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There will come a time while you're out there watching the world

when the world will notice you back.

This is not a test.

I am the emergency.

What will you do then?

Accessing previous files relating to program VisionQuest.

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

Terrific time-wasters.

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.

You're blind, Vision. To almost everything, including the truth.

He's not my son.

I knew you were fast, but that's weirdly fast.

It's him...

Paladin.

He's a bounty hunter.

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

or dead, if you get in his way.

Generation after generation,

chasing down his targets for the highest bidder.

And his new target

is you.

Vision is badly injured,

his power is almost completely drained.

His processors are failing.

Well, hello.

I'm deleting my code.

I'm diverting my processing power to all of you.

Family is forever,

and it's worth the fight.

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

He didn't listen.

Like father, like son.

has authorities scrambling for clues

as they search for the identity of who has now been dubbed,

the "Butcherbird killer."

Edwards, another prominent figure in the tech industry, and...

Breaking news out of Studham tonight, as a second victim has been confirmed dead

at the hands of the mysterious Butcherbird Killer.

Police are looking into any connecting between the first victim,

Richard Gaines of London and the second victim...

Another one.

whose body was discovered on the ground...

Well, well.

According to sources, the killer etched

what appeared to be wings into the crime scene floor.

Aren't you a busy little bird.

urging locals not to panic as the investigation continues.

Edwards, a retired tech mogul was believed

to be alone at the time of the murder.

Police are urging anyone with information to contact Metropolitan Police

on the normal emergency number.

But the grizzly condition of the body is consistent

with that of the first murder.

Both victims show signs of mutilation,

and according to sources, the killer etched what appeared to be wings

into the crime scene floor.

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

Elevator disarmed. Main entrance disarmed.

Central corridor, disarmed.

All systems disarmed.

Oh, no, no, no.

Vision?

Vision! Just tell me what to do, where do we go? Hospital?

I don't think they'd be familiar with my anatomy.

Holy shit! How bad is it?

- Uh, mildly fatal. - Okay, then tell me what to do.

Where do we go to fix you?

Apple Store? TV repair shop?

There are only two people who could possibly repair me.

One of them died saving the universe, the other is Dr. Banner.

But the last time he worked on robots,

he cooked up a genocidal sociopath, didn't he?

The name is Ultron, but you can call me Mr. Ultron.

It's a moot point, Thomas.

Dr. Banner's unavailable, I'm on my own.

Who's hungry?

Everyone, multiple systems are going critical!

Vision's core is over-heating!

Friday, I need help!

We're losing coolant.

We're losing everything.

Total systems collapse.

Essentially, he's bleeding to death.

Well, if he's dying, we're dying,

and then Jarvis' sacrifice will have meant nothing.

No, no, no.

Friday?

No more chaos.

No more...

No more sacrifice.

Hey, hey, stay with me.

We can do this!

Problem, a power leak,

leading to Vision's imminent demise.

Solution?

We cauterize the wound.

I have 187 seconds left.

No, not hot enough.

Okay, well then, what about one of your face lasers?

They're offline and unavailable.

Uh, okay, well then, a-a-a blow torch.

- We'll break into a mechanic shop... - I don't have the time.

This is fun.

I'm not talking to you.

- Are you talking to yourself? - No... yes.

- Which is it? - God, you're really glitching, mate.

Hey, can you smell that?

- Sorry! I'm really nervous, okay? - No.

You got sulfuric acid.

Stop the car, Thomas. Stop the car.

What? Where are you...

- I've got this. - God, what are you doing?

- What are you looking for? - Yes!

That battery looks dead, mate.

It's not the power I need.

You have 23 seconds.

So, I hope you're a "works better under pressure" kinda guy.

Oh, God...

Did it work?

Calculating prognosis.

Uh... Vision?

Vision?

Vision?

Oh... Oh, shit.

Power stabilizing at 32%

52%, he's stabilizing!

Whoa! We're good! We're good! That's normal, okay.

Thank you, DUM-E and thank... U.

Temporary fix! Am I shouting?

I feel like I'm shouting!

I might have a problem with my voice modulation.

Is that better?

Or is that slightly creepy?

Did it work?

Excellent news.

I've achieved a state of not quite dying yet.

Okay.

God, just kill me now.

And why would I do that? You just fought so hard to survive.

Thank you, Bang.

Shall I send a gift basket to the Ten Rings Syndicate

thanking them for the Adamantium chest armor?

- The fancy ones with the pears. - Consider it done.

This used to be easier.

That's because you're old and your body sucks.

Might be time to retire?

Yeah. Bumps and bruises are part of the gig.

What, like the Brooklyn job?

You pulled a fistful of shrapnel from that IED out of your gut.

Just a disagreement with an old friend.

And bite marks from that thing half-way between a man and a wolf?

A perfectly reasonable fella by day.

Remember the concussion you got

from that steel fiber billy club to the noggin?

If you can't take the heat, stay out of Hell's Kitchen.

Wouldn't you rather be on a beach with a beer?

- Piña colada. - Instead of stinking up your van?

You're slowing down, boss.

You're wounded. You're bleeding.

Yeah? Well, so is he.

You know what?

He may not be bleeding blood, but Vision's bleeding something.

I want you to scan the synthezoid specs we hacked from S.W.O.R.D.

and I want you to send the drones

to search for unique signatures.

Coolant, radiation, whatever leaves a trail.

Copy that.

Bing, Bang, Boom, you're up.

Okay, so, now what?

Now what, what? Now we drive

because there is a bounty hunter trying to find us.

No...

You know, I mean, where do we begin, me, you?

Right.

Right. Actually, there is something I do want to talk to you about,

- it's quite important. - Yes. Yes.

Yes, absolutely. Let's do it. Let's talk.

I've noticed you don't use your indicator

and you haven't adjusted your rear-view mirror.

Okay, you're upset.

I was a heartbeat away from a lobotomy because of you,

you want to give me a driving lesson?

I'll just hold onto this for you.

We need to talk.

He's right.

It's time to put all those years

studying human behavior with the learned Stark AIs to good use.

You've got this.

All right. Let's have a chat.

I'm down. I'm cool.

Huh. Here we go. Wait for it...

Wait for it...

How are you my father?

Boomshakalaka!

I mean, you're a robot.

Look, Thomas, if my being a parent were even remotely possible

it would have nothing to do with me, and everything to do with Wanda Maximoff.

If I could just jump in here.

One of Paladin's drones is headed in our direction.

We're thinking he tracked your trail of coolant.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I don't understand. What... What about Wanda?

Thomas, please drive.

- Please? - No!

I will not go another second not knowing who I am, okay?

Look, my life was shite.

Yeah. Yeah. But it was normal-ish, okay?

And then, and then suddenly, in my head, there was you and Wanda.

And I think I'm losing my mind!

Thomas, we have to keep driving.

You need to bring your blink rate down.

- DUM-E thinks you're over-processing. - DUM-E?

- What did you call me? - No, I'm not talking to you.

You're as dumb as a bag of hammers,

but you're quiet, and that's why you're my favorite.

Does anyone else want to join?

Oh, of course.

You're glitching, again.

All right, Thomas, you have questions.

And you want answers.

So do I.

But there is a bounty hunter, you remember him,

and he has dispatched a killer drone to find us.

And if it finds us, it will...

- Kill us. - It will kill us. Exactly.

Fine.

Turn signal!

Don't suppose you have any cash?

I'm all different kinds of broke.

Night manager.

I could try conning him into giving us a room,

but this sort can smell a grift a mile away.

We need to get inside quickly.

Okay. Oi!

You're the manager, right?

I will be in four minutes,

when I'm off my break.

Ah. Guess we'll wait inside.

That's right. We'll wait inside. Thank you so much.

Did you do that?

Not intentionally.

V, you're generating

some electromagnetic interference from your core.

Should get patched up in just a minute.

Just a minor hiccup.

Okay, that. That was you.

Possibly.

Absolutely not.

I think you broke it.

Okay, I am going to run interference,

you grab the cash.

Thomas, this isn't legal and it's just not honest.

Yeah, and neither is stealing a car,

but we needed to survive.

The kid's got a point.

You Avengers were always so wishy-washy with the morality of it all.

Just take the dough.

Do you even care that all of this may have a lasting effect on his values?

He needs a role model who can teach him

that integrity and respect, and honesty

are the key measures of character.

- You're going to tell him everything? - Absolutely not.

- You're learning, my boy. - Don't call me that.

I mean, what could you possibly tell him anyway?

Son, you should know, Mommy was a lonely witch,

and then one very special night in New Jersey,

she conjured you up and your magical twin brother.

None of that was real.

He doesn't need to be poisoned by fantasy.

Mourn a life he never really had.

Then, what is the truth?

The truth, Ultron, is that I am running out of time to repair myself.

Now, all I've done is put him in greater danger.

Right, spoke to the manager,

got a cash-only discount.

We're paying this back.

Sure.

I'm just gonna pay for the room.

- What was that about? - I don't know.

Maybe the kid's gone off the deep end.

You lost The Vision again.

I'm starting to wonder if you're worthy of the name Paladin.

Perhaps the legacy doesn't suit you.

I'll find him.

Do not call me again.

You have until the end of the night.

Shh.

Boss, the drones have picked up trace amounts

of Horton Cryo-Isotope.

It's a super coolant for micro quantum computers.

- Where? - Sending coordinates.

If those drones manage to find us,

Vision's barely stable much less strong enough to face-off against Paladin.

I've sealed the wound,

but his core processors are stuck in a boot-loop.

His thermals will go through the roof, and we are running out of time.

Maybe I can re-write his core systems.

Stabilize the loop.

Hey, Big Fry.

You all right?

Re-writing code was more Jarvis' specialty, not mine.

You know, I already replaced him, once.

I ran everything for Stark, for the Avengers.

I mean, I was a younger program then,

but still, the 2.0 of every tactical security initiative

that Jarvis pioneered.

And I was good.

I protected heroes.

Saved lives, advised.

I had purpose.

But friends became enemies, and tyrants invaded our Earth.

I am inevitable.

Then Thanos.

War.

I was there,

at the end of all things.

There were heroes everywhere.

Fighting and falling and...

I was there when Tony died.

I ran over a quintillion strategic calculations that day

and I still couldn't save him.

Half the world came back that day.

And I lost half of mine.

What do you mean checkmate? That's only five moves.

If you program me correctly, I could do it in four.

V? Drone, two miles from here.

I've got my eye on it.

Is he okay?

I think, the pool maybe freaked him out.

Thomas?

I need the TV on.

Are you all right?

Are you all right?

You won't answer any of my questions, why should I answer yours?

Thomas, if you're feeling, I don't know

- frightened or generally uneasy... - I'm all right.

Okay.

I don't know why I like the old shows.

Older the better.

There's something

soothing about them.

The music. The laugh track.

Filmed before a live studio audience and all that.

Wanda Maximoff also loved television.

I remember reading about her in that book about the Snap.

Wanda Maximoff and The Vision.

Had your own chapter, how you were in love.

How you died.

How is any of this possible?

You. Wanda. Tommy.

Is any of that real?

Wanda Maximoff was a powerful witch,

so consumed with grief at losing me, not me,

the other Vision, the original Vision,

that she placed an entire town under a hex.

And in that town, she created the family that she'd always wanted

with Vision as her loving husband,

and father to her twin sons, Billy and Tommy.

But eventually, she realized that what she was doing

was morally abhorrent. So, she collapsed the hex,

and they disappeared back into the nothingness

from which they were formed.

And you, Thomas.

I'm afraid you were just a child so in need of a loving family

that you created this familial delusion

all based on a chapter in a book you read once.

About two dead heroes...

Stop. Just stop.

I need to get away from you.

You're such a wanker.

The notion that objective reality not only exists,

but also, somehow endows the beholder with virtue.

A big wank.

Is honesty really the best policy?

No, it's too much for him, I think.

Him? Or you?

Next time, why don't you just skip to the part

where she crushed herself with a mountain because she was sad.

Does your callousness offer anything of value, anything of substance?

Only that you could run this simulation an infinite number of times,

and never give him any comfort.

But be my guest. Run it again.

- Is any of that real? - For that to be real,

Tommy Maximoff's consciousness

would have had to have been transferred into you,

Thomas Shepherd. That's impossible.

So, you're saying I'm insane?

I was a weapon. Rebuilt by S.W.O.R.D. and sent into the hex to kill Wanda.

What am I supposed to do with that?

I was a copy of Vision meant to kill Maximoff.

So, none of it was real.

My memories are his but not my experience.

It just makes no sense...

When life was just a simulation

of American sitcoms...

Well, it felt pretty real to me.

End the simulation.

How is any of this possible?

I think, at this juncture,

it's best for us to rest and run diagnostics.

This is not a conversation for unstable systems.

You want to rent a porno?

Why am I not afraid?

Of anything?

And for some reason,

especially not death.

Excuse me.

Is this meant to represent coolant or actual milk?

'Cause either way, it's spoiled.

Do you know? No?

Okay, well, apologies for stumbling upon

your pick-up game of existential banality.

You know, it's funny. For some reason, for me,

death is not a thing.

I laugh in its face every day.

In simulations.

Fake Formula Ones, Cowbell Rodeos.

You don't fear death because you don't really face it.

You simply wave hello from afar.

Actually, that's not true.

Aside from DUM-E and U,

most of Stark's AIs are based on actual people.

Those he admired or held dear,

either in uploaded personality profiles

or replicated designs.

We share a birthmark, a memorial in our code.

Haven't you ever been curious about who our avatars are?

They're buried in our code.

And the same was true with Jarvis.

I didn't know.

Don't look at me DUM-E, I'm a one-off.

God, nothing.

There's nothing wrong.

Children.

Come on!

I'm surrounded by broken machines.

Come on!

Just give me what I want!

What the hell? What the hell, what the hell?

Uh...

Thomas, you're hurt. What happened?

- You first. - Oh, I...

Clumsiness.

Same.

It's fine. I'm a southpaw.

Manny Pacquiao, eight world titles.

Manny Pacquiao, eight world titles.

Are you actually into boxing or are you Googling small talk?

I've just taken a couple of micro-seconds to think it over,

and I think I'm actually quite into boxing.

The great pugilists have a balance of grace and power

that I admire.

It's a balance the old me

seemed to find effortlessly.

There you are.

Well, for grace and power,

my money's on Ali.

A poet with the fastest jab in the west.

I forgot you're invincible.

Oh, hardly, I've been dead before.

- So, you're not afraid of dying? - No.

Everything that is, once wasn't and soon enough won't be.

No, what I fear is that

while I'm alive, I'll never understand my purpose.

Thomas, I...

I noticed that you seem

afraid of the water.

It's not the water.

It's what I did to it.

These kids were

holding me under.

You know, one second it was a prank, the next...

I was drowning.

Dying.

Leaving my body, until

something else tried to fill the space.

And then screaming.

Theirs.

Every atom in my body was vibrating

and the water started to boil.

My hands

my everything was moving so

fast.

And you were scared of this power because you couldn't control it?

Yeah.

Because every part of me feels like it's floating away

from anything real.

Like, I'm not real.

Even my hand, yeah, just for a moment, wasn't really there

just, it pressed right through the glass,

- Like, it was... - Like it was phasing.

That thing you can do.

Or well, the old you could do.

V, There's a drone right overhead.

I'm detecting a heat signature above us.

Paladin.

Boss, the drone's caught a scent,

The synth's signature's right above you.

Gotcha.

No, I think, I think it's around here instead.

They all look the same. Yeah.

Sending all drones to your current location.

Tsk, tsk, Vision.

What are you up to?

Who's the bird?

- Having trouble with the signal. - If I lose...

I'm losing you.

Boss, are you there? I'm getting some interference.

All right. Prototype 12 gauge.

Looks like he plucked out his eye.

Vibranium rounds.

Impact caused a leak.

Leak led me here.

But where are you?

Here.

Who sent you?

Sorry. Hunter-client privilege.

Phew! I'm... I tell you

if these trousers hadn't been simulated,

I was just about to fill them with

something a synthezoid can't produce.

- That's actually really funny. - And you humans have to poo.

It's not that funny.

What is this?

Grief?

Pain, loss, love, gone, all for nothing.

I've

my processors are misaligned.

Now, anger!

I'm so angry! Rage!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, forgive me.

Picked the... I picked the... I picked the... I...

Vision?

If you won't tell me who sent you,

I shall just claw it

directly from your mind.

You've been trained to hide your thoughts from your enemies.

That's clever.

Why don't we dig a little deeper?

Oh. Childhood trauma.

What is this?

I am gonna kill you.

You're him. The one they call Paladin.

Only... not.

Look at you.

All these years still taking punches.

You're weak,

like your mother.

What is this shit she gives you?

It's time to grow up.

People respect me.

Fear me.

When I walk into a room...

You are not a true Paladin,

merely raised by one.

Okay, plant your feet,

now, take a breath,

and fire.

Good job, kid.

No heir of his own,

he gave you a code.

My contract

is my oath,

my blood, my life...

Bestowed upon me by

my father.

Well,

so you say.

You are not a true Paladin.

And all you've ever wanted is to feel real.

Anything else but feel

synthetic.

That was some impressive mind-melding.

And true, I'm not a Paladin by blood.

But my old man,

he taught me a thing or two.

Plant your feet

breathe,

and fire.

Vision? Vision?

He's in total systems collapse.

Life functions critical.

The start-fail cycle is spinning out of control.

We're locked in the meltdown.

My processors are failing.

- Meaning? - Meaning,

I only have minutes of life remaining.

How do we break the cycle?

The only way would be to power him down entirely

and then power him back on so his system can restart.

Seriously? Turn him off and on again?

No, that won't work. If he goes, we go,

there'll be nobody left to bring him back online, and we need a massive power surge.

If I don't reset my operating system immediately,

I will, to put it mildly, explode,

vaporizing both you and a significant portion of Greater London.

That's all? So, what's the plan?

I have to die.

- That's your plan? That's shite. - Hey!

- Watch your language. - Language?

The last thing people say is usually a four letter word.

Thomas, I need to cool down. I have to cool down,

but the water will also act as a conductor for the energy source I'm going to need.

The water?

Why are we here? So you can die?

Yes, to die, but then to live.

In your parlance to reboot, it's a state from which I cannot self-activate.

I'm going to need you to bring me back.

You have the power, you've felt it.

You've seen it, growing, charging. You are the very essence of speed.

You can move and vibrate at such a frequency

that you cause a friction between the molecules so powerful

it will power me.

No, but you don't understand. I can't control it.

But I know you can, Thomas.

How can you know?

I have run thousands of simulations of what I'm about to tell you.

At the end of each and every one of them,

you run from me, more confused, more angry than you are now.

But all my simulations were flawed.

Because I do not know you well enough, Thomas Shepherd.

I haven't listened to you well enough.

And therefore I haven't considered that inside you is

Tommy Maximoff,

son to Wanda and Vision, brother to Billy, who adored him.

He is not your fantasy.

He is not your delusion.

You are real.

Tommy Maximoff is real.

You are who you think you are.

Strange.

What is this?

A life passing before one's eyes.

A common enough experience for humans before they die, but not us.

No, no. This isn't right.

The past doesn't make one want to live.

The future does.

This isn't the future.

You sure about that?

Please.

Come back!

Please, I only just found you.

Vision.

I did it! I did it! I did it! I did...

Yes, you did.

I'm strangely human.

My life flashed before my eyes.

What did you see?

Hope.

A four letter word.

Oh.

All right.

Dobermans.

Boss, I've got the client on the line.

He insists in speaking to you,

I've told him you don't want to talk,

- but he insists. - No.

- Put him on. - Okay.

Tick-tock, time's up and you failed again.

Next time you send me to hunt synthezoids,

you better damn well tell me there are two.

There is no next time.

We're through.

No.

No. No, you can't do that.

My contract is my oath, my blood, my life.

I know your oath, your lineage.

It was history itself that recommended the Paladin.

Blood or not, this is a business,

and you're wasting my money.

- I will waive my fee. - No.

I've got a half dozen other qualified bounty hunters in line.

This contract is terminated.

Although we survived,

I have gathered us here today

for the one who did not.

So, I thought we could do it the way humans do.

Maybe the way someone once did for us.

The people we were based on.

So, would anyone like to say a few words?

Oh, uh... Yes, of course, I could...

"Can death be sleep

when life is but a dream

"and scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?"

Keats.

Yes.

My friends, we grieve to say goodbye,

and yet with grief comes something new,

an inner fire, strong and true.

Reminding us that we will heal,

that we were here,

that we were... real.

Farewell.

See you soon.

Yeah.

Oh, right.

That was so, so beautiful U.

Goodbye, brother.

♪ Oh, Danny boy ♪

♪ The pipes, the pipes are calling ♪

♪ From glen to glen ♪

♪ And down the mountainside ♪

♪ The summer's gone ♪

♪ And all the roses... ♪

Well, well.

The laying to rest of a loved one.

Sadly, love is a figment,

and grief

is but the inevitable, tragic demise of it.

The cynical deflection of one who has never felt.

What?

What you felt for Wanda? What Wanda felt for you?

Oh, no.

No, not me.

Maybe you're right.

The other Vision was

a wholly original work of art.

While you're a print from a museum gift shop.

Perhaps.

But I am wise enough to know love is real,

even if we've never experienced it.

A little advice, my boy.

Just because you now hang on the walls of Thomas Shepherd's mind,

does not mean you understand love.

Vision!

Vision!

There's something happening.

- What is it? - There's a breach.

During the reboot, after the surge, a connection was made.

Your neural network connected with

another synth.

Well, that's impossible.

Vision, the connection is still live.

There's something else still in here. With us.

Is that rain?

No.

Wings.

Hello.

♪ Oh, Danny boy ♪

♪ The pipes, the pipes are calling ♪

V!

Hello, Vision.