OMG a Talking Toaster!

remember when vision, an actual super intelligent android, started stammering when talking about his and wanda’s relationship because loving wanda maximoff is just that powerful

Vision floated before the door to Miss- Wanda, she said that he should call her Wanda and he was attempting to override his natural inclination to formality that was most likely a vestige of the AI Jarvis, in order to do as she requested. He knocked on her door- also a request from her. Do not simply walk through walls. Humans knock. Humans used doors. Such things were foreign to him. His memories of existence prior to his creation did not involve having a centralized body. The idea of simply being in a space, and that he could possibly invade the space of others was- odd. He was doing a great deal of research on the psychology and sociological practices of person bubbles. He felt he was making good strides, but most of the Avengers still found him- off-putting- in his lack of intrinsic knowledge of interpersonal signaling. He walked through the door to find Wanda as she often was, on her bed and smiled at him. "Hello Wanda, I thought perhaps we could continue our viewing of situational comedies?" @scarlet-at-her-fingertips

Vision floats in and sits by her on the bed, not touching, keeping to himself enough to not seem forward. He is wearing 'comfortable' clothing. His attempts to explain that he did not feel discomfort so comfort was also not possible but the team seemed to gain tension from him always wearing his uniform. The gained a different tension when he tried to go 'naked'. Humans were odd. So he modeled his clothing after what he observed as casual wear. "Wanda- you are not required to stay in your room. If you are bored there are many activities around the compound that might be entertaining." He told her with some concern in his voice. He worried about Wanda- JARVIS was programmed to be helpful to all under his watch- while he was not likewise programmed to do, anything at all, there was still an instinct to help when he saw problems. He saw a great many in her, she was suffering- so many losses, and her activities against the other Avengers previously seemed to isolate her from them as well. He understood that her ability to turn their minds against them was frightening to them. He understood that- he was often frightening or discomforting to them as well, despite his best efforts. "I have no other engagements scheduled." He told her. This was in general, not just for the day. Vision was- setting his own purpose to things, and was thus on his own schedule. "I must insist, though, if we do watch for that long that we stop at some point that you might have lunch."

Vision pondered that turn of phrase. After a bit of digging on the internet he found what he believed to be the intended meaning. "Forgive me if I have misunderstood, but if you mean the sock are not matching with your normal personal style- I must question why they should. If they make you happy or even if you like them enough to wear them it seems that they are- so to speak- 'like you'." He said and smiled at her. "I have found that my exactness does not help a great deal as cooking instructions are often inexact in nature. 'Salt to taste' or 'until browned' which has no specific color it is referring to - things that I cannot preform exactingly." Vision explained. "I believe it is what they call an 'art' - which so far I do not show any proclivity for. Not being human most likely leaves me forever outside such things." Vision looked down shyly when she nudged his arm. "I will of course, attempt to make an edible meal for you- for your health."