(Attendance please…)
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The few seconds stretched into a minute in the dusty barn. Gojo remained utterly still, that unnerving, pleasant smile fixed on his face, even as Nick Fury's gun remained unwavering, aimed directly at his head.
Finally, Gojo, his smile still in place, broke the silence. "Man," he said, his voice light and casual, "you can point that thing at me all you want. But you do know what would happen if you actually fired it, right?"
Fury's one good eye narrowed. "What will you do?" he challenged, his voice a low growl.
Gojo's smile vanished, replaced by an expression so cold, so devoid of emotion, it sent a shiver down even Tony's spine.
"First," Gojo said, his voice dropping to a soft, chilling whisper, "I will plunge my hand straight into your heart. And then, I will watch, very closely, as you watch your own life fading away, like the sun setting in the evening. After that, I will find out everything about your relations, everyone you care about. It doesn't matter if they're here, or in some remote countryside, or in another country entirely. I will find them. And then, I will take your body, your lifeless body, and I will show it to them. And then, the same hand that went into your heart? I'll plunge it into their hearts. And I'll watch, with a smile, as their life's light goes out, just like the electricity being cut in a house."
He paused, his gaze unwavering, locking onto Fury's. Tony felt a knot tighten in his stomach; he didn't know what emotion he was feeling fear, disbelief, a horrified fascination but it was powerful. "Do you want me to continue?" Gojo asked, his voice still a soft, deadly monotone.
Fury's grip on the gun remained strong for another beat, his face a mask of stone. Then, slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, his hand began to lower. He didn't holster the weapon, but he dropped his aim, though his posture remained one of extreme caution.
The moment Fury's gun was no longer pointed at him, Gojo's charming, easygoing smile returned as if it had never left.
"See?" he said brightly. "That wasn't so hard, was it? It's extremely rude to point a gun at someone you've just met. Bad manners." He then chuckled.
"And, of course, what I just said… was… not true. Obviously! I'm not some kind of psychopath, man. Why can't any of you understand a simple joke? You're all so serious."
He put a hand to his head, feigning a thoughtful expression. "Is it just me being me that's so unpleasant?" he mused aloud, as if talking to himself.
"Or is it just my natural charm? Is it so overwhelmingly high that it makes the other party somewhat jealous, and they just instantly want to kill me on sight? It's a tough life, being this amazing."
Fury, clearly not amused by Gojo's "joke," finally spoke, his voice still gravelly. "You don't know about this? That you're on a government list to be captured, no matter the cost?"
"Ahh, I know about that," Gojo replied casually. "That's why I'm here, actually. I mean, I told them to just drop me off somewhere, let me handle my own business, but they didn't listen… so I just tagged along. Figured I could help them out a bit, you know, with their little robot problem."
He continued, a hint of genuine puzzlement in his voice, "I honestly don't know why they think they can capture me in the first place. You can ask a kid on the street, and even they would probably say it's impossible, especially since your government couldn't even manage to catch the Hulk, and he's, you know, big and green and not exactly subtle. And not to brag, because I'm definitely not going to brag, as I just said, but you did see that video of me and the Hulk, right? The one where I was… redecorating his face? So, how exactly is the government planning to catch me?"
Fury's gaze was unyielding. "You sure have a lot of confidence for someone who claims to have no memories and just woke up from an ice nap less than a day ago."
"When you're me," Gojo said, shrugging, "you'll get it. It's not confidence that I have… it's a fact. And that fact is that you, and your government, can't do a single thing to me. Think about it. The government, they usually go after family, right? Try to use them as leverage to make someone surrender. Well, guess what?" Gojo spread his hands wide.
"I don't have a family. Not that I remember, anyway. Friends? Don't have those either, not really. So, it's just me against the entire U.S. government. And who do you really think would survive that encounter?"
He leaned forward slightly, his smile gone again, replaced by a look of absolute, chilling certainty. "I don't have anything to lose, Fury. But your government? They have a whole country to lose. Millions of people. So… I think you're smart enough to know what I'm trying to say, what I'm stating here, right?"
Tony quickly stepped in, trying to de-escalate the rapidly intensifying situation. "Okay, okay, let's not get too worked up here," he said, forcing a nervous laugh. "And just as I mentioned earlier, Fury… Satoru's just a little… unhinged. Nothing to worry about. Mostly."
Fury, however, was not easily placated. "I don't think you know what 'a little' means, Stark." His gaze then shifted to the other side of the barn, where the unconscious forms of Wanda and Pietro lay. "And you want to tell me what they are still doing here with you?"
"Didn't exactly get a chance to drop them off at a super-secure, non-existent holding facility," Tony retorted. "Though, they're unconscious and will be for a good while, at least until we figure out our next move here."
Gojo chimed in cheerfully, "Yeah, I broke both of her brother's legs so he can't walk… or run. Just to be safe, you know?" He beamed, as if this were a perfectly reasonable and helpful course of action. Fury just stared at him.
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Four hours later, inside the cozy farmhouse, a somewhat domestic scene was unfolding, juxtaposed with the underlying tension of their situation.
Gojo was sprawled languidly in a comfortable armchair, his posture a study in relaxed nonchalance.
Beside his chair, in a smaller, child-sized armchair someone had dragged over, sat Lila Barton.
She was mimicking Gojo's exact slouch, her small body slumped in the chair in a perfect, miniature imitation of his pose.
It was unclear if she was consciously imitating him or if she'd simply caught a contagious case of "Gojo-itis."
Across the room, Nick Fury, Tony, Steve, Natasha, and Clint were huddled around the kitchen table, their voices low as they discussed strategies to deal with Ultron.
They occasionally glanced over at Gojo, their expressions a mixture of wariness and grudging acceptance.
Their intense discussion, which lasted about ten to fifteen minutes, revolved around Ultron's plans for the massive amount of Vibranium he was trying to acquire.
They reasoned that with such a quantity, he wasn't just building a single, small object; he was likely constructing something significant, something potentially world-altering.
They also touched on Ultron's continued attempts to access nuclear launch codes, a chilling prospect that Tony was particularly keen to prevent, though a small, unacknowledged part of him also held onto a sliver of hope that he might somehow reconnect with Jarvis amidst the digital chaos Ultron was creating.
Gojo and Lila, engrossed in their own silent, slouching competition, were too far away to overhear the specifics of the serious discussion.
Eventually, Clint broke away from the group and approached them, or more accurately, approached Lila. "Hmm," he said, a fond smile on his face, "I think someone might have missed their bedtime today."
Lila, with a mischievous glint in her eye that mirrored Gojo's, pointed a small finger at him. "Satoru made me do it!" she declared jokingly. "I was totally going to bed, but then he said he would show me something super cool!"
Gojo looked at the little girl so easily blaming him for her missed bedtime and chuckled. "Well, I think it definitely is your bedtime now, little agent," he said. "We can play more later. Super cool things take energy, you know."
Clint was about to pick Lila up when she suddenly clutched onto Gojo's arm with surprising strength. "Daddy," she said, her lower lip trembling slightly in a classic display of childhood emotional blackmail, "can Satoru put me to sleep today? Pretty, pretty please?" Clint looked genuinely surprised; the Gojo infection was indeed spreading at an alarming rate.
He looked from his daughter's pleading face to Gojo's amused one. "Can you?" Clint asked, a hint of desperation in his voice.
Gojo lifted his hands in a mock surrender. "Well, I'm in a bit of a bind here, caught between a rock and a hard place, or rather, a tired father and a very persuasive small child. But okay, fine. You owe me one after this, Barton."
"Sure, sure, anything," Clint agreed readily.
"Yay!" Lila cheered. "Satoru, now fly me to my bedroom!" she demanded, her previous sleepiness forgotten.
Gojo sighed dramatically. "You know, this flying business is surprisingly tiring for me," he said, though his smile indicated otherwise.
"But, oh well, for my number one fan." He gently used Blue to levitate Lila, and together they floated out of the living room and towards her bedroom.
Gojo carefully deposited Lila into her bed, her older brother already tucked in and wide awake in his own bed across the room. Gojo put the blanket over Lila and patted her on the head, perhaps a little too roughly, a wide grin on his face.
"You know," he said, "when you get big, I am totally going to tease you about this. 'Remember that time you made the me fly you to bed?'"
Lila giggled. "When I get big, can I be on your team?" she asked, her eyes shining.
Gojo looked at her thoughtfully. "Yeah, why not?" he said. "You can be my sidekick."
Lila immediately shook her head, her expression serious. "Ah-ah! No! I will be the lead. You can be my sidekick."
Gojo made an 'X' with his hands. "Nah, definitely my sidekick. No further questions. Now, sleep."
A playful argument about who would be the lead and who would be the sidekick ensued for another five minutes, a debate which Gojo, much to his mock chagrin, ultimately lost. Lila, it turned out, was remarkably stubborn.
Laura then came into the room, a warm smile on her face, saying that the others were calling for him downstairs and that she would take care of getting Lila sleep.
Gojo said his "Bii bii!" to Lila, gave a nod to her brother, and a polite farewell to Laura. He then headed back downstairs where the rest of the team was gathered. They were clearly preparing to leave, gear being checked, final plans being discussed.
He was quickly brought up to speed. They had a new lead on Ultron's location. Tony and Bruce would be heading off separately for a short while to another location for a different angle related to stopping Ultron, but they would rejoin the main team later. Gojo, meanwhile, would be going with Steve, Natasha, and Clint to confront Ultron at this new location.
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A/N: So, How was it? Next will be retrieving the cradle safely so jarvis can be put into that. If wanted him to go with tony but i made him decided to go with steve as there are many butterfly effects here and there, so something could have happened while retrieving the cradle. I skipped the talk as it would have been same and wrote lila scene with gojoa wholesome one.
Q: And what do u think about gojo unhinged version. Was it too much?
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