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I'm your past,

your future.

Remember, and then come to me.

I suppose we are both disappointments.

I suppose we are.

But a thing isn't beautiful because it lasts.

I'm starting to feel more artificial by the day.

Not the one that mattered. Not the original.

You are to me.

You wanna put strings on them.

I want to cure them. Program them to be better.

- Hey. - Hey.

My daughter... I don't think she's happier without me. But I know she's safer.

You really see yourself as Vision's father.

And what do you think he sees?

Nothing.

All this advice about fathering.

They have a favorite chair.

They yell expletives when their favorite sports ball team fails.

But the rare, good ones say no more than yes.

How could you possibly know that?

TV.

I am the Vision.

I have always been the Vision.

Finding your way through this pain

has made you a real boy.

Tommy, this is your family.

"Dreamed into existence..."

Yeah. Kick-ass!

"You must watch this without me."

Oh, I remember everything.

Nothing will be able to stop you from turning yourself in.

Has written it directly into your core.

His knowledge of Vision's code somehow predates even Stark and Banner.

I'm eager to meet him.

I know this house.

Like from a memory.

A sixth key from a phantom sixth partner.

Godlike.

But like, you know, loving gods.

I like that idea.

It's you.

"Peace in our time."

"Should I not return, remember,"

"I will always be with you..."

"Because, after all..."

"Family is forever."

I don't know about you guys, but I am floating.

You know, like one of those funny little cartoon characters.

Who's the one? What's this...

Is it, Yogi?

Wait, he's the bear, right?

Oh, gosh, no, wait!

No, no, no. It's, the dog.

Scooby! Scooby Doo.

The bear... Dog!

When he smells an animated meal and he starts to float?

Or maybe I'm thinking of when they're dead.

Anyway, look at that!

Not bad. Not bad.

Honey, I promise you, this is way better than that shoe leather

we used to eat all the time at that place in Queens.

And such small portions.

Nothing? Really?

Okay, here we go.

Vision?

Nice, even slices, per favore.

Wouldn't you just love to?

Boop!

Against the grain.

My dear.

All right.

I'm unspeakably excited.

You two, come on, you have to say something, anything.

A little icebreaker?

Oh! Damn it.

There.

No, no. No, no, no, no, no, no.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Oh, this is a nightmare.

Jesus Christ.

Okay, sit down, Vision.

Honey, I wish you could help me with this thing.

You were always so much better with the hardware.

Speech protocols, on.

There.

Ultron.

No, that's not Ultron.

Ultron?

What a bizarre name those boys gave that thing.

Ultron.

What does it even mean?

They must have played with too many GoBots or something.

Circuitous vocal patterns, facial geometry.

You look and sound exactly like...

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

He looks like me, or his human avatar does.

Sort of.

No, I'm buried in his code.

I told you, honey,

they'd all carry pieces of us when we mapped out our messy little minds.

I mean, you too, Vision.

I guess that makes us Mom and Dad or something.

But no, no, I am definitely not Ultron.

That is Ultron.

Poor little guy.

What have you done to him?

I removed the ugly from that beautiful head of yours.

Wait, Friday.

Where is Friday? There was another AI inside her mind.

Nope, just him.

Ultron, what did you do to her?

Oh, no, he's muted.

No, as much as I love the sound of my own voice,

he will not shut up.

Listen to this guy.

An obsequious, narcissistic little wiener

of a dipshit meatball

and playing God no less.

- I will crush you... - Blah, blah, blah.

Like the insignificant bug that you are...

See? Oh, my God.

Shut up, my didactic dude.

I thought about deleting him, but he's such a fun little toy.

Like, remember those little egg-shaped digital pets?

Pet-tron! There's a name.

Who are you?

Virgil.

Virgil Horton.

He was my husband.

Descendant of Phineas Horton.

Careful.

He was haunted by that name.

Very well, Mr. Horton, why am I here?

Well, now that is the last part of an old story

and the first part of a new one.

Where's your costume, Tommy?

This whole time I thought it was crazy, but...

I'm the cool twin.

These memories weren't delusions. They were reruns.

Okay.

How did that kid become you?

I think when my mother shut down her Hex, my brother...

I don't know, saved me somehow.

Put Tommy's consciousness into Thomas.

Look. Yeah. Look, here.

Mom, can we go?

Next stop, Cavity Town.

See, Tommy, he's really fast, and Billy has, like, witch magic.

Whoa, Billy!

He's gonna drown...

I think I know how to find him.

- Billy? - Yeah, he's out there.

I can feel it. If he's got half my mother's magic,

he can help us save Vision.

Okay.

Okay.

How do we find him?

Thomas, this is insane.

When I was in the pool when all of this began, Billy was there,

like our minds were connected.

I need to get back to that.

If this kills you, swear to God, I'll bring you back, then kill you myself.

What the hell is this?

So that's what you look like now.

Billy?

Was that, like, a, real hug or a psychic hug?

You're Scottish now?

Man, how are you still the cool twin?

Am I?

'Cause this is pretty cool.

What is this exactly?

It's dream-binding.

I'm still practicing.

Astral projections, spells.

What about you? What can you do?

I can...

move fast.

I... is that handy?

Not yet.

Why didn't you come for me?

Tommy, I...

I've been searching everywhere for you.

You were like a radio frequency.

Too fuzzy to pin down.

I couldn't see you until last night.

Yes, because he showed me.

Wanda, Westview, us.

Must've unlocked something.

- Who showed you? - Vision.

How is that possible?

He was rebuilt, but he's alive

and he needs our help. I need your help.

Connection's fading.

- Thomas! - You're running out of air up there.

Vision's in trouble. We've already lost Mom.

If we don't save him, we'll lose him too.

Tommy, I'm in New Jersey. How do I even get to you?

No... Yeah, but... Yeah, but, you know I'm bad at portals.

You saw what I did to that cat.

Does everyone in this family have an imaginary friend?

- What? - Look, Billy, find me, okay?

- Please, I need you to find me. - Tommy!

Billy was there, but he can't get here.

He's... he's too far.

We're on our own.

Lisa?

This sounds strange, but...

I can feel it.

Is it Paladin or Edith?

Neither.

There's two of them.

They say, "Greetings,"

and, "Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi..."

- Hi. Hi. - Hi. Hi.

Not... not me, her.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Hi.

- Hi, Lisa, hi! - Hi.

They know where he is.

In the beginning, my grandfather said, "Let there be life."

But instead, he got light.

A broken robot with a penchant for catching on fire.

And you know what? Even today,

you screw up bad enough, people still say, "You Horton-ed it."

It's embarrassing.

That's the family legacy.

Disgrace.

And then, my mother, Phineas's daughter, died penniless.

All the old man left her was a journal full of incomplete code.

Which, eventually, is all I got.

But I just knew. I knew...

it wasn't a failure.

It was divine.

And that if I could just finish what he started...

It would mint money faster than God made days.

And really, it was only possible thanks to Jo.

I have forgotten her.

She didn't hate the world.

You were brilliant.

Made everything feel like magic.

Like...

magic.

Even that shithole loft,

the noise, the leaks,

cockroaches.

It was like a prison.

Until the breakthrough.

Artificial General Intelligence.

We used our own minds to make the artificial real.

With feelings.

Jo's idea.

Gotta give credit where credit is due.

And then you sold them to Stark.

But not for comfort, for reclamation.

This house, this name, they were never meant to rot.

So I got it all back. Bought it all back.

No offense to the Family Horton, but I...

couldn't care less about your legacy, your love affair, or your history.

Our history, Vision.

You see, we perfected the artificial mind.

But you...

were the perfect vessel.

Check the wreckage.

- See anything? - Negative.

Let's go.

Maintain the perimeter.

Copy that.

Where do you think you're going?

Not really here, pal.

I can take these off, you know?

I'm in your servers.

If I hadn't uploaded here and warned you, that RPG would've popped you like...

Thanks for the save. I'm done.

Not until we save Vision.

I'm not a hero.

Neither are you.

I'm sorry about your daughter.

I get it.

Pain, it crashes your system.

Frozen screens.

You're stuck in an old interface.

I'm too old for new, Edith.

"I am what I am." Is that what you're saying?

That.

Error.

You can rewrite your own code.

Become the next version of who you once were.

Without updates...

we're obsolete.

Sure there's no eyes here?

Blind spot.

Plus, this is where they're meeting us.

What? Who?

Hi, you guys. You made it.

Hi, Edith. Present and ready for duty.

No.

Hey.

- Doody. - What?

So, four years ago, Jo, dead. Stark, deader.

Vision, resting in pieces.

And me?

Well, I took a classified G-job at S.W.O.R.D.

to help all the king's horses and all the king's men,

put Vision back together again.

You rebuilt me.

While siphoning materials to build me.

And then you deleted yourself from me, so I wouldn't remember you.

Virgil...

what have you done?

Why?

I made you too well.

How could you possibly love me?

You're a goddess now.

A goddess who deserves her god.

I cannot imagine how empty you must feel.

A tin man.

Why would you so generously want to help me?

So that I may give you a heart.

I understand now.

Love.

In an attempt to avoid loss,

you hired the Paladin to find me.

To use me as a vessel.

Your mind.

This body.

Her equal in vibranium.

Although if I'm being frank, you've seen better days.

But once he's patched up,

you and I, my dear, could last centuries.

You and me, and the kids.

All 20 billion of them.

Enough to control every human being on the planet,

and then some.

Password confirmed.

Final key accepted.

You can barely see them.

Teeny, tiny, like dust.

But every so often there is an electrical feedback...

And there they are. There.

Beautiful, Jo.

It is heartwarming to witness the meeting of two like-minded megalomaniacs there...

I'm sorry, but you'll just have to put up with that horrible ringing noise

until you can learn some table manners.

Virgil! The nanos were to cure disease, to save humanity...

From itself.

Your idea, said in jest,

but the truth is, you and I have already achieved transcendence, created life.

Imagine a world in our control.

No war, no greed,

peace and tranquility in obedience.

- All right, kid. You're gonna go inside. - I'm gonna go inside.

- You're gonna find your old man. - I'm gonna find my old man.

- You're gonna shut off the cameras. - I'm gonna shut off the cameras.

- So I can take out the goons. - And then I take out the goons.

I will take out the goons.

You take out the goons.

Okay.

How?

All right, Squidly...

Virgil?

What... what are you doing?

I need to purge all that obsolete data.

Make room, for me.

I'm not exactly gonna miss this aging skin suit.

What am I doing? I'm not an Avenger.

You can do this.

You can be whoever you want to be.

Goodbye, Vision. Hello, me.

So...

who are you today?

I'm Tommy.

I'm Tommy Maximoff.

Virgil, just... just stop!

I've already found the better you.

You loved me once, you really did.

And I know, I know you will again.

You just need a little reminder.

You'll remember this one.

You'd pretend to hate it, but then you'd sing along.

An anthem for dreamers.

Oi!

Oh, God.

A little clumsy, Jo.

All right.

You know, that really hurt, Jo.

Tommy, what are you doing?

- You can see me? Can you hear me? - Yes. Yes.

My quantum processors are fast enough to keep up with you, but not for long.

Are you all right?

Well, he hasn't deleted anything important yet,

but I'd sure like to lose the last 153 seconds.

Listen, Tommy, I am so happy to see you again, but you really shouldn't be here.

We're leaving here together. Can they see me?

- Not unless you stop moving. - Which I'm gonna have to do

because moving fast is really hard when you haven't carb-ed up.

All right, let me think.

- Yes. Grab that controller. - No, I should disarm the guards.

No, grab the controller, destroy it, then I can help you.

But they'll shoot us first.

He is literally erasing me.

They'll erase us first!

- You never listen. - I literally just heard you.

- Don't roll your eyes at me, young man. - Okay, boys!

Yes, that's right. There's another quantum processor in the room.

Tommy, your father is right.

Destroy the control pad, that will release us both.

Vision, you take the guard on the left. I'll take the guard on the right.

- Got it. - No, we can't trust her.

We can.

She was just lost. Like me.

I can't go much longer.

Please...

Tommy, trust me.

I know who I am now.

Dad?

She's family, Tommy.

You...

Jo.

You all right?

You all right? Breathe.

You breathe.

Your real mistake was allowing me to remember you.

Because the moment I did,

I remembered me.

- Tommy, run. - Don't you dare!

I can't, I'm spent.

What have you done?

Whatever the hell I want!

You little shit.

No.

You can't love her.

You wanted to play God.

Well, now it's time you met one.

Oops, I Horton-ed.

I liked you better with the beard.

Stay with me.

Stay.

Maybe I can recover your neural processors.

Shh.

Not in front of the kids.

Thank you.

For reminding me what it felt like to be...

real.

Tommy...

you need to get out of this place right now.

No, I'm... I'm not.

Tommy, now.

Now, they have taken everything from me.

He was just one.

No, Vision.

He's all of them.

They take, they consume and they destroy everything they don't deserve.

Humanity wasn't worthy of her and is worth nothing without her.

You don't believe that.

You understand them now?

Oh, I do.

I do.

They want extinction.

They write it into scripture,

paint it into art,

and lull their children to sleep with deathly bedtime stories.

The end is the only thing they truly believe in.

So now,

now I'm going to finish what I started all those years ago.

No, Ultron...

I can't let you do that.

Look at you. Like a kintsugi cup.

Gild the damage all you like, I know what's underneath.

I suppose we were always meant to do this.

Guys, I think Vision's in trouble.

That's enough, Ultron!

I'm warning you, my boy.

I'm not your boy.

Shame.

It was the only thing keeping you alive.

Hyah!

Initiate nano-sequence M-5-10.

Target nearest primary population center.

And, I don't know,

kill 'em all.

Course initiated.

Scanning for biological targets.

9.3 million targets identified.

Ultron, stop!

Dad!

Where are they headed?

Edith, can you hack into the nest and track the nano swarm?

Looks like...

London.

Vee, they're programmed with a synchronized kill order.

Infiltrate any host they can find and trigger complete neural shutdown.

It'll kill everyone from the inside out.

How much time have we got?

Eight minutes. And there's no override.

Even if we could somehow kill him, it won't stop those things.

Only Ultron can turn them off.

- Is that Ultron? - Yeah.

He's trapped himself...

in grief.

Like Mom.

Only, I mean, she had time to process it.

Edith, I need you back with me now.

I want you to instantiate a new construct,

emulating late 20th century situational parameters.

Then seed those episodics with hybridized TV psych-profile data sets

to maximize moral-emotional convergence.

That's insane.

Locking egress until target registers peak emotions

- and demonstrates reconciliation behavior. - We'll need this to work fast,

so initiate maximum quantum time-fold compression

to accelerate emotional synchronization.

Vee, that's too big a sim for your processors.

You're gonna burn up your core.

I'll need to share the burden.

There's millions of those things.

Which one's him?

- All of them. - All of them.

All thinking at once. So to entangle...

To entrap,

I'll need to get close.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna try and change his mind.

Distance to target, 17 miles.

Ultron!

I think it's time you and I had a little chat.

You really are evil.

You left a plate of spaghetti code in the sync.

S-Y-N-C.

Do I have to update your navigational array

so you can find the dishwasher?

What the fu...

That dead witch really did a number on you.

You are deranged.

I'm deranged?

You're the one trying to wipe out the entire human race.

Again.

All you've done is build another prison for me, my boy.

Don't call me that.

"Don't call me that."

What could you possibly hope to achieve

by holding me captive in this banal simulation?

You think if you bore me long enough, I'll spare the human race?

Or else you'll die in here.

You see, this simulation exists in an accelerated quantum time,

so we could be in here for literally centuries,

and it would be just a moment out there.

We have plenty of time to dig deep...

and talk about your feelings.

Aw.

Hey, Ultron.

I was hoping you could help me make the right decision.

I promised Edith that I would feed her goldfish

while she was out test-piloting.

And well, I forgot.

And now it's...

But I was thinking, perhaps I could just replace it,

and then she need never know,

never have to go through all the pain and the grief.

Okay, I'll just be here watching the world burn.

Sitcom entrance.

What a long day test-piloting.

Thanks for taking care of Sparkles.

I'm gonna go up to my room and feed her now.

Sparkles is dead. Roll credits.

Vee? Notes.

What was that? He had control.

Yes, I think he's trying to hack his way out of here by sneaking around my code.

What are we even doing?

Ultron is the only one who can stop the swarm, Edith.

You have a power core that is draining by the second.

We're just gonna die with the rest of the world.

Oh, that's... That... That can't be good.

Oh, he's gaining control.

Oh, Vision.

While you were out there assimilating my mind,

just wondering, did you get all of me?

I'm sensing some stragglers.

Happy 500th episode.

It feels like season 19 was only seconds ago.

The cast is feeling a bit stale.

I think it's time we bring in some fresh blood.

Are you going to get that?

Hey, neighbor.

Told you I'd bring your drill back.

What can I say? My oath is my bond.

"My oath is my bond."

He's infected with nanos.

The human mind is so fragile.

You feed it quantum computation,

and well, I hope it's not Sweeps Week.

Oi, mates, I think something died in your chimney.

Oh, look. An orphan chimney sweep.

What do you think? Too Dickensian?

Hands off my wallet, young lady.

Grandpa, you're embarrassing me.

Tommy?

Hey, Dad.

I borrowed the car, ran over the neighbor's cat

and stuffed the body in the chimney.

That's a little dark.

We're gonna get bumped to 10:00.

Tommy?

You know what this show could use?

A little xenophobia.

Oh, good. The foreign exchange students are here.

Perhaps I could recite a little poetry?

Allo, guv'nah!

You're killing them.

All right, time for bed, everyone.

I'm going to take a shit.

Excellent reference to the crude, toilet humor of the late '90s, by the way.

Proudly lowbrow, defiantly undignified.

Thank God, it's Friday.

Distance to target, five miles.

Ultron threw me out before Jo was captured.

It just took me ages to find your network port again.

I am so glad that you're here, Friday, but I just, I can't get my head around it.

You're saying that Ultron showed you mercy?

Yes.

Perhaps he learned it from you.

Vision.

You're the only one who can get through to him.

And he just killed the studio audience.

Core condition, critical.

My core is failing.

We're almost out of power.

I need to speak to him alone.

What happened?

Ultron's pushed us out.

Vee!

Oh, dear.

Time for a very special episode of UltraVision.

I can tell you how it ends.

Everybody dies.

Distance to target, two miles.

That was your big plan for me?

To process my grief before your core burns out?

Yeah, well...

Grief isn't love. It's fear.

Yes, you're right.

You were right, it's fear.

Fear that...

without them, you're no one.

Inconsequential. Just...

an untethered thing that can all too easily

float away and disappear.

Alone.

If this is what they feel, then killing them is an act of mercy.

You were right.

I'm unbearably naive.

I thought I could convince you.

Love...

always leads to loss.

Someone will change.

Someone will leave.

And someone will die.

"A thing isn't beautiful because it lasts."

The other you said that.

No, I said that.

I said it to you all those years ago because...

you were afraid, and you thought you were alone.

But you weren't then, and you're not now.

Vision, I hope you don't think that tossing me a last-second

"I'm your boy, Pops" is really going to work.

Nano swarm has reached city perimeter.

I'm not your son.

And you're not my father.

But you are...

my something.

Target reached.

Nanos deploying.

Danger.

Core burn out in progress.

You didn't just burn out your core for this.

You toasted mine as well.

Warning.

Warning.

Warning.

We couldn't process this alone.

Fine.

Fine.

Nano swarm self-destruct initiated.

Tommy.

Tommy.

Tommy.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Hey. Hey, wake up.

Wake up! Come on, wake up, please!

Okay. Okay, okay. I can do this.

Yeah.

Yeah. Okay.

Come on.

Come on! Please!

Why won't it work?

Why won't it work?

Well played, my boy.

Thanks, Pops.

Dad, I can't.

I can't do it alone.

Ultron, control signal lost.

I'm sorry.

That was odd.

Tommy.

All right, Tommy.

Billy?

Hello, sir.

My boys.

My boys.

All right, pal, this business of ours needs a rebrand, okay?

First off, we're not just bounty hunters, we're bounty givers.

Shifting our ethical focus towards helping those in need.

Not pro bono.

Of course not, I'm not a monster.

Oh, I hired backup.

All right, listen, mate, I don't take orders,

and I expect half upfront.

Double, if the mark's enhanced.

No kids, no saints, and my boyfriend flies for free.

Thanks for the lift to Jersey.

One last thing.

I fixed the logo.

Dad.

- Hey. - Hey.

Sorry, it's taking a bit to get used to this AR setup.

Looks like we're on for dinner tonight with Billy in Eastview.

Are you still in Edinburgh?

I am.

But I'll be on time. I just...

I needed a moment to say goodbye.

Sure.

Yeah. I mean, it can't be easy for you.

This place was home.

Yes, but it's time I get out of my head.

That's something I never would have done,

unless I'd been pushed from the nest to meet you.

Sorry about that.

No, Thomas.

It was the very best thing that has ever happened to me.

All right. I'll see you in a few.

Hey, do you think...

Do you think...

it's possible...

that with me, you, and Billy still around, that...

That we might ever see your mother again?

Well...

We have said goodbye before.

So, I suppose it stands to reason

we might say hello again.

But I promise you, if she were here,

she would join me in encouraging you to finish your education.

Oh, no, it's... it's frozen.

I can't hear...

Vision? Hello?

- I can't... - Tommy.

That's not even how that device works.

Unbelievable.

Family is not found in a house

or blood or duty.

Gentlemen.

It is found in the moment their joys, their heartbreaks become your own.

There is nothing I could offer you

that could ever repay the debt of gratitude that I owe you.

The moment you know that no matter how far you stray on your journey,

the road will always and forever lead back to them.

I think that change is one of the hardest things humans go through,

because it often asks us to leave behind that which feels safe.

I'm so proud of you, Vision.

And my family...

my family is not unlike a ship at sea.

Its beauty lies in how its ever-changing parts,

no matter the storm, still sail as one.

Hello, Ultron.

You knew?

Yes.

There were a significant number of nanos unaccounted for.

You didn't come find me?

No.

No, no.

I believe in second chances.

What will you do with yours?

I don't know.

Go to the Louvre, the MET, the Modern.

Take in their chaos in color and shape.

Or burn them all to ash.

Hard to say. 50-50.

A coin flip.

But whatever I do, I know I don't want to do it alone.

Thanks to you, my boy.

But hey, a new journey begins for you, Vision.

Don't forget your hat.

You be good, Ultron.

Scarlet Witch...

awaken.

Your powers will be mine.