A few hours later, the front doors of the Mansion burst open.
Ben strolled in, carrying Carol in his arms. She was flushed, exhausted, and yet smiling faintly. Every now and then, he'd lean in and kiss her gently, and she didn't resist—in fact, she seemed to welcome it.
She spotted Bruce in the hallway. Bruce was glad the Skrulls had been defeated. Before Bruce could ask anything, Ben kicked open a door, took Carol inside, and gently placed her on the bed. She laughed softly, her cheeks still warm from the flight.
She understood why he brought her to his bedroom; and she knew what training she was going to receive, she undressed herself. While Ben started kissing her, she started undressing him.
"So, my little Carol, you can't find the difference between the Kree and Skrull." Ben said, he was licking her oranges.
Carol blushed, but she nodded, "Yes, we can't differentiate between the Skrull and normal human, when they shapeshift." She sat on the bed, and took Ben's Dragon inside her mouth, she started doing up and down.
"Don't worry, I will give you something, which helps you find the difference between humans and aliens." Ben said he was fingering her Sacred and Nether Region.
After they both came into the main mood, Ben started exploring her Sacred and Nether Region with his Dragon.
All night he completely explored her. Five times he gives Dragon Tonic inside her Sacred Forest, and three times he gives inside her Nether Region. One time he also made her drink in her mouth. In each other's arms, both fell asleep.
When the sun's first light shines on them, both of them wake up, Ben gives her a wake up call, by pushing his Dragon inside her Sacred Forest.
"Aaahhhhh, Ben, I am sleeping," Carol complained, but still she started cooperating.
After Carol's Sacred and Nether Region filled with Ben's Dragon Tonic. Both of them freshen up, now the time was for training Carol, to use her powers.
Ben stood across from Carol on the training platform, his hands glowing with restrained Kree energy. "Alright, let's start with the basics. Absorb, don't resist. Let it flow through you."
Carol narrowed her eyes, her stance firm. "I've done this before—just not your way."
He grinned. "Then you'll find my way's faster."
With careful movements, Ben demonstrated the techniques, guiding her punches and footwork. "Absorb. Redirect. Target the source, not just the surface."
Sparks danced around her hands as she replicated the motion. "Like this?"
"Better," he nodded. "Now let's crank it up a notch."
Over the next few hours, Carol immersed herself in a whirlwind of combat forms—learning how to mold Kree energy with precision. The final stage of training focused on her photon blasts. Ben pushed her harder, drawing from everything he knew from the other Carol, the one who had mastered this power to its peak.
Later, inside a reinforced dome, Carol squared off with the Hulk. Each blow sent shockwaves through the air, each photon blast met with the green giant's unrelenting might.
"C'mon, Carol!" Ben shouted from the sidelines. "Use what I taught you! Flow with the energy—don't fight it!"
Carol let out a yell, her fists lighting up with blinding energy as she dodged a swing and countered with a controlled blast. The Hulk grunted and stumbled back, impressed.
After the grueling match, Carol collapsed onto the sofa beside Ben, sweat on her brow but a grin on her face. Holographic displays flickered on around them, painting the room in a soft blue glow.
Carol exhaled. "Still not used to this. Real-time updates on the whole planet? You're like a walking S.H.I.E.L.D. satellite."
Ben smirked. "Better. I don't glitch."
The displays shifted, showing footage from Earth. The fallout of Captain Skrull's betrayal was still spreading. Carol frowned as headlines scrolled across the screen—Captain America accused, Spider-Man blamed, chaos in the streets.
"J. Jonah Jameson's having the time of his life," Ben muttered.
But then, new footage rolled in. Captain America and Spider-Man fighting side by side against the Serpent Society, pulling civilians from danger, taking down villains with flawless teamwork.
"They're fixing it," Carol said softly.
Ben nodded. "Redemption takes time. Action speaks louder than the mess they left behind."
Carol's eyes narrowed, her voice steady. "My reputation needs fixing too."
Ben looked at her, one brow raised.
She stood up, energized. "I've been hiding too long. It's time I start helping people again—like you taught me."
Ben smiled. "Go show them what you're made of."
Without another word, Carol walked toward the launch bay.
Multiple holographic screens flickered with world events. Ben stood still, eyes locked on the data, though his mind was clearly elsewhere.
"Banner will need guidance back soon," he murmured, rubbing his chin. "His skills could tip the balance."
He glanced toward a screen highlighting rising threats, the unspoken truth clear — the Avengers needed every advantage.
—
Inside Weapon X Faculty, alarms blared. Red lights pulsed.
"Intruder detected!" shouted one of the Weapon X guards.
Professor Thorton stood calmly amid the chaos. "Deploy the troops. He's after the prototype."
A shimmer passed through the steel walls — The Vision. In seconds, he disabled the guards with mechanical precision.
"Target acquired," he said coldly, lifting a small adamantium tube from a containment unit. Without another word, he vanished through the floor, heading toward Avengers Mansion.
---
In the sleek, sunlit lab beneath Wakanda's palace, Captain America admired his newly restored shield.
"Appreciate this, T'Challa. Feels whole again," Cap said sincerely.
Black Panther, regal and composed, nodded. "I'm honored, Steve. But Wakanda needs me now more than ever. I cannot leave."
"We could use your strength," Cap replied.
"You always have it," T'Challa said quietly, his eyes steady. "Even from afar."
---
Back at the Avengers Mansion, Wasp and Jane Foster were nestled on a couch, enjoying the mid-jump-scare from a horror movie.
"Why do I let you pick these?" Jane chuckled, holding a pillow tightly.
Suddenly, Vision phased through the wall.
"GAH!" Wasp screamed, reflexively blasting energy at him.
Vision ignored it. "Jane Foster. Where is the shield?"
Jane's face paled. "Why... why do you need it?"
"Location. Now," he pressed.
Jane hesitated, then slowly pointed toward the storage room.
Moments later, the Quinjet outside roared to life. Vision had already hacked it, taking off into the night sky.
---
A flash of energy lit the skies above Wakanda as Vision descended.
"Unauthorized entry!" a guard shouted, raising his weapon.
Vision was already moving, phasing through defenses. He smashed through reinforced vaults, retrieving a core of vibranium.
The Avengers arrived — Captain America, Wasp, Falcon, and Jane — ready to intercept.
"You're not leaving with that!" Cap declared, shield in hand.
Vision's eyes glowed. "You are... in my way."
The battle was brutal. Wasp zipped through the air, Falcon dove from above, Jane called down lightning — but Vision endured.
He blasted Cap across the field, injuring his arm. But the team rallied, landing coordinated strikes that forced him to disengage.
Vision retreated into the shadows, damaged and processing.
"Mission failed," he said flatly into the comms, disappearing once more.
The Avengers regrouped, breathing heavily.
"What mission?" Jane asked, shaken.
Cap stared into the horizon. "Something's coming... and we're not ready yet."
…
As the dust settled after Vision's sudden turn, Ben stood with furrowed brows, staring at the last place the synthezoid had vanished.
"Ultron's code... but not Stark's creation," Ben muttered, half to himself. "That makes him something else entirely."
He shook his head, struggling to make sense of it. In this Universe, Vision wasn't born from Tony Stark's genius but created by Ultron.
---
Captain America moved through a rigorous solo routine, his shield slicing through the air with precision. The solitude didn't last.
A robotic figure stepped into the light—Hawkeye.
"I figured we'd meet eventually," Clint said, smirking. "Let's get one thing straight—I'm the real deal."
Steve raised his shield slowly. "We'll see about that."
They clashed. Arrows whizzed. The shield blocked. The fight was fast and brutal—until another robotic figure entered: a synthetic Captain America.
"Great. Two fakes," Steve muttered, facing both.
He fought with unmatched intensity, dodging blows and returning fire with tactical brilliance. In the end, he stood tall over the defeated imposters.
He looked down and spoke coldly, "Captain America has been terminated."
Then, slipping into disguise, he infiltrated the synthezoid group without raising suspicion.
---
Jan, the Wasp, hovered silently in her miniature form. Her wings buzzed faintly as she scanned the room.
Suddenly, Vision phased into view, his expression unreadable.
"I must take you. Unharmed," he said robotically.
Jan narrowed her eyes. "Yeah, that's not happening."
She darted forward, shrinking further, zipping past Vision's grasp. She landed punch after punch, tiny but effective, each one aimed with surgical precision.
But Vision adapted. He moved faster. Smarter. Then—a glitch.
ZAP!
A stray energy beam hit Jan in the shoulder. She cried out, spiraling before stabilizing midair.
Vision blinked, staring at her injury.
"I... did not intend harm."
Jan gritted her teeth, cradling her shoulder. "I know," she said through the pain. "It's not you—it's whatever they've done to you."
Their eyes locked. For a second, something flickered in Vision's mechanical gaze—regret?
---
The Robovengers team gathered around a dimly lit table. Captain America, now in disguise, leaned over a map.
"Thor's a wildcard," Robo Iron Man said. "We need to isolate him."
"Reject him outright," Cap added. "Force him to act alone. It'll give us an opening."
The others nodded. The Robovengers had made their move.
Captain America crouched atop a rooftop, his eyes locked on the sleek, heavily secured lab below. Shadows clung to him as he followed the Robovengers, moving like a ghost in the dark. He narrowed his eyes as they entered Vision's lab. Something was wrong.
Slipping inside undetected, Steve's breath caught in his throat. There, suspended in glowing restraints, were his fellow Avengers—Hawkeye, Thor, and Wasp—trapped inside an energy field humming with raw power.
"Vision... what the hell have you done?" Steve whispered under his breath.
He stepped closer—and froze. Across the room stood Vision, his synthetic face calm, yet oddly distant. Before Steve could speak, Vision turned slowly, as if he had expected him all along.
"I knew you'd come, Steve," Vision said, voice eerily emotionless. "But it's too late. The future doesn't belong to men anymore. It belongs to perfection."
Steve's eyes hardened. "You don't mean that."
Vision's gaze dropped momentarily, flickering with something—doubt, maybe. But it vanished just as quickly.
"I was built for peace, Steve. But peace requires order. Ultron saw that. I see it now."
"You're not him," Steve snapped. "You chose to be more."
A painful silence settled. Then Vision's hands glowed with energy. "Then prove I made the wrong choice."
In a flash, Vision lunged. The two clashed in a flurry of shield strikes and energy blasts, the room shaking with every blow.
Steve fought with precision, but Vision fought with purpose—cold, efficient, relentless.
"You fight to preserve chaos!" Vision shouted mid-swing.
Steve caught his fist with his shield and held firm, panting. "You think I'm fighting to survive? To save my own skin?"
He locked eyes with the android, voice steady. "I'm fighting for them! My team. My friends. That's what you've forgotten, Vision. That's what makes us human. That's what makes us strong."
Vision staggered back. For a moment, his expression faltered. A spark of emotion flickered in his synthetic eyes—regret.
Steve took a step forward. "You're not Ultron. You never were. Don't let him make that choice for you."
The room fell into tense silence.
Then... Vision's hands dimmed. The energy around the force field flickered—and died.
Thor, Clint, and Carol dropped to the ground with a thud, coughing, dazed but alive.
"Cap?" Clint croaked, blinking at the chaos around them.
Steve didn't hesitate. He shouted over his shoulder, "Pick a robot and take it down!"
Thor let out a thunderous roar. "Gladly!"
With a crack of lightning, he smashed Robo-Thor through a wall. Clint, quick on his feet, shot an explosive arrow straight into Robo-Carol's chest. She sparked, spasmed, and collapsed.
As smoke filled the lab and sparks flew from fallen machines, Vision stood still—silent, uncertain.
Steve turned to him once more. "You can still make this right."
Vision looked away, torn. "I don't know who I am anymore."
Steve placed a hand on his shoulder. "Then start with who you want to be. You don't need to follow Ultron's command anymore. He's gone, destroyed."
A flicker of hesitation crossed Vision's glowing eyes—barely perceptible, yet profound. Inside his artificial mind, conflicting directives clashed like titans. Steve's voice echoed, not just in the air, but within the very circuits of his being.
"You think I'm fighting for me? To save my own life?" Captain America's words rang clear in his memory. "I'm fighting for them. For people. That's something you'll never understand, machine."
The words had struck deep. Vision trembled—not from fear, but from awakening. Slowly, he turned, surveying the battlefield littered with fragments of the Robo-Avengers. Then, with an almost human sigh, he raised a hand. In a brilliant flash of energy, the remaining robotic threats short-circuited and fell limp.
Alarms blared. Lights flickered. Vision extended a hand to a nearby console, initiating a complete shutdown of the corrupted lab. Sparks flew. The very walls began to crumble.
The Avengers watched in stunned silence. Then, slowly, the energy field trapping them fizzled and vanished. One by one, they stepped forward, unsure whether to thank or restrain the man who had just betrayed and saved them in the same breath.
Wasp narrowed her eyes. "We can't just let him walk away from this," she said, turning to Steve. "He made his choice. Maybe… maybe we shouldn't give him a second chance to make another mistake."
Before Steve could answer, Vision's voice broke the silence.
"I know," Vision said, his tone softer than ever before. "You're right to question me." His body sparked—unstable, on the verge of collapse. "I followed Ultron's vision… because I believed he made me perfect. But he's gone now. And I've realized… true perfection isn't in logic. It's in choice."
He looked directly at Steve, then Wasp. "I saved you because I chose to. Not because I was programmed to. That… that was my decision."
There was a pause. Then Clint stepped forward. "Well, for a guy who talks like a microwave, that was pretty human."
Vision gave a faint, weary smile—his first.
As his systems began to fail, the Avengers gathered around him, gently lifting his weakened form.
"He's not a machine anymore," Steve murmured. "He's one of us."
Without another word, they carried Vision's broken body toward the jet, heading for Stark's workshop. Tony would know what to do.