The next time Victor fell into one of his moods where he got preoccupied by thoughts of being Ultron's son, potential future supervillain, not exactly a person, he was going to try to remember this and how simply, wonderfully human it was.

The thought disappeared almost as soon as it had formed. He made a light, proud growling sound at the prick of her nails, moving his face to nuzzle closely into the crook of her neck. He started to move a bit faster, dancing toward that edge.