"Oh, it's you."
The man with "thief" branded on his neck, a black-market supplier named Ulysses Klaue, remained remarkably calm as he looked at the twins who had suddenly appeared before him.
He leisurely settled back into his chair, without a trace of fear on his face.
"Strucker's star pupils."
Sitting in his chair, Klaue patted his thighs as though trying to ease the awkwardness. He even picked up the candy on the desk and asked whether they wanted some.
When the twins showed no response to his friendly gesture, he put the candy down with apparent regret and began making small talk. "Oh, Strucker's dead. What a shame. Still, he knew what he wanted the world to become."
Klaue glanced between the stony-faced twins and said slowly, "Humanity has no future."
Perhaps he hadn't expected a mere arms dealer to say something like that. Pietro couldn't describe what he felt; he only knew that the late Baron Strucker suddenly seemed like a stranger.
"Tch. Taking this long just to intimidate some small fry? What use are you?"
Wanderer kicked the door open and walked in. He strode forward and kicked Klaue out of his chair.
"Wait! Wait!"
With Wanderer's foot pressing down on his throat, Klaue clutched the boy's ankle. He struggled desperately, begging for mercy. "Cough... let go... let go... whatever you want, I'll give it to you."
Wanderer bent down and stared at Klaue's contorted face.
"You certainly know when to yield. Humanity's fear of death, and the honesty it brings out-that much I do appreciate."
"My ally, your methods are too rough. We're here to do business."
Ultron's words made Wanderer press down even harder, but just as Klaue was about to suffocate, he lifted his foot and stepped aside.
"Hmph. Boring human methods."
Wanderer always