MidReal Story
Heroes Unite: Defeating Ultron in New York
Scenario: teenage mutant ninja turtles join forces with superman to defeat ultron
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The Turtles were on patrol when they heard a loud noise coming from the docks.
They ran to see what was going on and saw Ultron attacking the city.
Ultron was a robot that had been created by Tony Stark, but he had gone rogue and now he wanted to destroy New York City.
The Turtles knew that they had to do something, but they also knew that they couldn’t defeat Ultron on their own.
They needed help, and there was only one person who could help them in this situation: Superman.
The Turtles contacted Superman and told him about Ultron’s attack.
Superman agreed to help them, and he flew to New York City as fast as he could.
When he arrived, the Turtles explained the situation to him, and they all started thinking of a plan to defeat Ultron.
After a few minutes of brainstorming, they came up with a plan: Superman would distract Ultron while the Turtles would try to weaken his power source.
If they succeeded, then Superman would be able to defeat him once and for all.
The incessant blaring of the alarm woke Michelangelo and Donatello first, their eyes snapping open as they shot to their feet.
I was on my feet before the alarm had even stopped ringing in my ears, my heart hammering in my chest as I whirled around and raced toward the source of the warning.
The docks were practically shaking, and the sound of gunfire filled the air.
I could see smoke rising in the distance, and even from here I could see the flashes of a massive, metal body.
We knew what it was before we got there, but that didn’t prepare us for the sight.
Ultron was massive, his body made of gleaming steel, his red eyes flashing as he stomped through the city like a giant.
He was at least fifty feet tall, and with each step he took, it was like a bomb went off.
The ground shook, buildings trembled, and people screamed.
We scrambled into an alleyway as he drew closer, my heart pounding with fear and rage.
“Ultron,” Donatello said, his voice low and angry.
Tony Stark’s creation had gone rogue years ago and killed its creator.
It had come after us too, but we’d managed to defeat it at the time.
We didn’t know where it had been all this time, but it was back now, and it wanted to destroy everything in its path.
“We can’t do this on our own,” Michelangelo said.
He was right.
Even all four of us together weren’t enough to take down this massive thing.
We needed help.
And there was only one person who could help us now.
I reached out for my T-Phone and called Clark Kent.
Or rather, Superman.
He picked up immediately.
“Leo,” he said.
“Tell me what’s going on.”
I didn’t have to—the sound of Ultron moving through the city would be enough to tell him that.
“We need your help,” I said.
“Can you get here?”
“I’m on my way.” He hung up without another word, and I put my phone away just as Ultron moved past the alleyway we’d been hiding in.
I could see him moving through the streets, his legs like tree trunks—every step he took, it was like a bomb went off, and the destruction he left in his wake was horrifying.
People were running and screaming everywhere we looked, and I knew we had to do something fast.
We had to stop him before he killed even more people than he already had.
I turned to look at my brothers, and I could see the determination on their faces too.
Together, we were going to take this thing down once and for all.
Ultron was making his way up one of the skyscrapers now, and I knew that this was our chance to take him out—if we could get him to come down to us, where we had a better chance of attacking him up close and personal.
But how were we going to do that?
And then I heard the sound of something approaching at incredible speed, and a moment later Superman touched down next to us.
He was one of the only people on Earth who could pull off wearing a cape and not make it look ridiculous.
The sight of him filled me with a sense of hope that I hadn’t realized I’d been missing until now, and I let out a breath that I hadn’t known I’d been holding in.
He smiled at me as he landed with a soft thud on the ground next to us.
It’s good to see you guys.”
“You have excellent timing,” Donatello said with a smile that was practically giddy with relief, and even though Michelangelo wasn’t as smart as Donatello—or even average intelligence—he understood the subtext too.
“Dude!” he said with an eager grin spread across his face as he held up his hand for a high five.
“We’re going to kick this guy’s butt!”
“I hope so,” Superman said grimly just as Ultron turned to look at us from the top of the building he’d just climbed up.
He let out a roar that shook the windows of every building around us, and I watched a few people in the windows of the building he was standing on fall to their knees, clutching their ears and crying out in pain.
This was what we were up against, and even with Superman on our side, I wasn’t sure that we could do this.
But we had to.
“Superman,” I said.
“Thank you so much for coming.
We really need you right now.”
“We need to take him down before he can launch another attack,” I explained.
“I don’t know how long we have, but we need to do this fast.He’s probably charging up more of those energy blasts right now.”
Superman turned to look at Ultron just as a red beam of light shot out of its eyes and hit a building a few blocks over.
The entire thing exploded into flames, and people screamed and scattered in all directions.
“Then let’s go,” he said.
I could see the determination in his eyes, and I knew that he was going to do whatever it took to stop this thing.
That we all were.
I turned to look at my brothers, and I could see them straightening up too, their own determination in their eyes as they stared up at Ultron.
Our enemy was massive, powerful, and terrifying, but we’d faced worse than this before.
We’d faced armies, monsters, demons, and more—and we’d come out on top every time because we’d worked together.
And this was no different.
“Let’s do this,” I said.
We moved forward as one, and a moment later we were standing in front of Ultron, staring up at him.
He made a sound that was like metal grinding against metal, and then he raised one of his arms to point at us, his finger glowing with power.
“Defenders of Earth,” he said with a voice that sounded like a metal grinder too.
“I am Ultron.
You will be destroyed.”
Superman took a step forward, looking up at him defiantly.
“I don’t think so,” he said.
Just then Ultron’s eyes flashed red again, and I saw the energy building up like an explosion waiting to happen.
“Get ready!” I shouted to my brothers, raising my swords in front of me to block the blast.
The energy hit me like a sledgehammer to the chest, sending me flying backwards through the air.
I smashed into a building behind me and slid to the ground in a heap of broken concrete.
A moment later Superman landed in front of me with a thud, and I looked up to see him standing there with his arms raised in front of him, blocking the attack.
It didn’t look like it was doing anything to him at all.
But then just as suddenly as it had begun, the attack stopped, and Ultron’s eyes stopped glowing too.
We waited for a moment to see what would happen next.
And then Ultron finally moved again.
“Take them down!”
he shouted, raising his arm to point at us again with that glowing finger.
But this time he didn’t have a chance to finish what he was saying.
“No!” I shouted, and I charged forward with my swords out.
I was going to make sure that he never had a chance to attack us again.
Michelangelo was right beside me, attacking with his nunchucks too.
Donatello was standing back for now, and I could see him looking around, trying to figure out where Ultron’s power source was.
We needed to take that out before we could defeat him.
We attacked him from all sides, slashing and striking with everything we had, and Ultron stumbled backwards, swaying on his feet before finally falling down on one knee.
“We did it!”
I shouted, but then I frowned as I saw that he wasn’t finished yet.
He was still trying to get back up again, and he was shouting something at us too, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying over the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.
“Finish him!”
I heard a loud whooshing sound, and then I saw Superman flying down at him like a missile, one fist out in front of him and the other held back, ready to deliver the final blow.
I opened my mouth to warn him, but it was already too late.
Ultron raised his hand with the glowing finger again and fired a red beam of light at him, and Superman was knocked sideways in midair, smashing through a nearby building and disappearing inside it in a cloud of dust and falling debris.
“Superman!”
I shouted, and I started forward again, but then I saw him flying out the other side, skidding across the street like a pebble skipping across water before finally coming to a stop in front of a pile of rubble.
I saw him sit up, shaking his head and looking around as if he was trying to figure out what had just happened.
He turned to look at me and then gave me a thumbs-up sign, and I let out a breath that I hadn’t realized I’d been holding in.
He was okay!
