"Take a deep breath." Bruce was checking vitals of the man that had been left for them. "Tell me what you remember?" Sam was standing in the room watching, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
The man took a deep breath, he had only woken back up about ten minutes ago, "I woke up to bright light." His voice was so robotic, so much like Vision's. Blue eyes scanned the room, "I thought I was still in Wakanda." Sam locked eyes with Bruce, then they both turned their attention back to the man, "I remember..." His hand reached up, touching his forehead gently, "The mind stone...we were...we were..." Wanda walked into the room, she looked over to Sam who's expression didn't make her feel any better. The moment she entered the room the man looked over to her, he seemed more comfortable with her presence. "...Thanos." They all felt on edge, as though one of them must be dreaming, the man looked around, everything he did only made them feel more like Vision was in the room. Wanda refused to believe it. The mans eyes looked from Bruce, to Sam, over to Wanda, "What happened?"
"A lot." Sam walked toward him, "Before you're filled in, we have to really be sure who you are."
"I am Vision." He held his hands out in front of him, "I...I fell like myself. I don't...look like myself."
"If you are," Bruce rubbed his hands together, "you're only a version of Vision. From what Wanda told me, the back up on Shuri's computer was data from before the war." Bruce flashed the light in the man's eyes again, checking his pupils, "Data that...if HYDRA did hack, they would have to know how to use it." Bruce stepped back and clicked the flashlight off, "And as far as I can tell...you're human. Flesh and bone. How do you upload data into...a brain?" Bruce looked over to Sam who was still staring at the man.
"Wanda..." His eyes locked onto her, he could feel the wall around her was thick and he didn't understand, "I feel...distance."
"How do we know if he is a version of Vision?" Wanda didn't answer him, she still looked at him, but she spoke out to Bruce.
Bruce shrugged, "I don't know..."
"I want people to see you as I do..." Wanda's eyes widened, "That's what I want." The man spoke out, he was still staring at Wanda, "That's what I told you."
They all turned to her, but Wanda had backed up, she pressed her hand to her stomach and turned to get out of the room. Bruce nodded, "I guess that's one way..."
Wanda walked down the hall waiting for it to hit her, waiting to the joke to come, waiting wake up. It didn't happen, but the time she got outside she sat on the concrete bench and held her head in her hands.
"Mind transferring." Bruce clicked through some files on his tablet, "It was something Tony and I fiddled with, but we never made anything of it."
Sam looked over his shoulder, "What did you get to though?"
Bruce swiped the screen, "Treat the brain like a program, thoughts, memories, anything that makes you...you, you scan them into a file and it can be uploaded into the brain." Bruce swiped again, showing diagrams, "It was the how that we got stuck on. There is computer simulation of scanned brain physiology...but..." Bruce swiped to another file, he looked at it for a split second before turning to 'Vision', "we also played with the idea of organic backup..."
Sam looked at the diagram on the tablet, taking it from Bruce's hand as he stood up and walked over to 'Vision', "What's that?" He tapped on the file and scrolled through some notes.Bruce walked around 'Vision' and starred at his neck, "It's where the mind is transferred from the brain to a small, implanted computer at the base of the skull. Tony's idea, we worked with the idea of taking ones thoughts and pulling them...uploading them into the backup computer, then having that as...well...you're back up storage."
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Red Winter: Timeline
FanfictionAnother Red Winter story for all my winterwitch lovers! Bucky found himself back in his room doing what he had been doing every night since the war, researching himself. Researching HYDRA, everything they had done, everything he had done. Papers of...