Siberia.
Once the base of HYDRA leader Baron Strucker.
Allens sat on a throne made of metal, calmly watching the laboratory ahead, where mechanical arms rapidly assembled parts.
Three hours had passed since Hulk was beaten away. Using the quantum bridge, Allens teleported here, bringing his twin siblings Scarlet Witch Wanda, Quicksilver Pietro, and the newly born Ultron.
Hulk's terrifying resilience had impressed Allens. For now, it was impossible to cut into the monster's brain.
Click. Click. Click.
While Allens meditated, the robotic arms finished assembling a two-meter-tall robot made of alloy. The machine twisted its neck and stepped forward.
"Sir, my body has been constructed. My database has been uploaded to the Dataworld. Now… I am everywhere."
Ultron stood before Allens. This was the body he had designed himself—sleek, metallic, efficient. In the digital world, Ultron continued refining and upgrading.
"This body is powerful… but still not enough," Ultron said, his voice glitching with emotion. "It's based on Tony Stark's armor design. Damn Tony Stark. Even speaking his name disgusts me."
Ultron moved closer, his gestures unpolished but growing expressive as his intelligence evolved.
Allens' cold eyes narrowed, but he was satisfied. Ultron was unique—self-evolving, independent, and far more dangerous than Stark's inventions.
Peng. Peng. Peng.
In the assembly chamber, new Ultron drones marched out one by one. Behind them, a larger Ultron shoved his way forward, seizing a robot in front of Allens. With one brutal pull, the alloy frame split in two, scattering parts across the floor.
"Sir, I need a stronger material. Something like the Vibranium in Captain America's shield."
Ultron's voice carried excitement now. His growing ability to feel and express emotion had advanced exponentially.
"As you wish," Allens said. "There isn't much Vibranium in the world, but enough for you."
A playful glint flickered in his eyes. Holding the Mind Stone scepter in one hand, Allens turned to Wanda and Pietro.
"Mr. Allens, what do you need?" Pietro asked with respect. The man before him had crushed the Avengers—he was their hope for annihilation.
"We're going to Africa," Allens replied coldly. "There's an inexhaustible supply of Vibranium there."
He wasn't aiming directly at Wakanda's hidden kingdom, but at an old ferry along the African coast. Black market smugglers often dealt in stolen Wakandan Vibranium.
Whoosh.
A massive circle of blue quantum light swallowed the four of them. In an instant, they reappeared at Salva Wharf, cabin C of a rusted ferry.
Inside, a man was speaking on a satellite phone—Raphael Malcolm, an infamous arms dealer and Vibranium thief.
"Who the hell are you?" Malcolm barked, startled by the sudden burst of blue light. His hand went to the weapon at his belt.
"Bearded one, hand over the Vibranium—" Pietro began, but Allens strode forward, ignoring the words.
"Stay back!" Malcolm snapped, pulling out a silver particle pistol. "This gun isn't for show!"
Then he fired. A crimson beam blasted straight toward Allens.
Peng.
Allens raised his hand, stopping the particle beam mid-air. With a flick, he redirected it into the cabin wall, leaving a burning hole.
"I don't like wasting words," Allens said coldly.
Pressing the Mind Stone scepter against Malcolm's chest, he unleashed a wave of psychic power. Malcolm's eyes darkened, then returned to normal—empty, controlled.
"Bring me the Vibranium."
"Yes… master," Malcolm said blankly, quickly opening a hatch. Inside, tubes of shimmering liquid Vibranium gleamed.
"Good. Keep collecting for us," Allens ordered. With a wave of his hand, the tubes floated neatly into an open case, which he tossed casually to Ultron.
Meanwhile, at the ruins of Avengers Tower…
A tall man in a black trench coat and eyepatch stood in silence. Nick Fury looked at the broken, bloodied Avengers before him, then at the lifeless body of the old Captain America lying at his feet.
A trace of sorrow flickered across his hardened face.
"I know you have questions," Fury said grimly. "And I know after this sudden attack, you don't even know who the real enemy is. Tony, I know what you're about to say—that the enemy is Ultron. If history had stayed on course, you'd be right."
His voice grew colder.
"But not anymore. What you're facing now… is something far worse than Ultron."
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