not hide from his unbearable gaze, and heat grew in the young woman's cheeks.

"We have so much in common." He let go of her then, and sat down in the abandoned chair, legs crossed, as he offered her to sit, another echoing laugh coming from within his chest.

"Lets have a little chat."