Your Future, My Past

There was only one thing that he could do to stop the timeline from repeating itself.  He didn't like it, but it was the only option left to them.  "Thor,"  He turned to the thunder god.  "Keep the drones off me, I'm gonna end this."  He dropped his pistols and started walking towards the monster but turned back for a second.  "Hey, if you make it through this do me a favor.  Find Scott Summers, my father, and tell him I said he's an asshole...... But I loved him anyways."  He didn't wait for a response and charged at the robot.

"Ultron, you son of a bitch!  Turn and face me!"  He leaped at the android but it caught him by the neck.  Cable stared into its face but didn't flinch as its metallic grip tried to squeeze the metal that now encased his throat.

"Ah, the temporal anomaly.  I was hoping to find you again.  The SHIELD logs say you claim to come from a future where I ruled absolute over an almost extinct human race.  How fitting you would come back to see where it all began."  Ultron threw Nathan backwards and he was caught by the arms by two drones.  "But first, I want you to see me crush everything you've come back to fight for." Ultron turned back towards the other three, but Nathan had other plans.

"NO!  I've already watched you kill my family, the people I considered my friends, and I watched you atomize the one person I was closest to while trying to get back here..."  He closed his eyes and felt his power start to weave through the atoms in the air and into the android.  "They'll never know how much they meant to me, but I'll be damned if I let them all die again."  He could feel the virus stirring as he focused his power elsewhere.

"And just what do you think you can do to stop me, mutant?"

Nathan could feel every molecule, every atom of Ultron and made sure his telekinesis reached around every single one.  "I can kill you."  His eyes opened glowing with a bright yellow shine and he ripped away from the drones as his power fully unleashed upon the android.  One moment Ultron stood there and the next his atoms were scattered to the winds.  Nathan sent them to flying in every direction so that they would disperse up into the atmosphere and out into the galaxy.  

All around him the bots dropped like flies, and so did the time traveler.  It had taken everything he had to eliminate Ultron like that, but that also meant that he had left nothing to fight the virus.  Nathan doubled over clutching at his chest, feeling the virus take over his entire body.  If anyone came to him, he didn't know.  His eyes, ears, and mouth were taken over before he died.  He passed away in complete agony, but with no way to show or express it.  

When directed, Hank climbed on Tony’s shoulder and held on as best as he could- the slick metal didn’t exactly give him much to hold to.  He was able to get just enough propulsion as the two vessels slammed into one another, and he scrambled up onto the shoulder of who he hoped was Ultron when the dust had settled.  Oh, thank god.  He could see an exposed joint within the neck and clambered into the crevice.  

Once inside, Hank recognized all the wiring.  However, some of it had changed place as the robot upgraded itself- or possibly as a result of SHIELD tampering?  He had no clue what was happening outside, but the inside of Ultron’s head, though crowded with wire and coil and circuitry, rattled furiously.  When Ultron spoke, the voice loomed all around the doctor.  He knew this was a shot in the dark, but he had to do something.  

He followed the blueprints he had remembered from the first iteration of the robot, and pulled a wire.  Then he pulled another, and switched the two.  Ultron wasn’t happy.  The core of the headpiece was heating dangerously.  Hank began to sweat, but he had to push on.  With a tiny pocket knife, he scratched at the processing board just enough.  And then finally, he removed one microchip and replaced it with another- a sample pattern of his own brainwaves, hopefully enough to slow and distract Ultron.  If it couldn’t think clearly, the robot would be a bigger target.  

Ultron struggled with his movements; the HUD indicated a quickly  overheating core was the cause. He took the chance to fire at him a couple times, careful not to disturb Hank’s work. There were few chances that they would get like this. After another shot at Ultron, he spied an articulated thumb go up into the air. Tony took it as the cue that his smaller scientist counterpart had finished the sabotage. He glanced back over his shoulder, view blocked by the massing bots; searching for Thor and Cable.

"Thor, get some lightning ready.  On three fire it with me."

Deciding the pavement wasn’t the safest place, he emerged just in time to see a lightning strike from Thor’s hammer charge straight at Ultron.  Blown back by the blast, the diminutive doctor decided it would be best to let these men- who were so much more prepared to fight- handle the rough work.  Resuming his size, he hurried to join the group once more, taking this momentary pause to voice his plan.  ”I, ah, actually have an idea if we’re taking open suggestions,” he informed them as he ran up behind Thor.  ”It might not work, but it’s the best I’ve got.  I might not have much of a fighting chance here, but I do have the advantage of being the only person who knows exactly what’s going on inside Ultron’s mind.  Literally.”  

He pointed upwards as the dust began to settle.  ”I need one of you,” he explained, “to get me close enough to land somewhere on the upper portion of Ultron’s body.  Shoulders, at best.  I’m going to go inside the headpiece and try to rewire some things.  It shouldn’t stop him entirely but it might be enough to slow him down big time.  Then he’ll be wide open.”  Hank knew if Ultron went down while he was inside, it would pretty much be instant death.  But better to die doing good than live doing nothing.  

People kept appearing left and right, as Cable now joined the fight. That was fine as long as they were allied with them for this. Tony knew he’d probably have to save Hank from getting pummeled by the ones wishing to keep him alive and seek their own vengeance. After all he was a fellow scientist and Avenger, despite it’s temperamental production the endeavor of Ultron was something Tony respected. But fighting a god and a time traveler wasn’t something he was looking forward to, if he could even look forward to it. Ultron had consistently possessed the upper-hand during the fight and the engineer knew that wasn’t about to change without a little interference.

Hank was on the same wavelength, proposing a plan before the small team could even regroup. “Aѕ мυcн aѕ ι нaтe тo pυт тrυѕт ιn yoυr тнeorιeѕ, yoυ’re rιgнт, нe’ѕ jaммιng any ιnғorмaтιon ι тry тo geт on нιм and we need deal ѕoмe daмage ” Tony affirmed with a nod, the thrusters whirred to life, Ant-man was already shrinking down. Leaping after him, propelled forward by the rocket boots he stuck a hand out and claimed the ant sized hero.

"Thor!" He called back over his shoulder.  "Help Stark, I got this!"  He dumped the last of the charge to his energy rifles into the two rear drones and hurled the rifles at the remaining two to get their attention away from the bus.  They turned and charged at him but Nathan was ready.  He drew out his Apocalypse tech guns and ripped into them.  The pistols weren't as effective as he'd hoped, certainly wouldn't do any good against Ultron itself, but they still got the job done..... However it didn't prevent him taking a few blasts to the chest.  His vest had caught on fire causing him to scramble to rip it off, exposing his infection.

He laughed to himself.  Some peace Ultron was keeping.  The man’s eyes widened as a robot knocked aside by a swing of Thor’s hammer stumbled over.  The flower box shook and the robot’s sensors fired in all directions.  With fear he realized his hiding spot was compromised.  His foe raised a hand at the flower box and just as the repulsors were firing up, Hank leapt onto the robots arm and climbed for the head.  It readjusted its aim and misfired right through its own cranial circuitry.  

As the limp metal body collapsed to the ground, Hank resumed his normal size, exposing himself in the midst of the fray.  ”Ultron, stop this!  Please,” he cried out, approaching the main hub of action.  ”Take me and be done with all this.  The only one who has made an error here was me, thinking this would work.”  

He knew it wouldn’t work, but it was the only thing he could do- plead.  Ultron turned to face him, and the lifeless glowing eyes almost seemed to smirk at him.  ”Sentiment will not save you.  It is human and it is a sickness that needs to be eliminated.  For your weakness I should kill you first, but you must live to see the world you have created.  Free from human error."  Hank prepared to duck, knowing this might be the end for him.  

Iron Man sent propelled an elbow to the face of one bots,sending it sprawling to the concrete. As he was finishing it of he noticed another voice interject Ultron’s boring dribble. The problem was, he was just as disgusted by this new voice.

"Scott, I need to get back there."  He turned to look at his father across the table.

"Come on Nathan," Scott called back. "Grab your guns and get to the pad.  I'll put the coordinates in for the slide."

The armory was loaded with various guns from a few different timelines.  He had none of the anti-Ultron weapons from his last timeline but he recognized a few from his home Apocalypse timeline and strapped them to his holsters.  Next, he threw a Shi'ar energy cannon on his back and picked up the two rifles he'd brought with him; holding one in each hand.

Stepping on the portal he looked at Cyclops with a grim expression.  "You know I fucking hate bodyslides, right?"

"I'll see you on the other side son.  Good luck."  Scott threw the switch and the image of his father quickly switched to a metallic robot two feet in front of him.  Without hesitation, he shot the bot's head off and turned to look at the center of the action.  He was happy to see Stark and Thor but Pym was the last person he wanted by his side in this fight.

Be careful what you wish for.

You see that robot arm he had? Imagine what I could do with one of those babies.