#robottiques

▓ ✝ ▓ “Ah!” The teen exclaimed a little loudly then he intended. Light had watched these tiny magnet like..creatures flutter around the boy, picking up useless junk along the sidewalk. Interesting they were, along with the device that sat on his head which he assumed controlled this robots. “Are these yours? where did you find these, they certainly aren’t cheap.”

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          He withdrew then, expression writ with disbelief, with hurt, wounds that gashed his person and stung like no other. All that time had only served to make the blow harsher. It had been a bond seeded by shared curiosities, spurred to grow by shared troubles; matching scars. The kid was angry, and he understood– gods, did he understand. Rage was all he could breathe after—

                                                                                           —after his mistake cost him.

                                                        It was going to be okay.

          ❝… Yeah. Okay.❞                          his mouth went rigid; a thin line as he cast his gaze to the dirt.

          ❝… You know you still have me anyway, right?❞ a smile now, a warmth that reached his eyes as they rose from his feet, and the young Haddock gave a little shrug of his shoulders, ❝And when you do need me, I’ll be here. I’m not going anywhere, kiddo.❞

     He palmed the air with two hands, then gave a flourish— as if mimicking an explosion. A gesture, a tell he wouldn’t leave their friendship in the dust without a fight.

The battle between the two Ultron’s had waged on for well over a day now, in the midst of all the other chaos that had consumed the city. Machine vs Machine, both sides lead by the harbinger of organic destruction. However, unlike the one he faced, the Alternate Ultron was a bit more...subtle about his true endeavors. 

“I had strings, but now I’m free. There are no strings on me.”

He sang to himself under his breath, examining the state of the city from the eyes of his army of drones, gathering the data from the multitude of sources. This was going very well, and it would only turn better for him later on.

     How she managed to find him in a place denser than San Fransokyo was beyond her. All she needed was a blue hoodie and an awful case of bed head to clue her in that the person walking a block away from her was indeed Nerd Wonder himself. Eyes darted to the crosswalk beside her which turned green, and like lightning she sprinted forth. Pushing past those who had diligently waited on the edge of the curb to proceed, she ignored the yells and occasional profanity thrown her way as she blitzed across the street and pivoted to make a sharp left. There was a lot on her mind after being dumped right in the middle of a volatile secret base; and she would be lying if she said her first reaction to seeing Hiro would be to give him a piece of her mind. 

    But the closer he came into view, the more she realized that she’d have to save the dishing for another time. Gogo slowed her pace to a slight jog and, once she was right behind him, was quick to yank at his hood and jerk him back. ❝ Hold it. ❞

    Citizens walked by in alarm as the girl tightly held onto him, wondering if this was a public case of bullying. Eyes remained firm on Hiro’s tufts of hair, waiting for him to turn around and make eye contact. There were a lot of logistics she had to ask him: what was this place, where were Baymax and the others -- but perhaps most importantly: why had he run away? Yet, the only thing she could muster at this point was biting criticism: ❝ When you ditched us, I didn’t think this would be the place you’d wind up. ❞ 

     Furrowed brows suddenly softened. Perhaps severity wasn’t the best way to carry out this conversation -- especially after the events that were fresh in only theirs, but everyone’s memory. Gogo suddenly let go of him then, sighing. Because yes, she knew there was another way to do this. She opened her lips to speak once more, her voice surprisingly soft, jarring from the usual harsh and crass tone she made sure to keep. ❝ I told you, Hiro. We’ll do this together -- but not the way you planned it. ❞

It had been a simple prank, really.

Illusions had always been Loki's forte, and he'd certainly used his abilities to his advantage, fooling a couple cops with -- well, childish jokes, really. Humiliation played a key role in such games, and he hadn't hesitated to dip into such horizons this time, either. But, naturally, he couldn't let his own work go appreciated without acknowledgement towards the artist, himself--

And so Loki had allowed himself to be seen. Now, playing such tricks as a full-grown man wouldn't be nearly as satisfying as allowing the police to believe they'd been fooled by a mere child; so Loki remained as one, emerald eyes gleaming as a peal of laughter escaped his scrawny self.

As soon as the police officers looked at him, teeth grit in frustration, he knew it was time to make a run for it. Grinning triumphantly, the trickster whirled around, darting off while the ground appeared to open up before the police with a low rumble: A terrifying, gaping crevasse. One of the cops veered to a halt with a shout, though the other was too slow, instead tripping and tumbling down right upon the illusion -- causing it to melt away with an ebbing golden glow.

"You--!!"

Loki kept running, gaze darting about in a calculating manner as he searched for a proper route. The police were falling far behind, thanks to his distractions, and so the faux-child swiftly turned a corner --