Prologue of Rain

[The Vision]

Mini Fogwell's Gym

Vision leaned on a wall while Captain Rogers tended to Mr. Potter's new wounds.

"You could've gone easier on him," the super-soldier scolded Mr. Wright.

"Sorry," Marcus replied, "But it WAS just a little bit of tough love."

The chatter in Vision's head had exponentially increased. His conversation with Officer Richards - which had mixed results, to say the least - was quite the social phenomenon. The Vision quickly realized that he had brought unwanted attention to the Avengers, and he had already recognized that he was not equipped to answer difficult moral questions, especially ones that questioned justifications of various individuals.

The Vision cleared the controversy. He was not interested in such chatter. Perhaps this was why he was not equipped for those difficult questions?

Instead, he was interested in the sudden rise of mobilization in the Pale Moors.

"Query," the Vision said, "If you are done with your 'tough love,' Mr. Wright, would you mind accompanying me on a mission?"

"I'll come," Captain Rogers suggested.

"Negative," the android answered, "Analysis implies that individuals at least partially immune to mystical phenomena are best suited for this mission."

Captain Rogers and Mr. Potter were reminded of how humiliated Bellatrix looked when her Killing Curse did nothing to Vision except illuminate his green exoskeleton.

"Furthermore, Mr. Potter requires more training before being out in the field again, whether it is with our team or individually," the android said. He nodded at Captain Rogers.

"Request: take care of the Tower while I am indisposed."

The Vision grabbed Mr. Wright fell through the floor. Mr. Potter sighed.

"How does he do that?"

"Son, I've worked with the Vision for years," Captain Rogers sighed, "I can't tell you how many times he's explained it. I still don't understand."

Mr. Potter shrugged. "American education."

The briefing room

"We've been contacted by a group of scholars called the Astronomers' Guild," Vision explained, "They have sent us a message regarding a rumor that has been circulating recently."

The conference table lit up, projecting a small digital screen for each Avenger on the surface. The screens displayed a video of a hooded figure's upper body. He was an old man, his face covered in scars and his eyes wizened by the years. His bottom lip trembled from weakness but nevertheless he still gave the impression he was fit enough to arm-wrestle a bear.

"This is a message to the Avengers," the scholar said, "My name is Lysander. I am a member of the Astronomers' Guild. Stories about your exploits have reached our colleagues in the Vasty Deep. Normally, we do not need to reach out to heroes or warriors, but it seems these days we cannot do anything without them."

Lysander sighed and folded his hands. "We have already sent word to other various agencies that we think can get the job done. But I specifically wanted to reach out to yours. There are.. few agencies that simply wish to act for the greater good."

The scholar gestured with two fingers. The screen flickered, displaying a rough map of the Omniverse.

"All over the Omniverse, we've spotted seven astrological events that caused great concern to our guild. We have reason to believe these fallen stars hold some greater undiscovered power. We've made it our mission to secure these star pieces and keep them from the wrong hands. Sometimes, that included our own.

"Some time ago, we hired a powerful Prime to retrieve one of these Star Pieces, in the Pale Moors. His name was Son Goku, and he succeeded. Since then, he's vanished. We tracked him down to the haunted town of Silent Hill. Given the time that he's been gone, and the danger surrounding the place, we have to assume the worst.

"We would like you to retrieve the item for us from Silent Hill. It is too powerful to leave at the hands of its residents. They are... unsavory. I know this isn't much to go on, but I can vouch for the importance of this task. And trust me, you will need to bring everybody you can. We can give you exact details once you meet our people in the Moors.

"Attached with this video message is an image of our emblem. Look for it in Darkshire. That's the major town nearby. We can talk more there."

Lysander paused. "I hope you decide to take the job."

The video blinked shut. Vision looked up.

"I searched for what I could on the 'Star Pieces' Mr. Lysander described. I've found... little. But I assure you this is not a mission to take lightly."

"We should probably hurry up, then shouldn't we?" Mr. Wright said.

Vision frowned. "Error: unexpected input. Expected variables: query on trustworthiness of client, request of information on Silent Hi-"

"Nope," Mr. Wright interrupted, "Let's go."

Vision shrugged. "As you wish. I installed a Teleporter to the Pale Moors recently. After you."

817 of 10000 words.
Hear about the beacon in the fog.
Opt to cooperate with the guild.

[Marcus Wright]

As The Vision dragged him through the floor quickly, away from the star-spangled hero and the man named Harry potter, they arrived at a giant meeting table that included the modern conveniences of video screens. The meeting started with a explanation of just who was in charge of the Astronomer's guild here in the Omniverse. His age could easily be confused on how gruff and tough he looked with the scars that covered the old man’s face.

Marcus looked up, mostly with a cross of his arms trying to understand this guy and what exactly was going on in the Pale Moors. However, the injuries of the younger man, Harry potter was still on his mind, yet it was shoved to the back of his mind, as the safety of his fellow Avengers were first on this mission.

Sometimes he understood Vision, other times he felt different than the others. Yet the heroic leader took him in when things were rough.

This was yet another chance to prove to himself and the Vision that he still held mettle in between his metallic parts and human heart.

He remembered a bit of a flashback earlier at the Gym.

Blair had made her point between Vision and Marcus “You just got back from a mission. Don’t you two ever rest?

Marcus placed a hand on Blair’s shoulder before he left “You still have a lot to learn about terminators and machines in general, Blair.”

Vision said “Query: No, we are designed not to rest. We are the Avengers.”