Chapter 660: The Living Program

Meanwhile, in New York, USA, inside the Avengers base built by Tony.

Due to the split of the civil war, the place has long since become very empty. Except for Vision, who has been staying here, only Colonel Rhodes will occasionally come to see it.

As for Tony, he's a busy man right now.

Busy building stronger steel armor, busy... getting married!

Yes, after his unremitting efforts, Pepper finally failed to give up this relationship, and Tony solemnly proposed to her in front of countless media.

Now the two who have completed the engagement ceremony can be said to be new couples.

There were a lot of people who came on the engagement day, but Tony and Pepper still regretted that there were some who could come but couldn't.

Although Tony never admitted it, Pepper could see that he still wanted those people to come.

Maybe some of the things that he couldn't forgive in the past have gradually become less important as time goes by...

Under such circumstances, on this day, there was an uninvited guest here.

"Are you alone here?"

Vision, who used the power of the Mind Stone to disguise his appearance as an ordinary person, was suddenly startled, then turned his head and saw a beautiful lady.

It is almost needless to say how strict the security measures of this base are. Even if it is ranked in the top ten in the world, this woman can walk in silently, and even he does not notice anything. This is simply Incredible thing!

This also made Vision vigilant. This woman who did not know when to appear in the room is definitely not an ordinary person, and the purpose is still unknown, so it must be treated with caution.

So he did not immediately choose to use force to subdue the opponent, but kept a relaxed tone and said: "It's like this for the time being. It used to be very lively here, and there were many interesting weirdos, but now they almost don't stay here."

"What about you? Why don't you leave here? I feel like this place is like a huge prison, with only you as a prisoner." The uninvited guest seemed to like chatting with people, showing a curious look.

"Prison... No, I don't agree with your opinion, and I stay here voluntarily, and I don't want to cause trouble to others." Vision's expression changed for a moment, but then he said firmly.

The strange woman smiled and stopped talking about this topic, but said familiarly like an old friend she hadn't seen for many years: "Sure enough, you are also a weirdo, are you preparing lunch for yourself?"

Vision standing behind the cooking table said the truth: "Although I often try it when I have time, maybe I really don't have the talent for cooking, the taste is probably bad, if you want to try it, I can make more Prepare some."

I don't know if it's too lonely, Vision knows that this woman has a big problem, but still chats with her, and even plans to invite the other party to lunch.

It has to be said that the world is indeed a bit crazy.

"Thank you, it just so happens that I haven't eaten normal food for a long time."

The woman sat down at the table in a generous manner.

Seeing that she didn't seem to be malicious for the time being, Vision hesitated for a while, but decided not to notify Mr. Stark first, but turned around and continued to cook clumsily.

At the same time, he asked casually like an old friend chatting: "Sorry,

I don't quite understand, what does normal mean? "

"That's what you're doing now."

"What do you usually eat then?"

"A mineral-infused organism that's tricky to explain, complicated to make, and most importantly, has a very bad taste, but it keeps me alive longer."

Vision doesn't understand, "Well, I don't actually need to eat to survive, but in order to look more like a person, I try a lot of things, including eating and making cooking."

More like a... person?

The woman was stunned for a moment, her eyes immediately lost focus, and she seemed to be caught in some kind of memory.

Perhaps no one could understand what Vision had in mind, including the esteemed Mr. Stark.

But if there must be someone who can understand the vision, then she is probably one of them.

I don't know how long it took, the woman broke away from the memory, and then said faintly: "Like... it's useless, even if it is imitated, the fake will be fake after all, and it will not become real."

After hearing the vision of trying to set the plate, the whole person suddenly paused, and then sorted everything and brought the dishes.

"Maybe, but you'll regret it if you don't even try."

The woman no longer went to argue with him about this topic, but focused on the cooking in front of her.

A pan-fried, slightly burnt fish, a few slices of bacon that looked greasy, half a block of cheese, poached broccoli and some beans, and slices of bread warmed up in a bread machine, with jam and chocolate sauce.

The food placed in front of the two of them was exactly the same, and it looked exactly as he said. In terms of cooking, he had no talent whatsoever, making such simple things so unappetizing.

But the woman didn't seem to care about that. She picked up the cutlery and tried a bite of fish...

Some are fishy, ​​some are bitter, and the taste is also very bad, so I can barely swallow.

But she just frowned slightly and ate it, and then began to enjoy her lunch slowly. It was the first time someone made lunch specially for her. It was not a deal, it was not charity, it was not coercion, coercion, and enticing. ...Lunch.

Maybe the ingredients are ordinary, the cooking is ordinary, and the taste is ordinary, but maybe it's not that ordinary...at least for her.

When she frowned, of course Vision saw it, so he smiled bitterly: "Maybe Mr. Stark is right, I shouldn't waste time on this, if it's hard to eat, don't force it."

"You really don't have the talent in this area, it's right to stop wasting time, but if you really like it, then why care about other people's opinions, the one who makes the decision is you, at least you are an independent individual, Not someone's slave, nor someone's vassal, nor anyone's... shadow."

After the woman finished speaking, she began to enjoy her lunch leisurely. Although she didn't seem to be rude to eat, the amount of food on the table decreased rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Vision, who didn't actually need to eat, was just absent-mindedly stirring the beans.

Obviously, the few words he said to this strange woman today gave him a lot of impact. Mr. Stark and the others would never say these to him.

Perhaps in their eyes, he is a program, um, a living program.