[Avengers] Assembling the Team

[The Vision]

Vision smiled as he heard Ms. Ferguson close the door.

"Absolutely," she taunted.

That was his cue.

"You see, Lord C-Carlton," the android said, rising to his feet. His body passed through Carlton's hands, to the Englishman's great astonishment. "the team I've assembled consists of a soldier with the e-e-equivalent military capabilities of a sma-sma-small army, a member of a spacefaring intergalactic militia, a highly adv-adv-adv-advanced synthezoid, a being iiiiiinherently born with the ability to travel across entire dimensions within an instant, and..." The android turned to smile at Officer Hopps. "A rabbit who can fit in small spaces and jump tall-tall-tall-tall distances. Incidentally, handy with a pistol."

As the Vision processed the rushing of the guards just outside, he stared at the edges of the door.

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Running...

A soldier kicked the door open, only for a burst of searing heat to blast him back. The other soldier was also caught in the blast as he tried to flee.

The Vision gazed at Lord Carlton thoughtfully. 

"And you... are an aristocrat wiiiiiith a walking stick."

Vision effortlessly picked up Lord Carlton by the back of his coat, using his other hand to synthesize handcuffs over the man’s wrists. 

“Do you realize that the best way to save the human race by letting those monsters die?”

The android laughed. “And do you realize that, if this were the case, you should have started with killing them?”

He dropped Lord Carlton onto his knees. “Furthermore, that you are uuuuunder arrest?”

The Vision gestured at their prisoner. “Ms. Ferguson, if you would escort Lord Carlton to the Quin-“

Pink light flashed in the security room, for a moment dominating the ambient blue light, as Lord Carlton vanished from the floor. Light purple fog swirled around a fissure that floated in the air. Ms. Ferguson raised one eyebrow and smiled in light amusement.

“-jet?” The android paused. "Ah. I see you caught my meaning.”

The Vision gingerly stepped over the moaning soldiers that he had just seared, handcuffing them as well.

“Now, shall we assist with the reconnaissance of the hostages? And, you two.”

He smiled as warmly as his completely mechanized face could.

“Thank you.”

The android started running towards his estimation of where Captain Rogers and Mr. Jordan should be.

“Captain Rogers, Simon Says is no longer in effect. Status report.”