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Thank you so much for all your patience with and encouragement of this blog. When I first joined the Platonic MCU Family, I was convinced that this blog would never get the same kind of attention that the other Avengers garnered because most people consider him a Second-String Avenger. But after only a few weeks, it became clear that people valued Viz, and I’m so grateful that you have trusted me to provide what is hopefully quality content for people who enjoy Marvel’s best synthezoid and for those who want to get to know this little-explored hero. You all have helped make this blog what it is with your incredibly creative requests, and you’ve helped me to become a better writer in the process. Thank you all so, so much for all your contributions. If there’s anything you guys want to do in celebration of this milestone, let me know, and I’ll work on it as I finish up the other requests in my inbox! Thanks again, everyone!!!

Listen, this is a scenario I wish I could actually experience, and I’m so grateful to you for thinking it up, Darling Anon. Thank you for your patience!

You’re friendly with all the Avengers

It’s an important part of being a member of the team

But being close to Vision meant that you were bound to get close to Wanda

The two of you always enjoyed talking and watching movies together and often gave each other music recommendations

You shopped together at least once a month and were constantly swapping recipes

After a few months of bonding, she had started to tell you stories of Sokovia, of Pietro and her parents

She always appreciated that you never pried beyond what she was willing to say out loud at any given moment and was grateful that she could cry in front of you if she got overwhelmed by the memories

You were honored that she trusted you enough to share such a vulnerable side of herself with you

One day while she’s telling you a funny story about her brother over lunch, she mentions one of her favorite childhood movies and pauses, struck by a sudden realization

“Wanda, you okay?”

“You would love that movie! Things were so unstable in Sokovia when Piet and I were growing up, there weren’t a lot of new films being made. Most of the ones we loved were ones our parents saw when they were young. They weren’t exactly kid-friendly, but they were what we had. Thinking about them now, they’re very predictable, but with the commentary you like to give, you’d have a great time watching every single one.”

“I’d love to watch them with you, Wanda. You think Miss F.R.I.D.A.Y. can pull them up?”

F.R.I.D.A.Y. assures you she can

And you and Wanda decide to make a whole night of it—your mattress in her room, pizza, a Sokovian dessert that she used to make with her dad, and of course, your world-famous chocolate chip cookies

All to the sights and sounds of favorite childhood movies, courtesy of your favorite disembodied AI

You look forward to it for the rest of the week

That Saturday when the two of you get together to start the festivities

You have the same realization at the same time

You voice it first because you know Wanda’s more likely to be shy about it since she never wants you to feel like a third wheel

But she and Vision are always really careful not to be “couple-centric” when you’re with them, so you have no issue bringing it up

“Hey, Wanda. It’s totally cool if you want it to just be the two of us…but you know it’s also totally fine with me if you want to invite Viz.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’d literally love for him to join us. Here—I’ll order the pizza, you go find our favorite synthezoid.”

A few minutes later, you’re finishing up on the phone as Wanda walks in with Vision

When you hang up, he gives you a tentative smile

“I truly don’t want to intrude if you intended to spend the night solely with Wanda.”

“Clearly, you’ve never done a sleepover before, Viz. The golden rule is the more best friends, the merrier.”

And so, the three of you start off your adventure by jumping into the kitchen to bake the cobbler Wanda’s dad taught her to make on the days when Pietro went to the market with their mom

“Pietro would always make the cream with the milk they had just gotten. He was always better at that part than I was. But we would all eat together on the back balcony. The sunsets in Sokovia weren’t usually very pretty, but we never minded much.”

You and Vision complete every instruction under her watchful eye, clarifying each step because you’re highkey terrified you’re going to ruin her favorite dessert

Thankfully, you don’t

Just before you finish, F.R.I.D.A.Y. alerts you that the pizzas have arrived and you answer the door, always loving the expressions of unsuspecting pizza delivery workers when they realize that they’re pulling up to the New Avengers Facility

When you finally settle in, the first round of food at the ready, the opening movie is one of Wanda’s choosing, a film about a group of art thieves and forgers

Following that, you pull up “The Incredibles”

You don’t think about it ahead of time, but when they mention the Superhero Relocation Program, it smacks of the Accords and you quickly pause the film, looking over at Wanda

But she waves off your concern without a word, insistent that you start the movie again

She wears a fond smile every time Dash is on-screen

Another parallel you hadn’t considered

And laughs really hard every time he does something silly, telling you and Vision that Pietro was the same way growing up, even before he got his speed

The “no capes” part?

Vision is gone

You watch one more Sokovian movie after that before baking cookies and breaking out one of the other pizzas

By the time the marathon part of the night is over, Wanda has managed to teach you and Viz some basic Sokovian

Viz, of course, picks it up without issue

But Wanda is actually very impressed with how well you do for your first time

Every time one of the movies used one of your newly learned vocab words, you yelled it triumphantly, which Wanda and Vision both found hilarious

The three of you build a fort in the middle of Wanda’s floor and settle into casual conversation, laughing often and giving one another silly dares

You and Vision definitely get into a friendly argument about who can do a better job braiding Wanda’s hair and have to declare a contest to provide a true answer

Wanda awards you first place before kissing her boyfriend’s cheek briefly to break his playful pout

The night lasts to the near-morning hours when you and Wanda finally fall asleep while listening to her Spotify playlist

Vision quietly leaves the two of you to sleep, making sure both of you are covered by blankets with pillows under your heads

When the two of you wake up just past the threshold where morning transforms into afternoon, you head downstairs and are greeted by three place settings and an array of brunch foods (including the last of your pizza), Vision washing dishes at the sink

When you and Wanda ask what’s going on, he dries his hands before explaining that it’s his way of thanking you both for including him in a very fun night that helped him feel even closer to his two favorite people

You’re touched by his efforts, both of you thanking him in Sokovian

But you wouldn’t be a best friend if you let him off easy

“Did you get Steve or Bucky to make the French toast?”

“You’ve both seen me practicing my cooking. Is it so unlikely that I could have improved enough to put this together?”

“You’re right, I have seen you practice, and that’s how I know your bread doesn’t get this golden. So which of the vets was in the mood for breakfast this morning?”

“…”

“…”

“Sergeant Barnes insisted.”

“Yeah, I’m sure he did.”

Truly, a fantastic concept, Anon. Thank you for the request and patience, Love!

Peter has a habit of starting up friendly competitions with you

Sometimes it’s about engineering things

Sometimes it’s about how many rounds you can last sparring with Cap

But most of the time

It’s about how many lines of a movie you can quote

Or who’s better at the newest line dance

But the day he really opens the floodgates

Is the day he sends you a video of himself and Ned handcuffed together with the ending message of, “Your turn”

“Oh, it’s on, Parker.“

You show Vision the video, and, surprisingly, he is immediately down

“For real, Viz? You don’t have any issue with that? I thought it would take some convincing.”

“It would be far more of an inconvenience for you than myself. There is very little I am required to do in the course of a day. You, on the other hand need to eat and sleep and…relieve yourself.”

“That’s true, but if Peter can make it work, I’m more than convinced we can.”

And so on a Friday night at 5 PM

You find yourself recruiting Sam to film as Wanda handcuffs your left wrist to Vision’s right one

And the 24 hours begins

The beginning hours are a breeze

You and Vision watch “Ready, Player One” without incident

Afterward, the two of you learn the secret of making food in tandem—leaving your linked hands out of it

Viz grabs whatever you need from the cabinet with his left hand and you mix or pour or plate whatever you need with your right hand

It’s a highly effective strategy

And totally Vision’s idea

Bruce and Steve, entirely unaware of your current condition, call everyone down to the common room for game night

It’s charades and Pictionary

You and Vision usually make a fantastic team when one of you gives clues and the other guesses

But giving clues together isn’t nearly as effective

Which shows in Wanda’s face as she tries to guess what your nonsense is supposed to be representative of

At one point, they mix up the teams and declare that you and Viz are on separate teams

Which is even worse because one of you has to stand there, letting the other drag your chained hand around as they move completely unpredictably to act out their word

The team keeps you two up there for longer than necessary, finding your struggle hilarious

You’re positive Tony sends a recording to Peter

Vision learns that you take a long time to get ready for bed

But he’s extremely respectful, averting his gaze at you during the awkward moments when you have to go to the bathroom and making pleasant conversation when you rub your acne medicine into your face

“All in all, I’d say we’re off to a pretty good start, Viz.”

“I agree. I feel we’ve completed the first fourth of this challenge quite successfully.”

Sleep is an uneventful eight hours for you

And a fairly uneventful eight hours for Vision

He keeps himself entertained by looking through some of Tony’s newest blueprints and suggesting some tweaks for a new prototype of Cap’s shield

He spends some time reading through the electronic copy of “Hamilton: The Revolution” you bought him for Christmas

And he does sleep for a few hours, sorting out the information of the day and cleaning out his neural systems for optimal functioning

But he doesn’t sleep very deeply

Because every time you shift in your sleep, Vision is careful to adjust his arm so you can have as much slack with the handcuffs as you need

The wake-up routine is bathroom, breakfast, and funny Internet videos

And a long walk through the compound to make up for the fact that your normal workout is too hard to do while handcuffed to another person

You skip the customary post-workout shower

Because walking doesn’t work up the same sweat that your typical routine does

And because some things are just too awkward to even think about, let alone attempt

You sit down for second breakfast and round two of Internet videos—specifically ones that discuss theories about your favorite film series

Lunch with Wanda follows

Accompanied, of course, by brilliant conversation

After she leaves, you realize you’ve gotten off remarkably scot-free—a total lack, excluding charades, of harrowing or even embarrassing moments

“This has truly been too easy. We’ve got to kick it up a notch, Viz.”

“You want to go looking for trouble?”

“…”

“…”

“We need to get at least one good story out of this.”

“I quite believed charades qualified as exactly that.”

And so you attempt a challenge that requires the utmost coordination—

Learning choreography

The two of you fall over each other many times, narrowly dodging hitting one another in the face often and dissolving into laughter even more frequently

But by the time you’re done, you’ve actually managed to master a significant amount of choreography

And you’ve sworn to finish the job next weekend

The final hour passes uneventfully

You and Vision talk casually, reminiscing about your favorite missions and adventures

It’s a nice walk down memory lane

And it continues long past the moment when Wanda finds the two of you and releases you from your handcuffs as the clock strikes 5

“We really did that, didn’t we, Viz?”

“We did. I believe it’s appropriate to say Peter Parker and Ned Leeds have met their match.”

“Peter and Ned, who?”

Thank you for your request, Anon! Anyone who gets kinda squeamish about bugs–skip reading this scenario! I’ll put it below the cut so that you don’t have to scroll past any descriptions you don’t want to see. Hope you enjoy, Anon!

Thank you for this awesome request, Anon! I love drawing but typically don’t show my work to anyone until it’s completely done and erased several times over, so I really related to it!

Art was something you’d grown up with

You’d always enjoyed drawing as a kid

But never felt it was a particular strong suit of yours

Until about seventh grade

When an art class and a very patient teacher helped you hone your skills—teaching you how to shade and estimate proportions correctly

The amount of time you spent practicing your art after that skyrocketed

For birthdays and holidays, you started asking for sketchbooks

And while you own more of them now than you could probably ever actually fill

They bring you a lot of comfort

And you love working in them whenever you can as a form of self-care and relaxation

Since arriving at the compound, you had taken to sketching scenes of daily life with Avengers

There were quite a few drawings of Clint and Natasha training together

You’ve done a ton of Steve reading throughout the compound

You were pretty sure he had caught you a few times

But he never said anything, knowing personally as an artist that some work you just do for yourself

And, of course, your current sketchbook has many, many pages featuring your best friend’s face

Sometimes they’re little cartoon strips

Sometimes they’re gestural line drawings

Sometimes they’re detailed close-ups

Whatever you’re in the mood for

And, always the master of modesty

You elect to show no one

Let alone Vision himself

Especially since sketching is a pastime and not a career pursuit

When people walk by while your sketchbook is out, you have a habit of pulling it to your chest as nonchalantly as possible and closing it as quickly as you can, always praying that they never ask what you’ve got

But

Sadly

That only works when you notice the person coming

As in, when they use conventional means of entering a room

And phasing through the ceiling is anything but conventional

Which is why you definitely don’t see Vision come in

He never phases through walls into people’s rooms anymore

But he hasn’t quite kicked the habit of phasing between floors

He’s completely silent as he watches you work from memory, pencilling in lines that transform into a scene of Tony and himself

It’s a sketch of a conversation the two of them had in the lab a few days ago

Tony is smiling with a hand over his eyes as Vision laughs, explaining something you were too far away to hear

Their expressions had been so happy and free—Tony smiling without Pepper or Peter’s presence was a rarity—you’d wanted to draw them from the moment you saw them

After a few moments of absorption in your work, your training kicks in and you sense another presence in the room

You look up from your sketchpad and glance behind you to find Viz hovering a little ways in the air, his eyes on your page

You quickly shut it and stand, facing him with wide eyes, cheeks positively aflame

“Geez, how long have you been there, Viz?”

“My sincerest apologies. I had no intention of startling you or intruding upon your private time…I didn’t realize that you were an artist.”

“Oh, Viz, I’m really not. I’d really rather you forgot what you saw. And please don’t mention it to anyone else.”

“I would never betray your confidence.”

“Thanks…Sorry I was drawing you without your permission. I didn’t think anyone was going to see.”

“I could never be offended by being featured in your work. I assure you, it’s a great honor. Although, if I may ask, why do you keep your drawings hidden?”

“I don’t know…it’s not something I have enough confidence in, I guess. Art is both objective and subjective, and when you’re trying to capture the way someone looks, it feels like if you get it wrong, they’ll be offended. Plus, it’s not really something I do for anyone else’s benefit, ya know?”

“Well, you have my word that no one else will learn of your talent without your express permission.”

“Thanks, Viz. I appreciate it.”

But a funny thing happens after that encounter

You don’t start putting your work on display or anything

But if Viz happens past while you have your sketchbook out

You stop closing it so quickly

Which, with a little time, allows him to ask what you’re working on

And every once in a while

You volunteer to show him some of your sketches of him

And it always brings a smile to his face

Alright, my friend. So here’s the deal. This request was so flipping good that I really had to go a little overboard. So, instead of a bulletpoint scenario…I may or may not have started a, uh…full-on fic? It started getting out of hand, so I’m breaking it up. Here is the first part, and it’s going to be, I estimate, about 2 or 3 segments long. I just felt that an overview really didn’t do this request justice. So, this is part one, and be prepared for much more after I finish the six other requests in my inbox.

THE AVENGERS ROAD TRIP, PT. I (2.5k words)

It starts as a sort of joke, a wild fantasy proposed by a couple of day-dreamers.

The common room in the New Avengers Facility is filled with an uncommon and uncharacteristic peace—no arguments, no hurt feelings, an all-around remarkable lack of tension and room-dominating elephants.

Steve reads the paper from his favorite chair directly under one of the overhead lights. On the floor beside him, Bucky tinkers with the unloaded crossbow Clint and Natasha were teaching him to use. Vision and Bruce examine and discuss blueprints for one of Tony’s new blaster prototypes pulled up on a holoscreen. Viz’s arm is wrapped around Wanda’s shoulders, and he absent-mindedly rubs circles into her sleeve with his thumb as she chats with you.

Thank you for requesting, Anon!!! Hope you enjoy!

You had tried to use the electronic calendars and note-taking apps the Internet was fond of suggesting

But things didn’t tend to stick with you that way

And you found it easy to get distracted by text messages and notifications when logging things in your phone

So you switch to the bullet journaling method

When Tony sees you with your little notebook, he pokes fun at you for it—careful to make sure you know without a shadow of a doubt that he’s joking and totally supports your system

Steve thinks paper and pencil are a superior way to keep track of things

Which

Of course

Draws more good-natured taunts from Tony

And Sam

But Vision?

Vision is positively enamored the first time he sees you with it

He doesn’t say anything at first, just watches you throughout the day when you jot down notes

But after a few days of watching you pull out your little blue book

He decides to inquire

“I hope you don’t mind my asking, but what is that notebook you’ve been carrying?”

“Oh, it’s my bullet journal. It helps me keep my thoughts and events and to-do lists organized.”

“Is it more effective than other forms of journaling?”

“I think so, yeah. For me, anyway.”

He asks you to walk him through your system for defining what all the bullets mean

So you sit him down and show him the difference between your dashes, open circles, and the little exclamation marks and asterisks decorating the margins of your pages

You even read a few entries for him

And he listens attentively

As he always does when you talk

And once you’re finished explaining

He congratulates you on your successful implementation of an organizational system, thanks you for sharing another piece of your life with him, and leaves to help Tony with some troubleshooting for a new Stark Industries AR device

A few days later

You pour yourself a bowl of cereal

And sit at the kitchen island filling out your bullet journal for the morning

When someone takes a seat beside you

And when you look over

You see Vision sitting next to you

With a little red notebook open on the countertop beside yours

And a pen in hand

“Viz, what are you doing?”

“I’m following your lead and adopting the bullet journal strategy.”

“But…you could literally keep a perfect electronic schedule in your own mind.”

“Yes, but I enjoy sharing hobbies with you. And I believe it would be helpful for me to be able to record my emotions and inspirations as they happen, since you are not available every time I encounter new emotional experiences. Especially as they relate to Wanda. Also, I’d like to practice my handwriting.”

“Vision, I’ve seen your handwriting. It’s so perfect it looks typed.”

“And I seek to change that through practice.”

“You’re practicing to make your writing look messier?”

“I’ve seen you practice making your signature illegible, and I would like to emulate that.”

And you laugh at that before leaning into him

And he puts his arm around your shoulder

“You’re the best, Viz.”

YOU ARE A PATIENT ANGEL AND YOU DESERVE THE WORLD THIS TOOK SO SO LONG AND I APOLOGIZE PROFUSELY FOR NOT HAVING IT TO YOU SOONER GIVE ME A VIRTUAL SLAP ON THE WRIST I DESERVE IT I AM SO SORRY PLEASE ACCEPT THIS VERY LONG SCENARIO AS MY APOLOGY

When graduation is finally in sight

The whole team is ready to celebrate your achievement

Tony offers to throw a party for your entire graduating class

But you politely decline, telling him that you’re looking forward to attending all the student-held parties—looking forward to, for a few nights, just celebrating a milestone not as an Avenger but a regular non-crime-fighting kid 

Unfortunately, graduation is not without stressors of its own

There’s far more to do than you anticipated—checkout lists and deadlines to turn in team uniforms and library books, meetings with counselors and advisors to assure the many forms that need to be filled out for your next step are completed, and class meetings and practice run-throughs

Two weeks before graduation, you arrive at the Compound as stressed as if it was junior year’s standardized test week

Vision immediately notices how frazzled you are and pulls up a stool next to you as you splay your final assignments, to-do lists and various sheets of paper requiring your signature across the granite island in the kitchen

“Are you alright?”

“All I want to do is just finish, ya know? Like, just take my tests and be done and celebrate with my friends about not having to do calculus ever again.”

And Vision nods sympathetically and lets you indulge in your pity for a minute or two before he’s pulling your planner from your backpack and helping you sort everything into piles according to due date

Which calms your frustration and panic immensely

With the organization of your have-to-dos well in hand, you’re able to enjoy your last weeks in school

When commencement day itself finally rolls around

You show up at the Compound to get ready

Everyone is down to help you with whatever you need

Natasha, Sam, and Steve are in the kitchen making dinner for after the ceremony

Wanting your reveal to be a grand surprise for the team, you only allow Wanda and Vision into your room to help you do your hair and makeup because Wanda’s a natural at it and, not surprisingly, Vision is the perfect assistant

He’s got F.R.I.D.A.Y. playing your favorite music from the past four years throughout the Compound, and he’s regularly singing along with you

“No way—Viz, I know you did not put this deep cut on my graduation playlist.”

“I know you said it will always remind you of that time your friends took you to jazz night at that café in Midtown.”

When you’re finished getting ready, Vision is sitting on your bed looking a little verklempt, so Wanda leaves to give the two of you a minute alone

“Nothing changes, Viz. I’ll still be an Avenger, ready to show up any time you call.”

“I know you will. I know you’ll continue to have a family in us here and continue to take your membership with the team seriously, and I’m grateful for it. But this is a big step. There’s more to life than classes and crimefighting, and I’m excited for you to go live that.”

And you’re both crying a little bit as Vision pulls you into a hug where the two of you stay for a few minutes, trying not to cry harder

Until a totally ill-fitting rock song from your Breaking Benjamin days blasts through the speakers and the two of you are pulling apart in a fit of laughter

You brush your foundation off Viz’s shirt and he helps you touch up your mascara—which, apparently, is not as cry-proof as you had believed it to be

And the two of you set off down the stairs, Viz holding your hand to help you balance in your heels

The team is in awe when they see you

Tony has F.R.I.D.A.Y. take group pictures before he sends you off in one of his cars with Vision behind the wheel

The car ride there is filled with laughter and loud singing and it trips you out—because in this moment, all of you aren’t the Avengers traveling in the Quinjet to face down some deadly foe; you’re just a bunch of people in slacks and baseball caps, sundresses and sunglasses (a few wigs for good measure), people with given names instead of codenames, people riding together in an Audi, off to celebrate something as excitingly normal as graduation

Peter and May are already there in the seats you reserved for them along with Clint and his whole family, his kids playing with your cousins while Laura and your aunt laugh together in casual conversation

Tony livestreams the ceremony, not wanting to steal the spotlight or accidentally give away the vaguely disguised Avengers by striding in as The Tony Stark

When your school calls your name, the applause from the balcony where your family sits is thunderous

After the ceremony and more hugging and pictures

You all head back to the Compound

Where, much to your surprise, Tony is waiting in the brightly decorated atrium

Once your initial shock wears off, you look at Viz

“Is this payback for the surprise party on your birthday?”

“What you call payback, I call repayment. Besides the entire team wanted to put this together.”

The party is perfect—not the extravaganza Tony had suggested earlier, just a gathering of the people you care most about: the team and even Dr. Cho, a few of your closest friends who knew about your “Stark internship,” your aunt and cousins—complete with embarrassing yearbook photos and the home-cooked food Steve, Sam, and Nat had put together earlier

Halfway through the celebration, Vision calls everyone over to one of the bigger screens in the Compound and sits you front and center

He proceeds to play a video compilation of your time in school and with the team

It doesn’t have any of the epic battles you’d been in as you defended the streets of New York or Boston or Kansas City

It’s sweeter stuff—like when Peter tried to teach you to throw a backflip, when Bruce taught you how to read genetic markers in blood samples, when Tony let you tinker with the more basic functions of his old suits, Sam and Rhodey helping you catch up on schoolwork after you’d gotten seriously injured (your school friends still thought you’d fallen off a roof cleaning your aunt’s gutters), lots of shots of you cooking with Viz and Wanda

And there’s Snapchat videos and photos of you with your friends as you take study breaks and spend nights on the town and have movie marathons

The part that really hits you, though, is the short interviews interspersed between the memories—each of your friends and fellow Avengers wishing you nothing but good things for the future

Vision is, of course, the last one in the video to speak, his voice layered over your favorite song as more videos and images dance across the screen

 “I’ve had the privilege of watching you grow all these years. You’ve taught me much more about life than I could ever hope to teach you in return. But always know that I’ll be here to help you any time you ask. I’m lucky to call you my family, and wherever life takes you, always remember, ‘If there is a light we can’t always see, if there is a world we can’t always be, if there is a dark that we shouldn’t doubt, then there is a light, don’t let it go out.’”

And as the last few notes of your song fade out and the screen goes black

You’re crying pretty seriously

You hug Vision again and after a few moments, you thank them all, prompting everyone else to pile on for the most bone-crushing group hug you’ve ever been a part of

And, clinging to your best friend through all of the craziness of homework, finals, graduation, and, of course, Avenging, you wouldn’t have it any other way

Again, Anon, I am so sorry about how long this took. I wasn’t sure if you wanted high school or college graduation, so I tried to keep it as ambiguous as possible. I leaned a little more towards high school because I’ve lived through that, but I’m assuming most of the mechanics are the same for college. In any case, my Dear, I hope that you enjoy this very belated request and when your graduation rolls around (if it hasn’t already) that you get to go all out like the Avengers are celebrating alongside you. Thank you for your patience and readership, Darling.

So this took far longer than it should have, but I hope you like it, Anon!

Long before you joined the team, you had a soft spot for animals

It was a habit of yours to take in strays

You had spent time volunteering in shelters and even held an internship at the zoo for a few summers so you could learn to take care of more than just domestic animals

You were known to set bowls of food and water outside the compound and had even convinced Tony and Steve to let you rehabilitate a falcon once much to Sam’s delight

From time to time, Vision would watch you work, sitting quietly while you cleaned and bound whatever paw or wing or furry head needed attention

More than once, you asked if he wanted to help

But he preferred to watch, only walking up to pet the animal after it was resting and recovering

The day everything changes, though, is the day you walk through the door and Vision looks up from his game of chess with Rhodey to see you carrying a schnauzer, fur matted with dirt, eyes sad with pain and distrust

“Hey, Viz, you mind helping me out a second?”

He’s already in love with this dog for no discernible reason and is on his feet before you finish your sentence

There’s just something about him—a look of possibility in his eyes where vibrant life was once and could be again—that just genuinely yanks Viz’s heartstrings

He follows you to the little space tucked away on the first floor where you housed your dog food and cat food and all the medical supplies you had bought and spirited away from the Med-Bay

You ask him to grab a towel and lay it on the table before you put the dog down and look to Vision

“He’s a nervous boy, so if you could just keep a hand on him while I work, I think that would be comforting for him.”

And he does exactly that

Viz keeps the little dog calm, just petting him slowly and gently so you can do your work unimpeded

And he doesn’t leave the dog after you’re done, either

“He’s just resting now, Viz, you don’t have to keep petting him.”

“It feels as though this contact is proving beneficial for his comfort and my own. I would like to continue.”

As the dog recovers, Vision stays by his side

He helps him complete the agility courses you set up for his rehabilitation, carries him whenever he gets too tired or is in pain after an exercise

The only time you’re able to pull Vision away from the dog’s side is when you convince him to go on supply runs with you while Peter takes a shift petting the puppy

You pick out the food and other practical things you’ll need

And Viz picks out chew toys and a new blanket

He helps you put up posters and advertise your found friend

But a few weeks later after no one responds

He comes to you with a question

“Do you think it would be appropriate to call him Sparky?”

“Are you talking about the dog? You want to name him? Does that mean you want to keep him?”

“…”

“No one’s claiming him, so it’s okay if you do.”

“…”

“…”

“I’m going to call him Sparky.”

And once Sparky is back to full health

The two of them are inseparable

And it’s a turning point for him

Where Viz was interested in your work before

He’s now actively participating

Some of the animals he helps you with get a little nervous because they can tell he’s not quite as “natural” as you

But he’s so gentle with every single one of them that they warm up and Viz becomes incredibly helpful in socializing them

He takes walks with the express purpose of scouting for wounded, lost, or abandoned animals, sometimes bringing back baby birds cradled in the palms of his hands or even kittens wrapped in his jacket, once

“So, is this—this is a thing that we’re just doing now? Just animals all the time?”

“We are Avengers, Mr. Stark. We save anything that needs saving.”

Okay, so my girlfriend sent me this fic that I drew a lot of inspiration from and I would ask that you please give it a read if you have time because it’s so valid:

Tony Stark’s Home for Wayward Animals