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

[The Vision]

The Vision gazed at Frisk. The child had lowered her gaze sheepishly.

For a moment, he thought he saw Jocasta in front of him. An emotion - registered as guilt - washed over the buzzing programs in his head.

He quickly grabbed the defused explosive. Gingerly holding it in his hand, he turned to Frisk.

"That can be discussed" the Vision said, "At any rate, I would like to question you. I defused the explosive device without further preparations because it was my duty to protect you and these civilians. But now that duty is fulfilled, and I will need to understand its context. I need to calculate the risk factor of this Princess Sunshine... or other parties involved."

The android glanced at Frisk once more.

"Afterwards, if you demonstrate that you are not a safety risk, you may stay at Avengers Tower for as long as is reasonable. Whatever that may mean to you."

As he turned to board his motorboat, he smiled once more at the little girl.

"To be concise, it depends on you, Ms. Frisk. And don't worry about the floors."

Frisk, delighted, climbed into the boat. "Why do you say that?"

"I would not charge anyone besides Mr. Jarvis with the task of cleaning our floors," the android chuckled, "We have... many."

With an (almost amiable?) roar, the motorboat started sailing towards the Avengers headquarters.