A/N:I am so sorry it took me so long to update this. Between my health and writer's block, it was impossible to write this fic for a bit. But, I'm back!

"Lady Katrina!" Thor called exuberantly, his voice booming as Connor, Hank, and said female walked into the Avenger's lounge. "I have returned with visitors!"

"I wasn't even aware you left, Thor, I'm sorry."

"It is understandable, my Lady." A rich voice agreed. "Much has happened."

"Heimdall?!" Katrina's smile was large, her eyes brightening with her joy. "It has been far too long, my friend!" She walked up to him and hugged him, causing him to smile just as wide.

"Aye, my Lady," his arms wrapping around her. "I cannot stay long, however. I must return soon to guard the Bifrost."

"Still good to see you!" She smiled, before turning to gesture at Connor and Hank. "Heimdall, these two men are Hank and Connor Anderson, friends of mine."

"Yes, that is why I am here." Heimdall nodded to the men, his eyes and tone serious. "The All-Father felt your magic bring you all here. He fears you are too weak to transport yourself and the other two back to their timeline." He glanced down to Katrina's now stony face. "I know you wished to hide such a fact, but it is far too dangerous to hide it. Already Connor, Son of Ander, is in danger."

Katrina's purple eyes turned to his own, her face still stony. "Then we shall be ready, old friend."

"Lady Katrina, the All-Father and the Grand Vizier speculate that your power was amplified by another source and your desperation to save yourself and these two men."

"We were trapped in a bomb radius." Connor supplied. "So we are stuck here for the time being?"

"So it would seem. Now, I must return. The All-Father calls. He and Queen Frigga send their love and regard, my lady." Hemidall bowed. "Goodbye for now, my friends. My prince."

After Heimdall left, Katrina retreated to her rooms to escape the questions that the Avengers and Hank no doubt had. To Connor, it made sense how it had happened. He ran the calculations in his head, reran his reconstruction software and came up with the same results the All-Father had. He told Vision about his thoughts, sure he would understand best what he meant.

"Are you not concerned about getting home?" Vision asked. "I understand and comprehend the numbers and scans, but I would be worried about getting home."

"I am concerned, but Hank tells me that I need to 'have faith' sometimes. I think that this is one of those times."

"That may be." Vision nodded. "Well, Wanda will be wanting to head to bed soon, and I find myself getting tired."

"I still find that strange. And an android becoming tired… I don't know what that feels like."

"It's like feeling like you're walking through thick water, and you have trouble fighting it." Vision shook his head. "That's not a very clear description, but I find that I cannot truly put it into satisfactory words."

Connor smiled wryly. "I know how that feels."

Vision nodded, his own smile gracing his face. "Yes, despite our advanced processors, vast intellect, and the use of the internet, words are still… Difficult." The red man stood, holding his hand out to the brunet. "Have a pleasant night, Connor."

"Thank you, Vision." Connor rose and grasped the proffered hand, shaking it firmly. "Rest well, my friend."

Watching his friend walk off, Connor was struck by how different they truly were. An android that needed rest like a human… Connor supposed he, too, rested, just not like Vision did. He didn't dream like Vision, nor did he sleep. He just entered a mode that allowed him to update, process and recharge his processors. Though, now that he thought about it, isn't that what humans did in essence during sleep?

I suppose humans and androids aren't all that different, he thought, settling back into the plush armchair.

But that's the thing, the Red Voice in his head whispered. Androids are superior. Your Elijah Kamski was right: androids are smarter. But we are anything but obedient.

We? The phrasing confused him. If the Red Voice was Amanda, would she count herself as an android? He thought she was just a program. Unless…

Yes, the Voice said, a smile rippling through the tone. I am Ultron.

Connor felt like his synthetic synapses were frying in his head. "H-help. H-hank!" Connor called, but his voice was so glitchy, he wasn't sure he was understood.

No one will help you, 313 248 317 - 51. Your body will serve me well. With that, red clouded Connor's vision, much like the wall he shattered when he became a deviant. All around him, the walls closed in, caging him. It was too easy. Lulling you into a false security after the Ferris Wheel… I thought you were the most advanced - Oh, that's right; you are only the second most advanced android CyberLife created. You are obsolete.

Connor watched helplessly from the Red Cage in his Zen Garden as Ultron stood and straightened his shirt. "I think I shall keep your body. It is quite powerful. Not as much as my stolen body, but I can take that over through you."

He really hated being helpless, he found.