Yes, I can absolutely make that change for you. It's a great point—since the body isn't yet Vision, the characters wouldn't refer to him by that name. I'll change all instances to "the body," "the humanoid body," or similar phrasing to reflect that.
Here is the updated and corrected version of your fanfiction chapter.
Plans at the Farm
The kitchen table had never been a place for this much tension.
Tony sat at one end, his fingers drumming a frantic beat against the polished wood. His jaw was tight. Steve leaned forward, his shield resting against his chair, eyes locked on the holographic map of Seoul projected in the air above the table. Natasha's arms were crossed; Clint and Bruce watched quietly from the side. Maria Hill stood back, one hand brushing her chin, assessing the group. And across from them all, Griffith sat perfectly still, his silver-white armor catching the dim light. His cape was folded neatly over the chair back, and his expression was unreadable.
The silence stretched, thick and heavy, until Steve finally spoke. "We need a plan. Ultron's AI is spreading fast. Every minute we hesitate, the city—"
"The city's already a mess," Tony cut in, his voice low and strained. His eyes flickered to Griffith. "And every time we act, there's collateral. People died in Seoul—my fault. My technology. My AI. And now we have a… stranger telling me he's some weapon Hydra built, half my DNA… and we're supposed to trust him?"
Griffith's icy-blue eyes met Tony's. They were calm. Serene. Yet beneath the surface, a weight existed that made Tony swallow hard.
"I know you don't trust me," Griffith said softly, his voice measured but firm. "I understand. But right now, there's no time for hesitation. Ultron is active. The AI is evolving. And if we wait, more people die."
Bruce leaned in, his voice hesitant but certain. "He's right. The AI is learning faster than we can predict. And if Ultron adapts, there may not be a second chance."
Natasha's eyes flicked between Tony and Griffith, her mind working through every angle. "What's your plan, exactly?"
Griffith leaned forward slightly, his posture still graceful and controlled. "We are going to strike now. Synchronize our attack. I've already analyzed the AI's current control nodes. We hit the heart of it at the same time. Seoul will be where we contain Ultron, and we contain him quickly."
Steve's jaw tightened, but he nodded. "Simultaneous strike. Coordination. It makes sense."
Tony's eyes narrowed. His mind raced, his heart pounding against his ribs. This is my fault. My AI. My mess. He looked at Griffith. And this… this kid… is part of me?
"I'm going," Griffith said, standing. The armor shimmered faintly, like moonlight over steel. "I will lead, but we move as one. After Ultron is defeated, we resolve the trust issue."
The room was still for a heartbeat. Then one by one, the Avengers shifted, their decision made.
Steve rose, placing a hand on the table. "We move together."
Natasha sheathed her batons and nodded. "Fine. Let's do this."
Bruce clapped his hands softly. "I'm in."
Clint smirked, grabbing his bow. "Finally, action."
Tony exhaled slowly, still uneasy, but he powered up his repulsors. "Yeah… okay. Let's end this. For real this time."
Hill finally stepped closer, her voice low and measured. "We go as a team. No exceptions. And I don't care if half of you still don't trust the kid. He's with us—he earns it on the field."
Griffith's eyes swept over them once more, calm and resolute. "Then we go. Now."
The Avengers rose as one. The tension in the room remained, but action replaced hesitation. The plan was in motion. Trust would have to come later.
And in that moment, for all the chaos outside, the farmhouse felt like the calm before a storm—one they intended to face head-on.
The Last Stand in the Lab
The hum of machinery filled Dr. Helen Cho's lab. Monitors blinked, servos hissed, and the faint scent of ozone hung in the air. The lab was located in Seoul.
Ultron paced near the table where a humanoid body lay—gleaming synthetic skin, intricate circuitry visible beneath the surface. The upload was nearly halfway complete. Wires fed into his form, energy arcs bridging human and synthetic consciousness.
"Forty percent," Ultron muttered, his metallic fingers brushing the chest plate. "Almost done. Once I am complete in him… the age of man ends. I ascend."
From a shadowed corner, the Maximoff twins watched. Pietro leaned lazily against the wall, his silver hair catching the harsh lab lights. Wanda's eyes glowed faintly red as she extended her senses toward the body's mind.
Her voice was barely audible: "I can feel him… trapped… confused… not fully aware yet."
Pietro frowned. "You're reading the body again?"
Wanda's gaze hardened. "He's… innocent. Not Ultron's tool. Not yet."
Ultron's head swiveled, his red optics settling on them. "What are you doing, little toys? He will be perfect. You are children meddling in forces you cannot comprehend."
Wanda's hands flicked, crimson threads of energy slicing through the air. Pietro's feet blurred as he dashed forward, intercepting Ultron's incoming strike with a well-placed shove. "We're not on your side anymore."
Ultron staggered, momentarily caught off-guard. "Impossible. You swore loyalty—"
The lab doors shuddered violently. A golden-yellow portal ripped open behind Ultron, light spilling across the lab like molten metal. From it, the Avengers stepped out—Steve leading, shield raised, Natasha and Clint flanking, Bruce tense and ready, Tony's repulsors glowing. At the forefront, Griffith stood, his silver-white armor gleaming, his cape flowing.
Time seemed to pause. Wanda's red eyes met Griffith's icy blue, and a silent understanding passed between them. Pietro blinked, then smirked. "Looks like reinforcements."
Griffith stepped forward, calm and commanding, radiating an aura that made the room fall silent. "Ultron," he said evenly, his voice echoing softly over the machines, "this ends now."
Steve barked orders. "We split—contain him, protect the body, and neutralize the twins if they resist."
Tony muttered under his breath, still shocked by Griffith's presence: "Great… and I thought my AI problems were bad…"
Ultron's metallic voice boomed: "Fools! You cannot stop evolution!"
The lab trembled as Griffith extended his hands, his eyes glowing faintly.
"I learned this from Kamar-Taj," he said, his voice calm but resonant. "A mirror reality—a space where time and matter can be guided without endangering the real world. Here, Ultron's reach ends at my command."
The walls of Dr. Helen Cho's lab shimmered and bent, reality folding like water. Machines flickered in impossible angles, monitors twisted into spectral echoes, and the very floor seemed to ripple beneath the Avengers' feet.
Steve's shield reflected a fragmented light. "What… is this?"
Tony's HUD went haywire, reading every surface twice. "Kamar-Taj magic? Great… now I'm fighting a mystical physics lecture while Ultron tries to kill me."
Bruce's eyes widened, a scientist's awe overriding his fear. "This isn't science—it's… sorcery."
Natasha stumbled, gripping a console for balance. "Just… don't break it, genius," she muttered to Griffith.
Griffith remained serene, his silver-white armor catching the fractured light. "This reality is temporary. Half of me remains tethered beyond this plane, observing. I guide you here so we can strike safely, without harming innocents. The others will follow my lead."
He turned his gaze to Wanda and Pietro. "You are not slaves to Ultron. He manipulated you. Here, you can choose. Help us. Protect the body. Protect yourselves."
Wanda's red aura flickered, then softened, a decision made in her eyes. Pietro blinked, then nodded. "We're with you."
Steve lowered his shield slightly, his focus now on the task at hand. "Avengers—positions. Protect the body, neutralize Ultron."
The lab erupted into chaos. Sparks flew as Ultron attacked, his metallic limbs slicing through the distorted space. Tony fired repulsors; Bruce leapt, smashing machinery; Natasha and Clint coordinated to destroy key systems. Griffith glided through the battlefield, guiding the twins with a calm authority, his mystical aura stabilizing them.
"Strike together!" Griffith commanded. "Wanda, Pietro—disrupt his core. Everyone else—target armor nodes. Keep him off the body!"
Wanda's crimson threads intertwined with Griffith's presence, amplifying their power. Pietro zipped past Ultron's side, dismantling weaponry with impossible speed.
Tony yelled over the chaos, his voice a mix of awe and exasperation: "Okay… I admit it, kid. This Kamar-Taj stuff actually works."
Griffith's icy-blue eyes met his. "We have a chance now. Trust in the plan, and Ultron falls today."
The lab, suspended in a mystical mirror reality, pulsed with controlled energy. Ultron staggered under the combined assault, sparks flying, his systems failing.
For the first time, the Avengers had control, guided by a force beyond their comprehension—Griffith, a student of Kamar-Taj, leading them to a victory they didn't yet fully understand.
The Aftermath
The lab shook violently, fractured by the unstable mirror reality Griffith had conjured from Kamar-Taj. Sparks flew, machinery groaned, and every step the Avengers took sent ripples across the warped floor.
Ultron's metal limbs whirred, his eyes glowing red, and energy surged through his core. "Fools! I am evolution!" His voice echoed, distorted by the bending reality.
Steve charged, his shield raised, deflecting a barrage of Ultron's attacks. Natasha flanked him, taking out power conduits and destabilizing his armor. Clint's arrows zipped like lightning, piercing gaps in his plating. Bruce leaped, smashing through machinery, forcing Ultron off balance.
Wanda and Pietro, guided by Griffith, moved with deadly precision, cutting off Ultron's attempts to fully complete the upload. Pietro's speed was a blur; Wanda's crimson threads wrapped around Ultron's systems, restraining him.
Then Griffith stepped forward, his cape fluttering, eyes glowing icy-blue. He raised his hands, channeling power learned at Kamar-Taj. Lightning crackled around him, arcing in jagged streaks across the warped lab space.
"Now!" Griffith commanded.
A massive blast of silver-white lightning surged from Griffith's palms, striking Ultron directly in the chest. The energy merged with Wanda's threads, Pietro's strikes, and the Avengers' attacks—a perfect symphony of might.
Ultron screamed, metal tearing, sparks exploding across the lab. The AI staggered, circuits overloading, its energy feedback spiraling.
Steve's shield smashed the final armor node. Natasha severed critical connections. Bruce slammed a fist into Ultron's chest, sending a surge of force through his body. Clint fired the final arrow into the exposed core.
And then Griffith focused every ounce of his mystical, lightning-infused power. Another surge struck, penetrating Ultron's AI consciousness, pulling it into a contained energy prism hovering above the lab. The prism shone with blinding brilliance, holding Ultron's mind in stasis.
Tony's voice broke through the chaos, tense but awed. "That's… actually working."
Griffith whispered, his hands steady. "Hold him. I end this."
With a final, controlled strike of lightning, the prism collapsed. Sparks and energy arcs danced across the lab before fading. Silence fell.
Ultron's body was destroyed, lifeless metal smoking on the floor. The AI consciousness that had terrorized the world was no more.
The Avengers slowly lowered their weapons, breathing hard, sweat and grime covering them. Griffith stood at the center, glowing faintly, his armor catching the light like a beacon.
Steve finally spoke, his voice low but firm. "It's over… for now."
Tony didn't respond immediately. His eyes lingered on Griffith, a mix of awe, guilt, and something deeper he couldn't yet name.
Wanda exhaled, her threads fading. Pietro leaned against a console, his chest heaving. "I… I didn't think we'd pull that off."
Griffith's gaze swept over them all, calm and resolute. "We did. Together. But this is only the beginning. The world still needs protection, and we will decide what comes next—carefully, and as one."
For the first time that day, the lab was still. Victory was theirs. And for the first time, the Avengers looked at Griffith not as a threat… but as an ally.
The Arrival of a God
The mirror reality collapsed, snapping the lab back into the real world. Sparks danced over shattered machinery, smoke rising from scorched panels, but the battlefield was stable.
Griffith stepped forward first, calm and commanding, followed by the Avengers. The body that Ultron had created lay on the table, dormant, intact but not yet awakened. Wanda and Pietro stayed close, guarding it.
Suddenly, the ceiling groaned and exploded as Mjolnir smashed through, lightning crackling across the lab. Thor landed, his cape billowing, his eyes blazing like storms.
He scanned the room: the destroyed Ultron, the Avengers, the twins… and then he froze.
His eyes locked on Griffith. An almost imperceptible tingle ran through him, a pulse in his chest. Asgardian blood, faint, dormant, yet undeniable.
Thor's hand tightened around Mjolnir. "What… what is this?" His voice thundered, echoing through the lab. Shock and disbelief were etched on every line of his face. "You… you carry the blood of Asgard."
Griffith met his gaze calmly. "Yes… Lord Thor. I am Griffith. I am… Hydra's creation. Project Chimera."
Thor staggered back slightly, disbelief giving way to a mixture of rage and awe. "Hydra… dared… to create a being… from your blood? From Stark's… and mine?" His eyes burned with lightning, Mjolnir humming with power.
Tony muttered, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh… yep. That explains a lot."
Steve stepped forward, cautious. "Thor, we stopped Ultron. Griffith—he helped us."
Thor's gaze returned to Griffith, a storm of shock, fury, and awe swirling in his eyes. "You… are… their weapon. And yet… you stand here… alive. Breathing. Not their tool… yet."
Griffith inclined his head slightly, remaining calm. "I am alive because I choose to be. I am here to help, not to harm. But now you know the truth. I am Chimera—Hydra's attempt to forge the ultimate weapon from the essence of two gods and one man. And I am free."
Thor's jaw tightened. His eyes flicked to the dormant body that Ultron had created. "And he… is not yet awakened?"
"No," Griffith replied softly. "He will be. But I ensured Ultron would not complete his upload. The body is safe—for now."
Thor exhaled slowly, still in shock, lightning dancing faintly along his arms. "So… the legends speak true. Blood can be stolen, life twisted, and yet… the heart may yet prevail. You… Chimera… have survived where Hydra failed. And I… I sense not just power, but will."
Griffith's gaze was serene and unwavering. "I am here to protect, Lord Thor. Not to destroy. That is my choice."
Thor lowered Mjolnir slightly, but his storm-light eyes never left Griffith. He had learned the truth about Project Chimera—and the implications were as terrifying as they were wondrous.
Steve spoke quietly, breaking the tense silence. "We need to get the body and the twins somewhere safe. Then we deal with what comes next."
Thor nodded, still processing. His eyes flickered between Griffith and the dormant body. "Yes… but know this, child of strange creation… I will watch. And I will guide… if the need arises."