Some days, you just can't get rid of a bomb!

[The Vision]

The Vision nodded to Edwin Jarvis.

“Request: alert me of any other newcomers.”

“Of course, Mr. Vision.”

“Now, I must hurry. I am quite late for my meeting with Ms. Frisk.”

The Vision had been improving his density management abilities. While he could turn his body nearly incorporeal, to his astonishment, he was unable to render his body light enough that the air was more dense than his body. In other words, while he could render his body practically into non-matter, he still could not adjust his altitude via floating. 

To his frustration, his next assignment manifested before he was able to master his flight. He calmly deployed one of the speedboats in the dock. As the boat skidded over the vast oceans, the Vision let his head tilt back ever so slightly, letting sunlight drain into the large crystal in his forehead. Perhaps he needed to absorb more powerrrrrrr

DOYOUTHINKICANNOTSEEYOU

Skynet again. In his time refining his abilities, the Vision noticed the malevolent AI chattering in his head, constantly attempting to assert dominance over the Vision’s body. He could not accomplish this task. The Vision’s antivirus program was operating constantly, halting every command or program not coded under the Pym Protocols. For now, Skynet was just an annoying voice in his head.

The android was now approaching the gate. The roaring of the motor quieted down as the boat slowly brushed against the shore.

> display msg_667269736b
“...I’m the brown haired 8-year-old with the blue and pink stripe shirt.”
> scan
Scanning...
Scan complete; saved as “VDNexGate0011512"
> match “VDNexGate0011512” msg_667269736b
Scanning...
(1) results found.

The Vision turned his head to glimpse at his target. He found someone that matched the description. He calmly approached her and smiled.

“Hello, Ms. Frisk,” he amiably chirped, “My name is the Vision. I am here regarding the bomb threatening your life.”