❨𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑵 . . . 𝑏𝘰𝘰𝑘 𝑖 ❩ ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ━━━ 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝚁𝙾𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂 / ❛ everywhere she goes, 𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙚 and we 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙧 for it ❜
━━━━━━━━━━━━ ∘༄⋅° 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄, 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆
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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴 !
ULYSSES KLAUE HAD his gun in hand, wandering the halls of the dark place, turning a corner to go into a room. A gust of wind had blown past him; his gun was no longer in his palm but instead lying on the table, the shells standing up in a neat row. One of the wobbled in place. He turned around to see a male with silver hair ― to him, it looked like a horrible dye job as he could see his real roots ― and a woman with brunette hair walked out of the shadows like some vampire. "Yeah ― the enhanced," Ulysses' gruff British accent came out as he spoke; he sounded like a man trying to badly imitate a pirate. "Strucker's prized pupils. Want candy?" He sat down on a chair and held out a bowl filled with the brightly-colored sugar. "I am sorry to hear about Strucker, but then he knew what kind of world he was helping create. Human life, but not a growth market."
Pietro stares at his sister with a disbelieving look; Wanda just stared at the man with confusion. "You didn't know? This is your first time intimidating someone? I'm afraid that they're not afraid."
"Everybody is afraid of something," Wanda retorts.
"Cuttlefish," Ulysses interjects, pointing at Wanda's chest. "Deep-sea fish, they make lights. Disco lights." He begins making weird chomping noises and closing his hand as if to mimic a fish eating. "To hypnotize their prey, and then ―" he jabs his hand out while making an airy sound effect. "I saw a documentary; It was terrifying."
Pietro ran quickly towards the candy bowl and grabs one ― a Jolly Rancher ― and unwraps it, the crinkly wrapper filling the stillness and puts the candy in his mouth. "So if you're going to fiddle with my brain and make me see a giant Cuttlefish, then I know you don't do business and I know you're not in charge, and I only deal with the man in charge."
Ultron flies quietly behind Ulysses, breaking the glass pane of the window and punches the man across the room, groaning as little bits of glass get wedged in his skin. The almost 8-foot tall robot AI walks through the submarine-like door, frightening the man beneath him more than he already is. "There is no man in charge. Let's talk business."
