"Uh..."
Ultron looked down at his soft, pale little hands, then at Angela in front of him, looking rather lost.
"What's wrong? I'm older than you. What's wrong with calling me big sis?"
Angela bent down and brought her face close to Ultron's, questioning him with a stern expression.
"No, nothing, Big Sis Angela."
Faced with Angela's strangely commanding stare, Ultron's logic seemed to short-circuit, and he blurted it out without hesitation.
"Very good." Angela nodded in satisfaction, then beckoned to Ultron. "Didn't you want to spar with me? Come on, then!"
"Then watch out, Big Sis Angela!"
Although calling her big sis gave Ultron an inexplicable trace of warmth, he hadn't forgotten the orders his creator, Tony Stark, had given him. He marshaled vast amounts of data and modified his character's information.
The three- or four-year-old boy Angela had fashioned instantly transformed into the Iron Man suit Ultron knew best.
His shoulder plates opened, and several missiles packed with junk data flew toward Angela, trailing long streams of flame.
"Oh~ So we're doing it this way?"
This method of combat allowed the two artificial intelligences to have a proper contest without interfering with the normal operation of the "dream world." By choosing it, Ultron was making it clear that he really was only here to spar, not cause trouble.
Since he was being so considerate, Angela naturally stopped using her permissions to tamper with Ultron's character and began fighting back in the same manner.
Grinning, Angela pulled her medieval-style flintlock pistol from her belt and repeatedly pulled the trigger at the incoming missiles. Ignoring its original specifications, the flintlock rapidly fired lead balls that hurtled into the missiles.
As the lead balls intercepted the missiles, they also wiped out all the junk data carried inside them.
After shooting down