AN: "Guess what? I got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell!"

Vision looked around him, a teleporter, two telepaths, and one who could shoot optical blasts. The telepaths weren't going to be a problem. The teleporter would be almost ineffective against him. The only threat would be the one with the optic blasts, and he wouldn't risk firing that in this office, or any enclosed space most likely. He had this.

"How did you get in here?" asked the Professor, one of the telepaths.

"It wasn't that hard. I got to tell you though I enjoyed the laser cannons. I had some fun with them."

"What do you want?" asked the one in the red glasses.

"Assessment. It's quite simple really. I found the teleporter, from there it wasn't hard. I knew there was a den of you mutants here. It wasn't that hard."

"He led you back to us?"

"VAT!! But I teleported how in ze hell did you follow me?"

"hmm. heh heh. HAHAHAHAH!! Oh I'm sorry but… Ir's quite refreshing really, I'm used to everyone I interact with knowing just what I can do. It's fun to play with some who are so… ignorant."

"That doesn't answer our question 'Vision'!" The one with the red glasses yelled. Vision smirked. This was gonna be fun. HE pointed at Kurt.

"Kurt Waggner. Currently boards at the Xavier Institute on the outskirts of Bayville. Marital Status: Un-Married. Grades: average. Decent: German." He pointed to The Proffesor and his eyes glowed brighter for a few moments. "Professor Charles Xavier. Currently runs and boards at the Xavier Institute for gifted Youngsters, also founder. Marital Status: One Engament, never married. Income: A Shit ton. Decent: American." His eyes glowed again as he pointed at The red eyed one. "Ahh, I was wondering about you. Scott Summers, orphaned. Let's see here. OH top quality grades. Described by his teachers as the good little boy who always does as told, but described by your gyn teacher as 'a real go geter wuth potential leadership skills'. And possibly most interesting your described as 'a trouble maker and one to watch out for' by your ex-principle Drakhome. Oh even more peculiar you apparently have an eye condition? Hmm now that's odd. When I scanned you just now I determined that you can shoot powerful optical balasts. Interesting. And last and possibly least impressive is you…" he pointed to the red head. "Mrs. Jean Grey. It says here that you are an excellent soccer player, very active on the sports teams of Bayville high. Apart from that and good grades there isn't much here. Nothing to really distinguish you at all. Though I've determined from increased brain activity that you are a telepath,but sadly not a very powerful one. There is a possibility that you have telekinetic abilities as well but… well let's just say I'll believe it when I see it. The Professor shows some of these signs as well and I would think it to be much more likely given his… condition, that he would develop telekinetic. However there hasn't been a mutant with telekinetic abilities on file. Well none that could even lift a table spoon."



They were all in absolute shock. He could see it. They were all wondering how he knew. Idiots. If they really paid any attention to what he had said they might have worked it out. He had made it clear he was reading from something. If only these prattling humans, no mutants, could look up from the very basic information and process things at his level. He had only met one man who could do that, and he had been the same age as these… children. Yes Stark was much cleverer than these buffoons. Well he'd have to be to help create me. Vision thought. Vision shook himself. Taking a stroll down memory lane wasn't what he was here to do. He was here only to observe and interact, he wasn't even here to battle, that would be left to others, unless they attacked him first, or they became a threat. Everything depended on what they did right here and now.

"Ok, are we supposed to be impressed? You know stuff that anyone could have found out. Hell for all we know you could just have been sent by the Brotherhood, or the Acolytes." Scott said trying to fake a brave and unperturbed façade.

"A possibility, though highly unlikely," Vision said now making his grin even broader, if that was possible.

"And why is that?" Scott retorted back.

"Well, I had no information of several groups of mutants in this area. Not to mention warring ones at that, thanks for the info though. I'm sure I can think of some way to use it."

"You smug bastard!" Scot roared beginning to lift his glasses, and-

"SCOTT!! That will be enough." The Professor said sternly.

"But Professor…"

"No buts. We don't know how powerful this thing is, he also apparently has quite a lot of information about us, while we know nothing about him. Think Scott, how do you intend to beat him when you don't even know what he can do!"

This Professor Xavier is a smart one. Maybe this will be more interesting than I thought. As for Laser Eyes over there he's a dumbass. He lets his emotions control him way too much. If push comes to shove though he might be able to hurt me so I'd better be cautious. The elf over there seems useless enough that I should be able to take care of him fast, though I haven't seen him in battle, who knows adrenalin might give the kid an edge. And as for Red… I'm not sure. I haven't seen her do anything, but she seems to be observing all of this intently. Who knows while she might not be the strongest, she could be one of the smartest. All in all I wouldn't want a direct confrontation just yet. Though it might be fun to fight the lasery one later. The Vision thoughts took him less than a second to think. He was faster than any human or mutant could ever hope to compare to. His processing power and memory were nearly limitless. Not to mention his ability to learn anything he needed to. He was more than artificial intelligence… he was superior intelligence.

"All right Professor, your right."



"Good now… Vision was it… what is it you want exactly with me and my students?"

"I told you old man. Try to keep up. I'm an observer. Your every move and brain wave is being stored in my memory and analyzed. The people I report to want to know everything about you mutants before they make a second move. Their first was clumsy and not well planned. That's why I'm here. I want to know everything. I'm here to watch, I'm here to see. I'm the vision of my superiors. And they will use the sight I give them to see into your very thoughts." Vision tried to sound as grim and menacing as possible and he could see the effects working.

"And who do you report to?" asked the Professor.

"But sir! Surely you can figure that out for yourself!" Vision said almost laughing.

"…Trask…" the Professor said slowly.

"Bingo." Vision almost hissed. He smiled, and to the assembled individuals it must have seemed like the most evil smirk ever. Vision, satisfied at the result, turned and began to walk out of the room. He'd made first contact. He'd seen their reactions, he'd studied them. Phase one was complete… or almost complete.

"WAIT! Where are you going now?" The Professor barked at Visions retreating back. Vision looked back at him and smiled.

"I thought I'd check out that Brotherhood you mentioned."

"You'll never find them. You don't know anything about them." Scott said with a annoyingly superior look. "Where the hell would you look?"

"I found you didn't I?" Vision retorted.

"But… that-" Scott was speechless.

"Besides I think I can guess from the information I gained from you."

"Like vat? Ve haven't told you anything!" Kurt snapped back.

"Oh really? Form what you said you are enemies. And judging by the many strange occurrences at your high school, which brought me here in the first place., I can guess that they are students that you fight with often and-" his eyes glowed bright once again, "LOOKY HERE!! Detentions for most of the people who go to the high school and live here. For fighting no less, with a Lance, a Tod, a Pietro, a Freddy, and one listed only as Rogue. Seems I've found this little Brotherhood because, wouldn't you know it they are all listed under one residency!" He grinned like a mad man, or make that mad machine. "Am I good or WHAT!?" Vision yelled as he darted out of the room, leaving in his wake a group of confused and scared teenagers and their very worried mentor.



Vision had entered the house without anyone noticing, of course. He had scanned the house but only found the bathroom occupied. No one else was in the house. He wondered briefly who was in the shower, but perished the thought as he crept up the stairs. The thought that replaced it was: please don't come out. PLEASE don't come out.

He was almost at the bathroom door when it sprang open and out walked a very wet, very nude, girl. She was tall for a girl and he placed her around 5'6. She had dripping black hair that was very short, and her breast were-

What the hell, don't process info about her breast. Come on Vision what's wrong with you? But he couldn't help it. Damn it Stark must've put in a code for this somewhere. That is the problem with having an adolescent sex maniac for a programmer. HE couldn't help but look at her, study her body. It was the first naked woman he'd seen. He'd seen himself naked so the male anatomy was no stranger to him. After all he had been made to perfectly mimic the human body and mind, but the nude female form now fascinated him. Unfortunately for him most women, especially adolescent ones with intimacy problems and anger issues, don't like being ogled by men. If they happen to be cybernetic men that just is over kill. The last thing Vision sees and hears before his system goes down, are loud, angry curses and a hand hand flying up to point a single ivory finger at him.

To Be Continued…

AN: Well what did ya think? Should I continue? Don't answer that. But do tell me what you think, what I could improve on, yada yada. This chapter was kinda written from Visions perspective, but being told by a third person. Kinda like 300 where it was from Leonidaces (I don't know how to spell it) point of view but told by the one eyed guy (who is awesome in everything he's been in). Anyway tell me if you liked it or if you didn't. Oh and the Quote at the beginning was just some Christopher Walkin randomness that I had to get out.