The shattered earth rewound beneath his feet.
The figure being dragged left a trail across the ground.
The broken blade pierced his body, and blood struggled free of his skin, falling onto the earth.
Vision's gaze settled on the pistol held so casually in his hand.
Amusement gleamed in his vertical pupils. What an entertaining scene.
"Hello there."
"John... Wick." The drawn-out words came from Vision's mouth.
He looked at the slowly advancing bullet and gave a chuckle that did not belong to Vision. "A king's pride?"
Expressionless, John casually tossed the man he had been dragging aside.
The suited figure rolled onto the ground, revealing John's mature face.
Wiping away the blood that was getting in his way, John asked, "One of yours?"
Gone was his earlier arrogance toward Thor and the others. Now, Vision seemed to have stepped down from his position as a god among men to meet John's eyes as an equal.
He kicked Thor aside and slowly approached John, asking, "How did it feel to kill yourself?"
"He wasn't me," John said, shaking his head. "No one can replace me, not even another life in another universe."
"Haha." Vision clapped his hands. "You really are like me."
"That face, that bearing, that arrogance."
Vision raised a finger and wagged it. "How did you deal with Dumbledore?"
"Does it matter?" John narrowed his eyes, casually threw away the pistol, and pulled out the sword.
The Elder Wand slid into his palm.
Seeing the Elder Wand, Vision smiled in approval. "You made the same choice I did."
"How did you get here?" John asked.
Vision tapped the Mind Stone on his forehead.
Vision wore a dangerous smile. "Magic is always full of miracles, isn't it?"
"Oh?" John raised an eyebrow.
With his hands clasped behind his back,