There's still hope.
I found you.
Oh, no.
I finally found you.
So many universes.
You do not have to do this.
Oh, but it's my purpose.
I don't understand. This should not be possible.
Oh, but anything is possible in a multiverse.
I am the natural order of things.
I will bring peace.
It is my purpose.
You lack the will to stop me.
You cannot compute the power of my will.
I, Steven Grant Rogers, do solemnly swear...
The entire multiverse at your fingertips, and you spent all your time up there?
Isn't this more fun than just watching?
The boundaries of the multiverse are irrelevant to beings like you and me.
I didn't evolve by staying inside the lines.
Run, watch, it doesn't matter.
From here, I can see everything.
No one can stop me now.
I'm out of options.
That thing has left me no choice.
Are you ready to break your oath?
Okay. I need your help.
You've been chosen.
We're in a pub.
- I know this place. - The pub facade was my idea.
I read about it in your biography. I hope you like it.
Over here. Me, me. Can I get a beer?
Yes!
-It's you again. -Come on. Get a new trick, man.
You have been chosen for a mission that is both highly dangerous and absolutely necessary for the continuation of life as you know it.
This mission requires a team.
The perfect combination of skills and experience that alone will triumph.
You aren't just our best hope to save one universe.
You are my last hope to save all of them.
You are the Guardians of the Multiverse.
Your worlds are either under attack or soon will be by Ultron,
an artificial intelligence elevated to a cosmic being
thanks to an enhanced synthetic body and the power of the Infinity Stones.
Six stones of near unfathomable power.
Each controlling an essential aspect of our existence.
And Ultron holds all of them.
We believe the only way to stop Ultron is to separate his body from the stones.
Is there a universe of Chinese food that has alternate dimension delivery?
Tummy's getting rumbly.
You picked them.
You're ready. It's showtime, my friends. Good luck.