Rain drops splattered across the glass windows of the Avengers tower, thunder rumbling through out. It was a typical day; the Avengers had trained as they so very often did, planned out certain missions, before going on their own ways. The dark grey clouds that filled the cloudy sky began to pour rain harder, leaving a light thump thump thump sound. Wanda stood at the front of the tower, watching the weeping windows. The buildings in the distance were hardly visible through the cloud's tears.
Somewhere, hours away...his hand gripped and closed. The rain made the wires of his hand spark, making a squeaking sound. Was he dead? Was he alive? No..he was alive. Vision had injured his body, but not killed. If he could just try..he could stand. The rain stopped. The sparking of his wires stopped as he stood, fully alive and capable of destruction.
Somewhere, many hours away..he would help a certain prisoner escape. Someone who specialized in metal. With the help of him, he would be unstoppable.
