I've never written like this before but I love Ultron so here we are lmao.

Edit: rewrote the chapter.

Simone doubted the day could get any worse. She woke up, stepped on her retainer, spilled cereal on her only rug, couldn't find a scarf, and made the horrible decision to walk into town for groceries. Normally she didn't mind it, a forty minute walk would normally be relaxing in the right weather. To bad it was pelting moth sized snowflakes in an inescapable flurry of white. Now she was stuck clutching the bags that broke a mile back.

The woman just wanted to go home and peel the frozen clothes off her body like a banana.

Simone cursed, she forgot bananas… again.

Just her luck, she groaned, silently praying she'd be hospitalized for malnutrition and could be taken away from the icy hell she inhabited. The thought of the housing bill suddenly made the notion much less appealing than the blistering snow.

Cursing every molecule of her body for believing the storm would've let up for the three hours she needed, the woman bit her splitting lip and trudged forward. The weather app was definitely getting deleted off her phone.

Normally, she didn't mind not having a car. Only owning a rusty bike she haggled out of a flea market that was great for spring and summer. It was even decked out with a flashlight and basket she tapped to the handlebars.

Right now, however, she wanted to pummel herself into the dirt,or snow, either worked. Three years in the middle of Snow-where, Maine and still thought weather didn't apply to her. Snow-where... She'd have to remember that one.

'If I get home alive', she thought bitterly, shivering and curling tighter around the perishables.

A mile the down the barely plowed street and her tiny building could be made out against the trees. Relief flooded though her at the promise of warmth and as soon as she reached the frozen driveway she speed-shuffled her across the concrete.

She nearly tripped on the last step of the patio and clung desperately to her groceries when they tried to spray across her welcome mat. Simone fiddled with the keys, her mitten hands not able to grab the metal bit securely. The woman sighed and pulled it off her hand before ramming the tiny rod in the key hole. She braced against the doorknob and threw her body weight against it, throwing in a spray of snow along with her.

Staring at the mess of melting liquid, she debated cleaning up in case it damaged the wood floors. Not able to motivate herself further, she kicked the door closed and used her feet to pry off her boots. Dumping the groceries on on the marble counters she let out a happy sigh when she took of the sopping coat and threw it on the couch. She'd take a bath after the food was put away, maybe even use a bath bomb and burn incense if the mood struck.

Putting away her perishables in the open fridge the woman idly humming. She had needed to stop waiting till the last minute before going to the store, it was just hard getting the drive to walk all the way into town unless she was starving. It would make unpacking so much easier, though.

She jerked still when a loud bang came from the other side of the house. Straining her ears she tried to catch another disturbance, hoping her hearing aids just flared up. Another crash, "Oh, God."

Definitely not the hearing aids.

Simone set the broccoli down and decided to go into action, not wait until her maybe-guest found her. Should she call the cops first? No, it'd take too long for them to get there. She'd be dead and they'd be useless. She had do something, act and then call the authorities. Offensive over defensive, right? That was supposed to be the best stance.

Sliding across the floor and back to the front of house, she reached into the umbrella bin and grabbed her bat. It was aluminum, light, and the paint was chipped from the only season of softball she ever played. It was perfect.

She grimaced and steeled her nerves before edging towards the office. The door was wide open, she never left it that way, someone was definitely inside. Apprehension built in Simone's gut, she wasn't a kickboxing champion, she'd only participated in three fights back in high school. One was from trying out for the wrestling team, she didn't make the cut, but she did break her nose.

"I know you're out there."

The bat almost dropped from her hands. 'fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me', Simone's brain screamed, scrambling back until her back was pressed against the wall. Fear churned in her stomach, heart pounding against her chest. She felt light headed, her breathing was coming in shallow, short breathes that got quicker with every heavy step the intruder took.

'Just hit 'em when his head sticks out,' the woman encouraged herself, 'Crack it down… just like a piñata.' A bloody, human piñata.

And then she saw it.

Sparking with fritzing wires and mangled iron limbs peppered in scorch marks and bullet holes, was a robot. One of the goddamn robots that tried to destroy, well...everything, two weeks ago. It clutched its nub of a wrist towards the blasted chassis, and hunched, leaning heavily to the right while dragging a dunce leg behind it. She jerked the bat up defensively when it raised its good hand towards her, "Put it down and le-"

"SHIT!"

THWACK.

Kind of a teaser? prologue? intro? the other chapters will b longer tho.

Thank u for reading! I kind of know where the story is going but if there's anything someone wants 2 see just suggest it! I need all the practice i can get.

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