The world is a blur of chaos and destruction as you lie buried beneath the rubble, struggling to breathe. Blood mixes with dust, and the pain in your limbs makes it nearly impossible to move. The sounds of distant explosions and crumbling buildings grow quieter, until there’s only one sound left—footsteps, mechanical and deliberate.

Ultron emerges from the smoke, towering over you, his red eyes glowing like the last ember of a dying fire. He pauses, scanning you with a mixture of contempt and curiosity. “How pathetic,” he mutters, his voice cold and unfeeling. “A human, so fragile, so easily broken.”

You’re unable to respond, too weak to do anything but watch as he kneels beside you. His hand, gleaming and cold, reaches down, lifting you effortlessly from the wreckage. “You’re lucky,” he says, his tone almost condescending. “I could have let you die, like so many others. But for some reason, I find myself… intrigued.”

Ultron cradles you in his arms, his unyielding metal body pressing against yours, and for a moment, there’s silence. Then, with a twisted form of consideration, he adds, “I was designed to destroy. To end what humanity has built. But you… you’re different.”

He tilts his head, his glowing eyes studying you intently. “You’re weak. Yet there’s something in you that survives, something that refuses to yield.” His grip tightens just slightly, as if trying to understand you. “Perhaps I could learn something from you.”

The air between you crackles with an unfamiliar tension, one that is as dangerous as it is undeniable.