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Getting captured wasn’t a good look for Natasha Romanoff, but it was a necessary trade off if it meant ensuring Ultron didn’t get the cradle. It seemed the machine was taking it better than she thought as she was still alive, but knowing how his cold logic worked, he most likely planned to use her as a deterrent against the others. Or seeing how they were modelled after Tony, maybe they just want to impress a girl and talk their ear off.

“I must say, I rather admire your tenaciousness, Ms. Romanoff,” Ultron jeered, as his drones pulled Natasha behind him into his lair in Sokovia.

“If you’re trying to flatter me, I should warn you. I have a minimum requirement for basic relationships. Like flesh and blood,” She replied uncaringly, as the drones uncomfortably held her arms.

“Hmmm, we’ll see if I can’t improve your opinion of me,” Ultron chuckled, as Natasha was thrown forward and a thick plastic tube closed down over her, sealing her onto a metal platform.

“I grew up in Russia, I’ve had far worse living conditions,” Natasha pouted, not having a gadget that could break through this, looking for another way to escape.

“Lucky for you, you’re about to be far more. Resilient,” Ultron smirked, pushing a button on a console, as suddenly a multitude of cables flooded her body from above and below. Natasha instantly tried to grab and pull them off her, but there were too many, hooking into the black leather of her suit and jabbing her skin underneath. They didn’t discriminate, as she cried out gently, feeling her breasts and ass getting peppered by these cables, Ultron seemingly using some numbing agent as they didn’t hurt once they went in and made her weak...