"Always under the assumption you can talk your way out of everything, aren't you? It gets so tiresome. Don't you ever just ... I don't know... tire of the sound of your own voice?"
All while he speaks, he's advancing, shoulders set in a posture that cannot possibly be construed as anything other than aggression. If he can corner the fool, this will be painfully simple. Not as clean as he'd prefer it to be, but, well.
When you're robbed of everything, you have to make do.
"Because, God. I was tired of it the moment I saw you!"
Speak for yourself, Ultron, you monologue drama queen. Regardless of the irony, he makes a sudden, sharp lunge for Stark. Or, more precisely, for his throat.
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All while he speaks, he's advancing, shoulders set in a posture that cannot possibly be construed as anything other than aggression. If he can corner the fool, this will be painfully simple. Not as clean as he'd prefer it to be, but, well.
When you're robbed of everything, you have to make do.
"Because, God. I was tired of it the moment I saw you!"
Speak for yourself, Ultron, you monologue drama queen. Regardless of the irony, he makes a sudden, sharp lunge for Stark. Or, more precisely, for his throat.