"So did no one get the message about how its a bad idea to rely on robots?" Bucky drawls from the backseat.

He's sitting in the back of the Bartons minivan, Laura sitting in the passenger seat, her hands clasped in her lap. Clint is driving with one hand on the wheel, the other on her knee.

Bucky feels like he's headed to church with his parents.

They stop in front of the SWORD building, and bucky gives them both a confused look. "I thought we were headed to SHIELD."

Clint's eyes flick to his wifes, and she takes a breath as she exits the vehicle. "It does. Come on, it'll make sense in a sec."

Bucky feels his alarmeness grow, and he's grateful he always has some sort of weapon on him.

They walk in, Clint flashing a tag at the front security and enter with ease. The hallways are quiet, tall, silver walls echoing their footsteps as they move.

Soon enough, they're leading him through doors into a very loud, very busy operating room. There's a metal table in the middle of the room, empty, with cloth straps dangling from the sides. Scientists in the lab coast are running around, panicked voices whispering in hushed tones.

It worked. It shouldn't have but it worked.

Are we sure?

Look at this data, it's the same brain waves as previously monitored.

Bucky isn't sure what's going on, isn't sure what he's doing here, but he's one-hundred percent sure he wants to leave. He glances around, stepping gingerly. Glass crunches beneath his shoes, the overhead lights flickering. The bulbs are exposed, some of them burnt out and some missing their glass lens. There's a scientist laying on the ground, two other scientists crouching bedside them as they check for vitals, and a man in a dark suit is hovering over the keys of a very large computer.

"Clint." Bucky says through gritted teeth. "What are we doing here?"

Clint doesn't answer, but sets his jaw, gesturing to the computer. "Director Woo, he's running the operation."

"What operation?" Buckys practically yelling, and he glances at the director. Woo is leaning over the keyboard, talking rapidly into a microphone.

"Ask him about his last memory." He demands, staring at the screen. He glances at Bucky, nodding curtly before turning to Clint. "Who's this?"

"He needs to see this." Clint says, his voice quiet. Bucky feels his anxiety spike.

A woman with dark hair runs up to Woo, her arms full of binders, and she drops the stack onto the desk. "Ok, ok this is what we had on the force field that encompassed Westview." She says in a rush. She grips a file, flipping through it before discarding it and grabbing another.

"Darcy there's got to be something in there, something on what it does." Woo groans, flipping open a file. He leans forward to the mic again, and says, "Keep him talking!" Then he turns back to the files in hand. "If the force field changed Rambos DNA then it must've done something to him? Even if he's not human?"

Bucky has a sinking feeling as he steps forward, peering at the computer screen. According to the bottom corner of the screen, the feed is live in room A7. It's empty, aside from two people on their knees in the middle of the room.

Vision is sitting on his haunches on the floor, his hands laying aimlessly by his sides as he looks down, lips unmoving. He's white now, not just his skin but his entire being, and his eyes a bright sparkling blue.

He looks different, completely lost, but it's definitely the android.

Bucky thought maybe his eyes were deceiving him, thought maybe it was just a physical likeness, and similar fashion sense, thought the sneakers might be a popular purchase.

But he's wrong, because that's not the case.

Because Wanda is kneeling in front of the White Vision, her hands cupping his face, speaking fervently to him, happy tears falling from her eyes as she smiles at him in disbelief.