There was no time in dreams.
Wanda sat in the car.
It was one of the few cars that still worked.
It used magical technology, powered by a Magic Crystal.
JARVIS had repaired it.
During the time when humanity had fallen into Eternal Sleep, JARVIS had traveled this world by controlling the Mark 42.
Over the past four hundred years, JARVIS had kept learning.
Limited by his mechanical body, he had already reached his ceiling.
The JARVIS in the Dreamscape had never become Vision. Tony's early death had robbed him of the chance to advance any further.
Pepper Potts had inherited Tony's legacy, including JARVIS.
Unfortunately, although Pepper Potts had a head for business and the courage to kill the Lion, she lacked Tony's intellect, a hundred years ahead of humanity.
Over four hundred years of learning, JARVIS had come into contact with magic.
Magical technology, to be precise.
Magic had a longer shelf life. Even after four hundred years, this car still worked thanks to magic.
"Why didn't you go there yourself?" Wanda still couldn't fully believe this dream.
JARVIS controlled the magical car as he said, "I tried."
"The Wizarding Kingdom has a unique network different from ours. I tried accessing it. The network there is still running, so there may be survivors."
"The Wizarding World has geniuses like Mr. Stark, too." JARVIS's answer did nothing to dispel Wanda's doubts.
She was still worried about the situation in the other world.
Vision looked out through the car window. "We're almost there."
Not far from the Statue of Liberty in New York, a long train rested quietly.
It resembled a long ship, its connected carriages rising and falling with the waves that struck the shore.
"According to the Wizarding Kingdom's network, this train continued operating after Eternal Sleep arrived."