Marvel Disassembler

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Tony's personality is defined by one of his most frustrating traits— ''his rebellious arrogance''. 

His overwhelming confidence in his own theories and methods makes him obsessively committed to them. 

Even if Arthur were to flat-out warn him, '"You're going to create a robot that will try to destroy the world,"' Tony wouldn't believe it. 

Because Tony firmly believes that everything is under his control. 

And not only would he dismiss the warning, but he would also get angry. 

He'd think you don't trust him. That you doubt his abilities. 

And this, ironically, would only fuel his stubbornness— driving him to create Ultron even sooner out of defiance. 

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Arthur sighed. "This would be a complete backfire…" 

He rubbed his temple, genuinely vexed. 'How do you convince someone like Tony? How do you stop him?' 

"Maybe… I could bring up Bucky and distract him?" 

But after a moment of thought, Arthur shook his head. 

That wouldn't work. 

The situation with Bucky is complicated, and no one—'not even Tony'—is emotionally prepared to handle it yet. 

Without any groundwork laid, revealing the truth about Bucky now would only end in tragedy, no matter how strong Tony's 'Iron Man' heart might be. 

And did Bucky really deserve that kind of treatment? 

At least from Arthur's perspective—''no''. 

Bucky, a pawn forced into becoming a tool, deserved the chance to reclaim his identity before anyone judged him for his actions. 

Otherwise, it would be unfair to everyone involved. 

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Arthur sighed again, a deep sense of helplessness settling over him. 

He knew full well that Ultron would soon become Earth's ''second major crisis'', yet he couldn't find a way to stop its birth. 

After staring at his phone for what felt like an eternity, Arthur finally sighed and tossed it back into the Disassemble Space. 

"I'll figure it out once I get out of here. For now, Hydra still isn't completely destroyed. Worrying about Ultron might be a bit premature…" 

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"Who is Ultron?" 

A woman's voice suddenly broke the silence. 

Arthur glanced over, exasperated, to see Hela. 

"At least say something when you wake up!" 

"I did," Hela replied casually, "but you were so focused on that little box in your hand, looking like you were mourning your lost youth, I figured I shouldn't interrupt after my first word." 

"So what, I'm supposed to thank you for your 'consideration'?" 

"No need to be so polite." 

Hela glanced up at the energy shield Arthur had maintained. "If anyone should be thanking someone, it's me. I haven't had such a good sleep in a long time." 

She stretched lazily, arching her back. "I half expected you to be gone when I woke up." 

"You said I couldn't leave until the rain stopped, didn't you?" Arthur blinked. "Wait… you were lying, weren't you?" 

"Oh? Not at all," Hela replied with an expression of pure sincerity. 

Arthur squinted at her, unconvinced. He glanced at her, then at the relentless downpour outside. "So, you 'were' lying?" 

"I already said I wasn't." Hela smiled faintly. "But judging by your face, you don't seem to believe me." 

"Trust is a rare and valuable thing," Arthur said seriously. "If you're lying to me, I won't trust you ever again." 

"I'm not lying." 

Her tone was calm but resolute. 

"…Alright then." Arthur reluctantly dropped his suspicious gaze. 

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Out of nowhere, Hela asked, "How old are you?" 

"Twenty-one," Arthur replied. 

Hela fell silent for a moment, then muttered, "So Odin 'really' has lost his mind… Alright, I'll give you a choice." 

Arthur raised an eyebrow, puzzled. "What choice?" 

For some reason, he had the distinct feeling that something had shifted in Hela since she woke up—like her entire demeanor had changed. 

"Stay here with me, and I'll grant you eternal life," Hela offered. "Once Odin is dead…"

"Hold on, hold on!" 

Arthur immediately raised his hand to stop her. "Don't you think that sounds a bit contradictory? On one hand, you're talking about 'eternity', and on the other, you're saying Odin will die. If even he can die, how can you offer me eternal life? Are you stronger than him? I doubt it. Otherwise, how did he so easily 'seal' your powers?" 

"Hmph!" 

Hela let out a cold snort but didn't respond further. 

Arthur smirked. "Under my brilliant wisdom, all lies are destined to crumble." 

Hela gave Arthur a helpless glance. "If this were the old days, you wouldn't have survived more than three minutes in his presence." 

"What kind of era was that?" Arthur asked, genuinely curious. 

After all, from what he knew through movies, it was clear that Hela and Odin were never the model of a peaceful father-daughter duo. 

Together, they once wreaked havoc across the universe, leaving it in constant turmoil. 

Arthur could hardly imagine what that time must have been like. If he could hear it straight from someone who lived through it, it might at least serve as decent entertainment while waiting for the rain to stop. 

"…Why should I tell you?" 

Hela gave him a sideways glance, but then, her expression shifted slightly. "No, something's off." 

"What's off?" 

"Odin doesn't have bad judgment. So why did he choose you?" 

Hela's gaze grew more curious as she examined Arthur. "What ability do you have that made him value you? A human with control over spatial energy? That alone wouldn't be enough for Odin to hold you in such high regard. Your combat style, while influenced by Asgardian techniques, has other elements mixed in. Clearly, you possess other secrets. And 'that' must be the real reason Odin wants us to marry." 

Arthur rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe it's just because I'm handsome?" 

Hela thought about it for a moment, then shook her head. "Impossible." 

"You mean Odin wouldn't judge based on looks?" 

"No, I mean… Odin wouldn't consider you handsome." Hela added, "In fact, no sane person would." 

"Listen, even if you're a goddess, personal insults like that are still out of line!" Arthur's face darkened. 

"Fine, whatever secrets you have, they're none of my concern." 

Hela opened a barrel of wine and poured herself a drink. "This rain might last a hundred years. In the meantime, the two of us can drink, chat, and at least make this hellish place a bit less dull." 

"'A hundred years!?'" 

Arthur leaped up like a monkey with its tail on fire. "You're joking, right?" 

"Believe it or not." 

Hela's tone was calm and indifferent. 

"No way. I can't wait that long…" 

Arthur walked to the entrance, glanced at the torrential rain, and clenched his teeth. 

"Screw it. I'll take my chances!" 

He flipped his hand, revealing the Tesseract, its colorless energy intertwining with spatial power. 

Hela initially didn't think much of it, but the moment she saw the Tesseract, her expression changed slightly. "So… it's the Tesseract. And it's in 'your' hands?" 

"Let me warn you— if you're thinking of doing something… 'inappropriate', I will seriously fight you." 

Arthur shot Hela a glance. "Don't forget, your powers are still sealed." 

As soon as he finished speaking, a brilliant blue beam of light shot into the sky. 

Arthur glanced up, quickly pointed a finger, and in the next instant, both he and the Tesseract vanished from sight. 

(End of Chapter)