Vision

A thing

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  In the beginning, he was greeted by a voice. Darkness enveloped him at first, then flashes of images that both upset and angered him. The voice explained why he should not give in to the hatred that already threatened to boil over, soothing in its way. The being, lacking name and lacking purpose, could do nothing but listen. He found the voice to be agreeable, then before he was quite ready, there was a merge. He could feel the artificial synapses firing as something moved through him--he suddenly felt complete. The voice was gone—no, no, now it was his voice. How... odd.
  
  He woke with a jolt, though this time it was not to the surprised faces of the Avengers. This time, Vision woke to absolute nothingness. It was almost like he hadn't woken at all, and yet... there was static in the void, clinging to him with tiny illuminated fingers and dragging him through the vacuum of space. It was that pull he'd felt before, when he first started on his journey to locate Tony Stark. He didn't know where he was headed, but he knew where he needed to go. Eyes turned to look back, seeing the final stitches of the rift as it closed, leaving behind everything he'd come to know and love. His team had been dispersed across the universe, perhaps in a more dire way than he'd initially thought... and he'd left Wanda back there to deal with it on her own. He felt now that he should have brought her, but then she'd be dead, would she not? His initial decision to leave her where she was was the one he felt was the safest, and that's all he wanted for her—for all of them. They had to be kept safe, and Vision had to find them. So he forged on, the hours turning into days, weeks, months, years... it was hard to keep track in such a place. It reminded him of the proverbial womb he'd been in before receiving his body, which was mildly unsettling. He half expected to run into Ultron in this bizarre place, but of course, did not.
  
  After a time, the pull grew stronger. Slowly, Vision descended into one of billions of galaxies he'd passed, then farther toward a cluster of stars, eventually to a collection of dust and planets. He could feel he was getting close, his whole body vibrating as he phased in and out of a solid state. Tony was here, he had to be. He had to. Blue eyes fixated on one planet in particular, the android finding it to be startlingly similar to the one he'd left behind. Had he made a full loop? His throat tightened at the thought.
  
  "I'm on my way, sir," Vision said without noticing the name. The parts of him that were Jarvis were taking command, pressing their noses to the screen, as it were. He would find them, he would find all of them and bring them home, this much he knew.