[Avengers] Assembling the Team

[The Vision]

The Quinjet’s propellers whirred loudly as the plane landed on the tower’s helipad. As the battered group arrived, Vision received a message from Mr. Jarvis.

> acceptcomms "EdwinJarvis"
Establishing communications…

"Hello, Mr. Jarvis.”

"Hello. I trust your mission went well?"

"Um... not quite."

The Vision wearily pressed a button on the dashboard, releasing the door. Judy, Captain Rogers and Mr. Jordan exited the plane, with the latter of the three fidgeting with the gauntlet on his arm. Then the hostages left, visibly nervous about the height of the helipad. The android himself followed them, the jet doors automatically closing behind them.

"I'm sorry to hear that, sir," Mr. Jarvis replied, "On a brighter note, I have a gentleman here who would like to join the team."

"Excellent," the android muttered, "we have an available slot."

"How do you mean?"

"Ms. Ferguson proved to be..." Vision paused. "Volatile."

"She's gone rogue," Captain Rogers explained. The four were now walking into the building and the four Avengers were all participating in the conversation. "She acted against the plan and jeopardized the mission. Then, once we had secured the hostages and Lord Carlton himself, she bolted."

"Ah," Mr. Jarvis said, "Perhaps we should begin assessing candidate personalities as well?"

"Perhaps," the android noted, "That would be the most logical lesson from our mistakes."

The fact that so many mistakes happened so many times truly alarmed Vision. In his homeworld, he was partially a supercomputer that could calculate preventative measures against this caliber of trivial errors; he was far from omniscience but he was not known to misjudge a situation. Yet, in the Omniverse, he felt several glitches in his software, the reason for which was unclear to him. It was not true before he volunteered for the island rescue in the Danteverse, before he met Marcus WrightWrightWrightWrightWright

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The Vision shook his head. He thought he heard a voice, but that was likely an unexpected error while his software reassembled itself. The electromagnetic pulse from earlier was quite traumatic.

"Anyhow, I will entrust the evaluation of this gentleman's abilities to Captain Rogers," Vision replied, watching the other Avengers enter the elevator, "I should deliver our guests to Chief Mewtwo. If you'll excuse me..."

Vision turned around and walked onto the helicarrier again. He couldn't help but notice many more of his programs were compromised, including his control over the density of his body, and hi-

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There it was again. The Vision shook it off and walked into the jet. The other Pokemon were waiting for him inside, and Lord Carlton remained unconscious.

"I will take you to Cinnabar Island now," he announced.

"Woooooobbuffet!" a blue amorphous blob replied.

> translate "Wobbuffet"
Searching...
Error: "Wobbuffet" not defined

"Psy Psy!" the large duck added.

> translate "Psy Psy"
Searching...
Error: "Psy Psy" not defined

"Would one of you care to translate?" the android turned to the others.

"Frankly," the brightly colored bird, identified as Xatu, muttered, "We're not too sure what they're saying either."

"Psy Psy!" the duck repeated.

"We wanted to thank you again for rescuing us," the 'Skarmory' said, "I'm sure i speak for the others as well."

"Wooooooobbuffet!"

"Your gratitude is unnecessary, but appreciated," the android said, pressing keys and flipping switches on the dashboard, "Now. Let's get you home."

The Quinjet started whirring again, gently lifting off of the helipad and hovering towards Cinnabar Isles.

***

The Vision walked past the old laboratory, back when this area was still under human influence. His sources said that this was long ago, before the island was carried into the Omniverse. This was the laboratory in which they created the very leader of this island.

Mr. Mime waved at the android as the hostages bounced (despite their diverse appearances, they seemed to all move by bouncing) behind him.

"You must be the Vision."

"Mr. Mime. A pleasure to meet you in person."

"And you... though I suppose you're somewhere controlling this thing."

Vision smiled politely and began explaining himself. He had experienced so many misunderstandings about his identity he was nothing but patient when explaining himself. He only became irritated when the subject refused to understand or respect his state of being. Mr. Mime, fortunately, had no such problems.

"My apologies, Mr. Vision," the Pokemon bowed embarrassedly, "You see many types of creatures these days. I thought that-"

"There is no need to be worried, Mr. Mime. As I said in dialogue line 5, it is a common misunderstanding."

Mr. Mime blinked in confusion, then shrugged.

"I'm afraid we do not have suitable rewards for you-"

"Rewards are not necessary. The team and I accomplished this mission simply because it was our duty."

The Pokemon coyly smiled, "You might change your mind once you realize where you've made your base of operations."

Vision frowned. "How do you mean?"

"Technically, the island that you've dubbed 'Avengers Island'? That was a gift from the Empire to Mewtwo, one of many. Your establishment there is actually how I heard about your organization."

The Vision lowered his head. "I... was not aware of this. I will vacate the premises immediately-"

"No worries, no worries!" Mr. Mime cheerfully giggled, "I've already talked to Mewtwo. He doesn't want the island anyway - he's fairly conservative, you see - and is more than willing to let you own it as your headquarters. No strings attached. You'll be an organization independent of Cinnabar."

Mr. Mime noticed the android's confusion and added, "Basically, you've accidentally built your tower on our land, but we've decided you can have it."

The android calculated potential reasons for this action. The most probable ulterior motive was an effort to incorporate the Avengers under Cinnabar influence. And while this was not Mewtwo's modus operandi, neither was giving away islands.

"I understand that may sound suspicious," Mr. Mime added sorrowfully, "In the world we live in, we would normally be doing what you're thinking right now."

"Query: If your intention is not acquisition, what is it?"

Mr. Mime shrugged. "Mewtwo feels that there aren't enough... good people. Like you and your team. There are so many villains and psychopaths out there - even our relatively peaceful town has become wracked with terrorists. He wants to help you in any way he can, especially after you've rescued our people."

The Pokemon turned to peer at the now-freed hostages, who were bouncing and frolicking by the nearby fountain.

"The Omniverse is a rough place," Mr. Mime wistfully continued, "After all of the evil faceless corporations and tyrants that run around out there... It's refreshing to finally see some heroes."

He turned and chuckled. "Oh, look at little old me, yapping off again. I'll take care of Mr. Carlton-"

At that very moment, Lord Carlton was being escorted in handcuffs by two incredibly large and muscular grey humanoid Pokemon with three fins on the top of their head.

"That's LORD Carlton to you, Pokescum-OW! Get your hands off me, you filthy animal-"

The man continued to march, shouting and snapping at the horrible view of cute, relatively harmless animals forming a village. Mr. Mime sighed.

"Anyways, he'll be dealt with according to our system. We'll probably throw him in jail or something. Who knows. Most of the time, Mewtwo calls the shots."

"You don't have a system?"

"Half of the townspeople are terrorists, Mr. Vision," Mr. Mime sadly chuckled, "What do you think?"

The Vision nodded. "If you need any assistance, don't be afraid to call. We may not always be available until we become more established, but-"

"I'll keep you in mind." Mr. Mime winked and joined the two grey Pokemon.

The Vision smiled back and walked back to the Quinjet.

> log #mission#0001
> addTag #mission#0001 "completed"
> addTag dtb?Clarice Ferguson/Personality "volatile" "uncooperative"
> addTag dtb?Clarice Ferguson/Affiliation "Avengers?"

The android continued to input new data into his permanent database, preparing to lift off again. He thought he heard someone talking again...

...

I'll se eyou next ti m e, Vi s ion.