07-01-2018, 02:29 PM
The Vision smiled. Though this wasn’t the home he left, it was regardless good to see a residence he actually had lived in before. He felt... relief.
The Vision noted how quickly the mansion went up. How long had he been gone? His internal clock had been corrupted while he struggled in the Vasty Deeps. It seemed that the Avengers had relocated completely and even settled into their new home.
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Shifting...
The android flew through the walls, his body almost translucent as his cape continued to billow behind him.
Finding the majority of the Avengers eating in the dining room, the Vision smiled at them. Two humans in advanced armor shot to their feet and entered defensive stances, while a female teenager with green-blue hair backed up warily. But the veteran members of the table stayed in their seats, watching the android’s sudden appearance incredulously.
“I’ll be damned,” Moon Knight laughed.
“What the hell is that?” the female human cried.
“That, Ms. Fisher, is the Vision,” Mr. Jarvis smiled, “Welcome home, sir.”
“Query,” Vision said, smiling profusely at the relative strangers, “What did I miss?”
***
Moon Knight, Edwin Jarvis and the android himself stood in front of the statue of Captain Rogers. The Vision had earlier plugged into one of the computers at the briefing room and absorbed all the information he could regarding the time he missed. But this megabit of data... needed a personal approach.
“You...” The Vision blinked. “You decapitated Captain Rogers.”
The Vision’s eyes flared quite literally. Moon Knight leaned back and leered at Mr. Jarvis. The butler raised his hands assuringly.
“I understand that you’re upset,” Mr. Jarvis said, “but you were not present when the Darklings were attacking the island. Captain Rogers was no longer himself. And after all, the man was a Prime. Death is not the end for us, and forgive my forwardness, but you are well aware of that, sir.”
The Vision scowled. His eyes dimmed slightly and he turned to Moon Knight.
“Forgive me, Mr. Spector,” the android continued, “He and I were close.”
“He was an inspiration to all of us,” Moon Knight growled, his voice quiet and heavy, “I didn’t want to do it. But they were gonna swarm us. Good work on stopping that, by the way.”
“I was hoping to quash the incursion at its root,” the Vision explained, “But yes, I hear the others were successful in that matter.”
“The others?”
“I fell in that battle,” the Vision replied.
Moon Knight paused as if to listen, then chuckled humorlessly. “Yes, I’d still rather not die, if you don’t mind.”
“Error: I do not know what you mean.”
Moon Knight cleared his throat. “It’s nothing.”
Mr. Jarvis leaned forward. “Mr. Vision, sir, you were gone for a year and a half. What happened?”
The Vision pondered before answering.
“I was also trapped,” the android answered, “It appears that in its manipulation of physical forces, Nebula caused time to distort as well. For you, it may seem that I was gone for a year and a half. But as far as I’m aware, that battle lasted less than an afternoon.”
Mr. Jarvis raised his eyebrows. “An afternoon?”
“Yes,” the Vision replied, “but it was an intense battle. I am... sad to hear that the settlement in which the battle took place has been completely destroyed.”
“I heard it was a town of pirates,” Moon Knight snapped, “full of thieves and murderers.”
“Be that as it may, they did not deserve the fate they suffered. Some good did come of it, however. Ms. Ferguson was there.”
“Who?” Moon Knight asked, looking at Mr. Jarvis’ pleased face.
“Blink,” the butler explained, “a mutant capable of creating small, momentary portals in space. She was one of the first Vasty Deep Avengers.”
The Vision nodded. “She’s become quite skilled since we parted ways, and seemed pleased to see me as well. Perhaps we can call upon her if need be.”
“An afternoon,” Moon Knight sighed, “in the span of year.”
The Vision nodded. “You can understand my confusion, I hope, as much as I understand yours.”
“Doing my best,” Moon Knight replied, “But I’ve been wondering, what happens now? The people inside, they’re good people who just came out of prison. And they’re my team. No offense, of course, you know I respect you.”
The Vision placed a hand on the statue of Captain America, before turning to Moon Knight, who turned to his left.
“No, YOU be quiet, I need to say this,” Moon Knight snapped before continuing, “Frankly, I don’t think I’m the leader type. Not like Rogers. I know everyone looks at me like I’m messed in the head. Maybe I am. But you’re a stranger to them, Vision. I hope you know what I’m trying to say.”
“Affirmative,” the Vision replied, “You believe that my relatively sudden appearance may cause friction within the delicate structure in the team.”
Moon Knight looked at Mr. Jarvis, who shook his head warily. The Vision laid a hand on Captain Rogers’ granite foot.
> print(“Goodbye, old friend. Until we meet again.”)
Goodbye, old friend. Until we meet again.
“I agree,” the Vision said.
Moon Knight and Edwin Jarvis looked at each other in surprise.
“You were correct to expect resistance. My emotional protocols do include ego and pride. However, they also grant me insight,” the Vision said, strolling to look at the other memorialized Avengers, “And I hope you will use yours when I say that I believe the team needs a reminder of what it stands for.”
Moon Knight stopped in his tracks and crossed his arms. “Excuse me?”
“You have been a member of the West Coast Avengers, yes,” the Vision explained, “But I have known no other life. And what I’ve learned is that, despite the name, the Avengers don’t stand for vengeance. Perhaps not even justice.”
The Vision stopped and turned to the other two. “The Avengers are protection, gentlemen. We protect the people.”
“I know that,” Moon Knight snapped.
“Of course, but you believe that justice is our priority,” Vision said, “I hold everyone’s safety above all else.”
“So do-”
“Everyone.”
The Vision tilted his head, and a hologram quivered from the Solar Gem in his forehead. It showed shaky smartphone footage of Moon Knight picking up a hovercraft and throwing it at the Centurion. The hologram faded and Moon Knight crossed his arms.
“What’s your point?”
“My point is that you recklessly endangered countless people with your actions,” the Vision said, “And while I appreciate your taking over the team-”
“Listen, Vision, we’ve had a year and a half on our belt. You weren’t here when we drove of the Darklings, you weren’t here in the prison breakout, you weren’t here when HYDRA attacked the Tower-”
“Query: HYDRA exists in the Omniverse?”
Mr. Jarvis nodded ruefully. Moon Knight scoffed.
“That’s not the point, Vision,” the vigilante continued, “You can’t just show up nearly two years later and tell me how to run a team you haven’t known for more than a day.”
The Vision twitched his eyebrows. Mr. Jarvis cleared his throat.
“Gentlemen, as strange as it may sound, I agree with both of you.”
The two superheroes turned to the butler, surprised.
“Vision, sir, with all due respect,” the old man said, “The team calls Moon Knight their leader. They don’t quite know who you are, and are not likely to be receptive of your sudden claim to captaincy.”
The butler turned to the Silver Avenger. “However, I do feel that the team needs a moral compass fueled not by fury, but by duty and compassion. The Avengers were few under the Vision’s leadership, but so were our enemies. He made many allies in the Vasty Deeps before the Tower burned, who still want to work with him. He can navigate... sensitive scenarios more deftly than the two of us combined.”
“Like what?” Moon Knight said.
“Perhaps like attacking a young man in the streets of the most oppressive government we’ve known because he was carrying an unconscious girl?” Mr. Jarvis said pointedly.
Moon Knight opened his mouth, then closed it again. He looked at the Vision, who was nodding.
“This seems to be the optimal solution,” the android said, “To share the burden.”
Moon Knight scowled, but nodded. “I’ll admit, I don’t like it, but I think I’m outnumbered here.”
The Vision stuck out his hand, and Moon Knight shook it. Mr. Jarvis beamed.
“Query: do you have still have the Star Piece?”
“Recovered it at the first opportunity,” Moon Knight said, “It’s in the Mansion.”
“Excellent,” Vision said, before commenting, “I am glad you built the Mansion, Mr. Spector. It is less... ostentatious.”
Moon Knight chuckled. “The mansion is less ostentatious than the other building Stark built.”
The three men grinned at the thought. Mr. Jarvis sighed, “Yes, Mr. Stark always did have a flamboyant personality.”
“Query: is there still a training room?”
“Downstairs, why?”
The Vision looked at the lavish house. He thought of what a well-oiled machine the Avengers at home were. They wordlessly understood when to make way for a teammate or when to combine their special abilities to greater ends.
“We will need to train them how to fight as a unit,” Vision said, “Just like we did.”
The Vision looked at the mansion. Home again.
> print(“Just like we did.”)
Just like we did.
The Vision noted how quickly the mansion went up. How long had he been gone? His internal clock had been corrupted while he struggled in the Vasty Deeps. It seemed that the Avengers had relocated completely and even settled into their new home.
> self.setvalue density $all 0.003%
Shifting...
The android flew through the walls, his body almost translucent as his cape continued to billow behind him.
Finding the majority of the Avengers eating in the dining room, the Vision smiled at them. Two humans in advanced armor shot to their feet and entered defensive stances, while a female teenager with green-blue hair backed up warily. But the veteran members of the table stayed in their seats, watching the android’s sudden appearance incredulously.
“I’ll be damned,” Moon Knight laughed.
“What the hell is that?” the female human cried.
“That, Ms. Fisher, is the Vision,” Mr. Jarvis smiled, “Welcome home, sir.”
“Query,” Vision said, smiling profusely at the relative strangers, “What did I miss?”
***
Moon Knight, Edwin Jarvis and the android himself stood in front of the statue of Captain Rogers. The Vision had earlier plugged into one of the computers at the briefing room and absorbed all the information he could regarding the time he missed. But this megabit of data... needed a personal approach.
“You...” The Vision blinked. “You decapitated Captain Rogers.”
The Vision’s eyes flared quite literally. Moon Knight leaned back and leered at Mr. Jarvis. The butler raised his hands assuringly.
“I understand that you’re upset,” Mr. Jarvis said, “but you were not present when the Darklings were attacking the island. Captain Rogers was no longer himself. And after all, the man was a Prime. Death is not the end for us, and forgive my forwardness, but you are well aware of that, sir.”
The Vision scowled. His eyes dimmed slightly and he turned to Moon Knight.
“Forgive me, Mr. Spector,” the android continued, “He and I were close.”
“He was an inspiration to all of us,” Moon Knight growled, his voice quiet and heavy, “I didn’t want to do it. But they were gonna swarm us. Good work on stopping that, by the way.”
“I was hoping to quash the incursion at its root,” the Vision explained, “But yes, I hear the others were successful in that matter.”
“The others?”
“I fell in that battle,” the Vision replied.
Moon Knight paused as if to listen, then chuckled humorlessly. “Yes, I’d still rather not die, if you don’t mind.”
“Error: I do not know what you mean.”
Moon Knight cleared his throat. “It’s nothing.”
Mr. Jarvis leaned forward. “Mr. Vision, sir, you were gone for a year and a half. What happened?”
The Vision pondered before answering.
“I was also trapped,” the android answered, “It appears that in its manipulation of physical forces, Nebula caused time to distort as well. For you, it may seem that I was gone for a year and a half. But as far as I’m aware, that battle lasted less than an afternoon.”
Mr. Jarvis raised his eyebrows. “An afternoon?”
“Yes,” the Vision replied, “but it was an intense battle. I am... sad to hear that the settlement in which the battle took place has been completely destroyed.”
“I heard it was a town of pirates,” Moon Knight snapped, “full of thieves and murderers.”
“Be that as it may, they did not deserve the fate they suffered. Some good did come of it, however. Ms. Ferguson was there.”
“Who?” Moon Knight asked, looking at Mr. Jarvis’ pleased face.
“Blink,” the butler explained, “a mutant capable of creating small, momentary portals in space. She was one of the first Vasty Deep Avengers.”
The Vision nodded. “She’s become quite skilled since we parted ways, and seemed pleased to see me as well. Perhaps we can call upon her if need be.”
“An afternoon,” Moon Knight sighed, “in the span of year.”
The Vision nodded. “You can understand my confusion, I hope, as much as I understand yours.”
“Doing my best,” Moon Knight replied, “But I’ve been wondering, what happens now? The people inside, they’re good people who just came out of prison. And they’re my team. No offense, of course, you know I respect you.”
The Vision placed a hand on the statue of Captain America, before turning to Moon Knight, who turned to his left.
“No, YOU be quiet, I need to say this,” Moon Knight snapped before continuing, “Frankly, I don’t think I’m the leader type. Not like Rogers. I know everyone looks at me like I’m messed in the head. Maybe I am. But you’re a stranger to them, Vision. I hope you know what I’m trying to say.”
“Affirmative,” the Vision replied, “You believe that my relatively sudden appearance may cause friction within the delicate structure in the team.”
Moon Knight looked at Mr. Jarvis, who shook his head warily. The Vision laid a hand on Captain Rogers’ granite foot.
> print(“Goodbye, old friend. Until we meet again.”)
Goodbye, old friend. Until we meet again.
“I agree,” the Vision said.
Moon Knight and Edwin Jarvis looked at each other in surprise.
“You were correct to expect resistance. My emotional protocols do include ego and pride. However, they also grant me insight,” the Vision said, strolling to look at the other memorialized Avengers, “And I hope you will use yours when I say that I believe the team needs a reminder of what it stands for.”
Moon Knight stopped in his tracks and crossed his arms. “Excuse me?”
“You have been a member of the West Coast Avengers, yes,” the Vision explained, “But I have known no other life. And what I’ve learned is that, despite the name, the Avengers don’t stand for vengeance. Perhaps not even justice.”
The Vision stopped and turned to the other two. “The Avengers are protection, gentlemen. We protect the people.”
“I know that,” Moon Knight snapped.
“Of course, but you believe that justice is our priority,” Vision said, “I hold everyone’s safety above all else.”
“So do-”
“Everyone.”
The Vision tilted his head, and a hologram quivered from the Solar Gem in his forehead. It showed shaky smartphone footage of Moon Knight picking up a hovercraft and throwing it at the Centurion. The hologram faded and Moon Knight crossed his arms.
“What’s your point?”
“My point is that you recklessly endangered countless people with your actions,” the Vision said, “And while I appreciate your taking over the team-”
“Listen, Vision, we’ve had a year and a half on our belt. You weren’t here when we drove of the Darklings, you weren’t here in the prison breakout, you weren’t here when HYDRA attacked the Tower-”
“Query: HYDRA exists in the Omniverse?”
Mr. Jarvis nodded ruefully. Moon Knight scoffed.
“That’s not the point, Vision,” the vigilante continued, “You can’t just show up nearly two years later and tell me how to run a team you haven’t known for more than a day.”
The Vision twitched his eyebrows. Mr. Jarvis cleared his throat.
“Gentlemen, as strange as it may sound, I agree with both of you.”
The two superheroes turned to the butler, surprised.
“Vision, sir, with all due respect,” the old man said, “The team calls Moon Knight their leader. They don’t quite know who you are, and are not likely to be receptive of your sudden claim to captaincy.”
The butler turned to the Silver Avenger. “However, I do feel that the team needs a moral compass fueled not by fury, but by duty and compassion. The Avengers were few under the Vision’s leadership, but so were our enemies. He made many allies in the Vasty Deeps before the Tower burned, who still want to work with him. He can navigate... sensitive scenarios more deftly than the two of us combined.”
“Like what?” Moon Knight said.
“Perhaps like attacking a young man in the streets of the most oppressive government we’ve known because he was carrying an unconscious girl?” Mr. Jarvis said pointedly.
Moon Knight opened his mouth, then closed it again. He looked at the Vision, who was nodding.
“This seems to be the optimal solution,” the android said, “To share the burden.”
Moon Knight scowled, but nodded. “I’ll admit, I don’t like it, but I think I’m outnumbered here.”
The Vision stuck out his hand, and Moon Knight shook it. Mr. Jarvis beamed.
“Query: do you have still have the Star Piece?”
“Recovered it at the first opportunity,” Moon Knight said, “It’s in the Mansion.”
“Excellent,” Vision said, before commenting, “I am glad you built the Mansion, Mr. Spector. It is less... ostentatious.”
Moon Knight chuckled. “The mansion is less ostentatious than the other building Stark built.”
The three men grinned at the thought. Mr. Jarvis sighed, “Yes, Mr. Stark always did have a flamboyant personality.”
“Query: is there still a training room?”
“Downstairs, why?”
The Vision looked at the lavish house. He thought of what a well-oiled machine the Avengers at home were. They wordlessly understood when to make way for a teammate or when to combine their special abilities to greater ends.
“We will need to train them how to fight as a unit,” Vision said, “Just like we did.”
The Vision looked at the mansion. Home again.
> print(“Just like we did.”)
Just like we did.
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