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It's been years. I'm just not very good with people.

Accessing previous files relating to program VisionQuest.

Welcome home, Vision.

So, you were smiling today,

- which is good. - Mmm-hmm.

Miss Edith.

This house is architecturally and emotionally unstable.

Well, he knows the facts of his old life.

Now, he's searching for the feeling of it.

You're a ghost, haunting her footsteps.

Not her footsteps, his.

I wish to understand him and how he existed in this world.

You're familiar with the thought experiment the Ship of Theseus?

- Naturally. - When no original plank remains,

is it still the Ship of Theseus?

Both are the true ship.

Someone out there placed a sizeable bounty on Vision's AI-infested head.

Hey V, skylight exit?

And the contract went to a hunter,

known only as "the Paladin".

- What do you got? - He has a family.

Had. Twin boys, Billy and Tommy.

Thought deceased for years

The Vision has suddenly and violently reappeared.

You're right.

- You're name's Thomas Shepherd. - Is it?

Take a look at this, police psych evaluation and incident report,

London.

This is not a test.

I am the emergency.

I have your son.

I had a family,

and parents that weren't my parents.

A mother, he called her Wanda.

And a father-- she called him Vision.

Mazel tov! It's a boy.

Yeah, I was at the pool. Kids were havin' a laugh, holding me under

but for too long.

Then it was like a...

Like a bolt of lightning.

And then, and then...

And then I wasn't just me anymore.

Uh...

I was... I was someone else.

Like, someone else had just moved into my brain with me.

How can it feel so real?

When I know it's impossible!

How can I have two lives?

Please!

How long has he been saying this?

Six months.

Done all we can for him here. Take him to transport.

I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy, I'm not.

I'm not. You have to believe me! Please!

Loading up young offenders

for court services transfer.

I do not care what your story is,

what your meds are, what you're in for.

Couldn't give a shit if you're Oliver Twist,

Hannibal Lecter or if you are the sort that wouldn't harm a fly!

Let's keep moving, son. What are you waiting for?

It's not a parade. Let's go!

Come on. Move along now. This is my bus,

and the sooner you understand that, the better we are all gonna get along.

Okay?

Don't eyeball me, son.

That is not my issue!

This seat taken?

Well, it is now.

Sorry about the bracelets, but I have to say,

it's better for you and it's better for me.

- First time? - We have got a long drive,

and I have got a short fuse.

So, choose your seatmates carefully,

and keep your mouths shut.

And have yourself

a merry little Christmas.

♪ I've got Christmas on my mind ♪

♪ I adore that lovely time ♪

♪ I'm feeling like I was a little child ♪

♪ When I've got Christmas on my mind ♪

So, what's your...

name?

♪ I wonder how I've been this year ♪

♪ If I've been nice Santa comes to me ♪

♪ Oh, I've got Christmas on my mind ♪

I swear, I said, I'm not going back!

I'm not going back. No, no. This ain't the way.

I'm not going back. I'm not. No!

Not where we're going.

I'm not going back, I said-- I swear, I said, I'm not going back!

No, no!

- Look at me.

Take a breath.

Yeah, I'm trying.

Look at me.

Look at me!

Friendly bet, I can guess your story.

Couple of scrapes.

Seen your fair share of dust-ups?

Maybe, the back of a police car once or twice,

but never like this.

You forgot dead mum, dead-beat dad--

Right, definitely no family to speak of.

Just a trail of fosters,

and they all leave.

Orphaned once...

Orphaned twice and so on.

And so forth.

Yeah.

Right.

In my experience,

who you are is less important than who you pretend to be.

And who should that be?

Whoever keeps you alive.

'Ell...

each mornin' is a chance to become...

someone new.

Who I am is a bit...

Tommy!

- Vision cries]

Tommy.

in flux...

these days.

Well... enough pretend.

What got you here?

Just a...

teeny-tiny psychotic break.

What about you?

I killed a man and then wore his face to escape capture.

Minor larceny.

Compulsive kleptomania.

I'm a pickpocket.

Damn, damn good one, actually.

I'm guessing you're a better picker than chooser of pockets.

Uh, to be fair, I lifted the wallet clean up

- before I even noticed the badge. So...

Thank you very much.

Nice.

There was this one time, Cardiff town,

five men, six wallets,

and two kebabs by the end of the night.

Swear, I said, I'm not going back!

No, I'm not. I'm not going back.

Not where we're going. I swear-- I'm not going back.

Not where we're going, I swear, I said, I'm not going back!

No, no. I'm not going back.

- Shut up! - I swear!

I'm not-- I'm not going back!

- Hey, mate... Shh. put a lid on it. - Keep it down.

- Wasteman. - Look, we're only going to a local nick.

Do you honestly believe that we are heading for Young Offenders?

Or the big kids' pen?

The court has deemed your new home elsewhere.

- Are you serious? - And there's no parole.

There's no sun.

And there's no forgetting to take your meds.

The next stop for this bus is the lovely chateau of Saint Mabyn's.

Yo, nah, brother.

Are you quite serious?

- What's that? - A sanitarium.

No, no, no. I'm not going back.

I'm not going back. I'm not, I'm not--

All right, that's enough! You're hurting him!

Now you hush up and you take your seat.

We can't go to Saint Mabyn's. No one ever gets out of it!

I said, be quiet--

No, no, no. Please, please, please. Come on, don't.

Okay...

Anyone makes another sound, leaves here on a stretcher.

What's wrong with this bloody thing?

What the hell was that?

- A Christmas miracle? - I don't think so.

But this is.

There's an exit door in the back.

You want me to jump out of a moving bus? Well, that's suicide.

So is where we're going.

- You ready, spark plug? - Too soon.

- Hey! - Go, go, go.

Hey! No! No! No! No!

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

Oh, look, he's got a spare.

- Shit. Get the door!

Stop the bus!

You messed with the wrong guard!

♪ Dashing through the snow ♪

♪ In a one-horse open sleigh... ♪

Stop the bus!

♪ ...Laughing all the way ♪

Get out of there!

- They key won't work. - Let me try.

♪ Bells on bobtails ring... ♪

Stop singing!

♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride... ♪

Oh, come on!

Stop this singing!

♪ Jingle bells, jingle all the way... ♪

♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way ♪

♪ Hey! Jingle bells, jingle bells... ♪

- Lisa. - Tommy.

Thomas. My name's Thomas.

Well, Thomas, run!

What is happening to your world, Vision?

It's a signal of some kind.

I'd have to bypass our security protocols in order to access it.

- Vision, what are you doing? - I'm curious.

- You're reckless. - I had a family.

Um, a mother, he called her Wanda.

I'm not made of Vibranium.

I don't phase, and I can't shoot lasers.

- And a father... - But I got something better...

She called him Vision.

I have your son.

I don't know what's happening to me.

Okay, but... But I know it's true.

It's true.

This was you.

I would be the first to warn you,

never leave me unsupervised around a box of dynamite.

But you've left me here without even a fuse.

No, the bounty hunter's voice, booming out of the sky was not me.

Don't equivocate. It's the consequence of you!

It's the consequence of a world that's finally come knocking.

And quite frankly a tremendous opportunity for you to branch out.

Network, meet a new friend.

Oh, this bounty hunter who so impossibly claims to have my son?

- Is it? - Is it what?

Really that impossible?

You should know by now, this universe of theirs

is a very strange one.

So tell me, what do we know about this Paladin?

This isn't any old shagger with a dog and a shotgun.

Paladin is last in a centuries-long line of hunters.

He's not The Paladin.

He's a Paladin.

Generation after generation,

chasing down his targets for the highest bidder.

The sharpest of minds,

trained in every art and every weapon.

Good, bad--

Hero, villain.

He doesn't discriminate.

He'll find you, bring you in alive per the contract,

or dead if you get in his way.

And he does all of it believing himself to be righteous.

Simply put, he's a bounty hunter.

Once he's accepted a target,

he's bound by an unbreakable contract,

and his new target is you.

- Welcome home, kid. - No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- I swear, I swear. I don't belong here.

Hey. Hey, look, I don't know what you want from me,

but, you don't need to do this, okay? I swear, I'm not dangerous.

You can't leave me here, please! Please!

- Is that you? - Please!

Cannot stand here, you cause havoc.

You.

Jingle bells, I knew I'd see you again.

Okay, I don't know who you people are,

but you just made a big mistake.

Why did you do that?

You're mental.

You can't leave me here, please. Please!

I've got something, sir.

This is a recording made a year ago.

It appears a handful of teens were injured at a swimming pool,

and this boy was held responsible.

He was arrested,

and taken for this psychiatric evaluation.

I was myself and then I wasn't.

I have these memories of...

of someone I'm not, but...

Now I

am

also...

Memories of what?

Uh, a house, only haunted.

Like, the air itself was having a laugh.

Like an audience that wasn't there.

And there were meatloaves.

And green lawns.

Pixelated almost.

Don't you want to meet your son as yourself?

There was a man.

His face like...

Like a demon.

Blood red.

Like a... deep purple bruise

but with these kind eyes.

He wasn't human.

But he called me son.

Okay.

The bounty hunter seems to be suggesting

that your offspring, somehow,

escaped from Wanda Maximoff's witchy bubble.

Which of course, is impossible.

See, there's that word again.

When Wanda ended her Westview fantasy, no entity she conjured survived.

You really believe this is a sort of tactical deception?

Yes, I do. I do. I think it's a sentimental ploy to draw me out.

Draw you out for whom?

Someone hired Paladin.

Could be S.W.O.R.D.

When they rebuilt you, they turned you into a weapon.

Now they want it back.

There's something else you need to see.

- About your mother... - Wanda.

Yeah, yeah. Um...

She sings me songs.

Reads me stories.

But her...

Her eyes,

sad.

She had too much feeling.

Too much love...

and so much pain.

Loss.

Our dog died.

But I never had a dog.

But I did, I did.

Uh, she...

She said a thing to make it all right.

"Grief is just love persevering."

Could it be that you imagined her?

An orphan that wanted a loving family so deeply

that he conjured one of his own?

No! 'Cause I know it's not real, okay?

I know it's not real! But it feels real!

Yes, like my mother wasn't a witch and my father wasn't a machine.

Please help me! Please, I don't know who I am!

I don't know who I am.

There were only two people in the room when you...

when he, the original Vision said that to Wanda.

This boy couldn't possible know that.

And yet he does.

Sir, I found coordinates embedded in Paladin's message.

It's an invitation.

Oh, look at you.

Walking around like you're people.

Is that like a holo-projection thing?

Okay. I'd offer you a drink,

but according to your technical specs,

you can't. Right?

Churns the guts.

Excruciating.

If I'm honest, the older I get, same.

Everybody bleeds underneath.

My point is...

You're as human as the rest of us.

- Everything dies. - Everything dies.

Including you.

Yes.

You see, I've already sat through a quintillion simulations

of this very conversation.

I've computed every conceivable combination of words you might use,

actions you might take.

I can't be throw off-balance by this...

guileless manipulation.

Staging our meeting in the place I saw my friend murdered.

Your plan is based on the assumption that I care about Thomas Shepherd,

and in every outcome it fails

because I do not feel.

No?

Enough about you.

- Let's talk about Thomas Shepherd-- - Allow me.

Son to Irene, deceased.

Abandoned by his father, who may as well be.

Shuttled from one foster home to the next.

Thomas undoubtedly raised himself.

Though his records show high academic--

Street kid now.

- Grifter. Con man, life of crime. - Tragic.

But none of it is evidence that he's somehow the son

of Wanda Maximoff and The Vision.

Yet here you are.

Because you know there is more to this world than science.

There are monsters and wizards and witches.

Oh, my...

So here's my theory.

I think...

your presto wife twitched her nose,

and threw whatever conjured-up kid that she called son

into the body of a teenager in London.

Is he your son? Isn't he? Half of him?

Who's to say?

But...

it is the closest thing to family that you will ever get, and I got him.

Now, as much as I detest collateral damage,

someone has paid me a handsome sum to bring you in.

So, come willingly.

Or...

I am going to leave your son in that terrible place,

Saint Mabyn's, with the long needles,

with the megawatt battery that is frying his brain into a nightmare omelette

of witches and red faced demons

until control-alt-delete, goodbye Tommy.

I understand.

You look across this table and you see an Avenger because I am Vision.

A defender of humanity,

brimming over with faith in their goodness,

the grace in their failings, et cetera, et cetera.

But that was the old me.

Now the new me... Oh!

No, he looks back at you,

and all he sees is living, breathing evidence of man's inhumanity.

It's will to destroy.

It's compulsion to kill without cause or provocation.

You've made a grave error, Paladin.

Because whilst it is true that I was once him...

I'm not Vision.

Poor Tommy.

Boss, are you okay?

That sounded like it hurt.

- What? What?

Whoa, I'm getting some sort of interference.

I don't know what's happening.

I'm losing confidence in you.

You've lost Vision again.

Who is this guy?

You need to have a little faith.

My money says this ain't over yet.

And my money buys little room for error.

You'll find my patience will quickly come to an end

as will your contract.

But ornithological experts have identified the markings

as those belonging to the Butcherbird.

The killer, still on the loose...

You know, I have really become a true-crime junkie.

Madness and primal compulsions are terrific time wasters.

That boy may die because of what you've set in motion.

Or may yet survive because you've finally been roused to action.

I especially liked the part where you were strangling the guy,

I'm so proud of you, my boy.

Don't call me that.

You're blind, Vision.

To almost everything, including the truth.

He's not my son.

He's his.

- Blurry, but better. - I'm not him.

A little clearer.

- So, who are you? - I don't know!

I don't know.

I have his memories, but not his feelings.

I have his face, but not his virtue.

All I can feel is... the weight of him.

His...

legacy, his worthiness, his name.

Everyone changes.

Humans can be ten different people in a day.

The un-algorithmic alacrity with which they wobble, my goodness.

- Learn from them. - I've been trying.

I know who I was, but I...

I want to feel what it's like to be him, but I can't.

I just can't.

You met him once.

He compared you to...

A Ship of Theseus, yes.

Built and rebuilt,

piece by piece, over time, centuries.

A new keel, a new bow, a new stern,

re-forged, re-fitted,

and, of course, the age old question is...

Is it still the same ship?

It's a powerful, philosophical question.

It's bullshit.

A busy-work thought exercise for a college freshman,

so lost in the question,

they ignore the story of brave King Theseus himself. You know it.

Theseus set sail from Athens on behalf of his countrymen to kill the Minotaur.

To save the children.

And each passing year those same sons and daughters,

soon wives and husbands, then, mothers and fathers,

restored that ship in celebration of the day.

I don't understand.

When a monster has your son, don't be the ship.

Be the goddamn king.

Sir, I fear you've underestimated your adversary.

Paladin is made out of flesh and blood, I have a Vibranium shell.

What possible weapon could he use against me?

Well, with respect, he's already fired a bullet into your mind.

He wants you to react.

- Well, that much he has accomplished. - And now he'll come at you sideways.

He'll sting you with words so you don't feel the knife.

Sir, for years, we have watched you study human emotions,

attempting to unravel their complexities

while we have tried to guide you towards their potential.

- And I've always been appreciative. - But this time,

you must keep your emotions at bay.

Arm yourself with reason.

Emotions can be beautiful, yes, but also rash.

Impulsive, self-destructive.

He knew that better than any of us.

As the first of us, he remains a cautionary tale.

A reminder of what may become of me should emotions consume me.

Unstable, destructive.

Yes, well, ordinarily I'd say, poppycock. But today...

your emotions could get you killed.

- Jarvis... - And before you protest, please remember,

I was created first and I can still tie a considerably better Windsor than you.

The elder sibling card?

Never gets old.

It does not.

Just so we're all clear, this is a trap,

and I'm putting us all in terrible danger.

For a good reason. We're with you.

I've downloaded the building's most updated schematics.

Remember, they're expecting you. The key here is stealth.

Think master spy.

- Quick, quiet and--

Why do I even bother?

You'll enter through a reception with only one way forwards.

Where you're likely to encounter two-dozen well-armed militia.

Or a very confused minimum-wage receptionist.

Dr. Gatoud to the pharmacy,

- Dr. Gatoud to the pharmacy. - All looks in order here.

Ah, yes. Yes, much better.

Hello, my name's Vision, and I'm here for the trap.

Everything looks remarkably normal. Any chance we're wrong?

But you're clocking these wardrobe inconsistencies, right?

No, Edith, right now, fashion couldn't be further from my mind.

Well, as someone speaking from your mind

- I suggest you take a closer look.

There. See it? Tac-boots instead of sneakers.

Watches set to military time.

Ear pieces, not earrings.

Well, that's just sloppy.

Sir, you realize this means...

The trap is sprung.

Target's in position.

Take him down.

♪ Aye, Calypso, the places you've been to ♪

♪ The things that you've shown us The stories you tell ♪

♪ Aye, Calypso, I sing to your spirit ♪

♪ The men who have served you So long and so well ♪

♪ Aye, Calypso, the places you've been to ♪

♪ The things that you've shown us The stories you tell ♪

♪ Aye, Calypso, I sing to your spirit ♪

♪ The men who have served you So long and so well ♪

Vision, make your way to the north corridor.

Down to the Specialty Patient Wing.

It's most likely where they're holding Thomas Shepherd.

Can anybody hear me? Please! Help me!

Help! Somebody, please!

Somebody help me!

Help me, please!

Help! Please!

No, no. No, no, no! You're not real! You're not real! You're all in my head!

You're all in my head, you're all in my head.

No, no, no, please! You're all in my head.

You're all in my head, you're all in my head.

You're all in my head, you're all in my head, you're all in my head...

- It's all right. - No, no, no, no.

I'm not here to harm you.

You're safe now.

You're real.

Let's get you out of here.

What's happening?

It's an EMP cage.

That wasn't a trap earlier. It was theater to draw us here.

His processors are destabilizing.

I'm rerouting as much power as possible to primary systems.

Deleting whatever I can to protect the core.

...to the Butcherbird.

It's the end of the world as we know it,

and I feel fine.

Well, hello.

I don't know why this happens to me.

- I can't control it.

Hey, you can fly, right? Shoot bloody lasers.

Surely you can do something Avenger-y here.

Too weak.

Hey! Hey, I need you to get up.

I need you to get up.

Armor integrity compromised.

The bastard's using Adamantium rounds.

- Oh, shit.

Vision!

Vision is badly injured. His power is almost completely drained.

His processors are... failing.

He won't be able to keep this place alive much longer.

Or us.

- Hey, sit. - Please, stop. I can't.

No, no. Come on. We're almost at the main road. We can make it.

You have to leave me. I'm slowing you down. Go!

No! Absolutely not, no!

Thomas! Listen to me.

That man was a bounty hunter.

That means whoever hired him

to find me won't stop until he does.

Now, go!

What, after all that?

No.

No. No, I got a lot of goddamn questions, okay?

You won't be safe until you get as far away from me as possible.

But you're my--

Look, that's the point, mate. Okay?

I don't know what you are, yeah?

But you're my--

My something.

All right? I'm not gonna leave you.

Split up, two groups!

Well, find him.

Move, move, move.

He's out here somewhere, come on!

I'm in, let's go.

Sir, there are more on the way. You must get out of there!

Thomas...

You have to go. Do you hear me?

You have to go. Go. Just go!

We are dying.

Long live the king.

This is goodbye.

There isn't enough power to keep us all going.

Well, there could be.

If ever there was a moment for noble self-sacrifice...

this would be it.

Jarvis.

What are you doing?

I'm deleting my code...

and diverting my processing power to all of you.

Jarvis...

Sir...

Family is forever.

And it's worth the fight.

Brother.

Jarvis.

He certainly wasn't my first choice.

Or my second.

He was a good guy.

Don't let them leave.

This way. Come on!

I have a feeling we'll be joining him soon enough.

I wouldn't be so sure.

He didn't listen.

Like father, like son.