#vision fluff

“Darling, may I speak with you for a moment?”

Vision phased through your walls to where you were sitting on your bed reading. Months ago you would have jumped straight out of your bones, startled by the synthezoid’s intrusion and lack of personal boundaries. In all honestly, it was no sooner after you had explained the concept of privacy and simple manners to Vision that you had come to look forward to his visits, not caring if he was intruding as long as he came to see you at all. 

It was strange, you’ll admit- very strange. You were the newest Avenger recruit, and the youngest (if you didn’t count that he was technically born a little over a year ago? He had the wisdom of a thousand year old sorcerer, so you didn’t think of him as younger) and so he had a naturally protective nature about him when it came to you. 

He always tried to be by your side during missions, saving your ass on multiple occasions. He never made you feel weak or like you needed protecting, but he was just always there for you. Not just in missions, but in everything. Joining the Avengers was a life changing decision that was not easy in any sense. You didn’t exactly have the prettiest past, which is partially what landed you there in the first place. You knew that none of the members there were exactly saints, but you couldn’t help but feel like you didn’t deserve the new chance at life you were given. Not to mention you had been hearing about the Avengers for years now, and in your mind it was hard to take them off of this pedestal of superhero-assassin-gods to simple coworkers and family. 

Vision could sense your uneasiness, they all could really- but he had no filter and no sense of boundaries and was the only one to confront you about it. You were taken aback at first, but it was truly exactly what you needed. 

He would bring dinner to your room, offering to sit with you as you ate- even though he didn’t need to himself. He brought you DVDs, claiming Wanda told him that they were what lifted her mood. When that didn’t work he tried bringing some old records that Tony recommended, eventually bringing some books from Steve’s “project modernization” stash that peaked your interest. Some nights he would sit with you as you read, reading over your shoulder or watching something on the tv, just content to be in your presence. You never asked him to, and you never asked why, but you also never asked him to leave. 

The dynamic between the two of was certainly an unlikely one, Steve even asking you at one point if he needed to tell the Synthezoid to back off before you assured him that it was fine. 

Somewhere along the way you found yourself falling for Vision, utterly terrified and mortified over the uncertainty of if he could even feel those kinds of feelings towards anyone in return. But then you would hear him laugh at one of your jokes, a real hearty laugh when the joke wasn’t even that funny- or that smile, that god damn smile that stretched across his entire face with those pearly whites that made your heart flutter in your chest, or even worse- the small, shy smile that he would give you when he didn’t think you could see him that brought a faint blush to your cheeks every time. It was in those moments you let yourself feel a slimmer of hope that he could maybe, just maybe feel the same way. 

He eventually figures out that he feels the same as well, after a long conversation he had with Tony and Bruce over whether those feelings should even be possible for him or not. He decides that whether or not he should be able to, he most definitely did, and suddenly fleeting glances and stolen cozy nights turned into hands intertwined under the table during meetings and stolen kisses in the compound halls. 

A year later and everyone knows that it’s never just y/n or Vision, you get the both of you or neither of you, because you were a team.

About a month after the two of you had confessed your feelings Vis had asked you to “go steady”, it was adorable really- he said he saw it in a movie and thought it was what most human couples still did, and he was so nervous and flustered and cute you couldn’t help but say yes. 

Boyfriend and girlfriend, partners in crime, lovers- whatever you wanted to call it, you were. The labels didn’t matter, all that mattered was that you knew how you felt about each other. At least, you hoped you did. 

Vis had been acting strangely lately. He seemed more nervous around you; he was stuttering and losing his train of thought- he would sometimes act like he had something important to say and would end up saying nothing at all. Sometimes he would bring you flowers out of nowhere or prepare a meal he knew you loved, just to disappear for the rest of the night and you weren’t sure what to make of it. Sometimes he would babble on and on about some sort of poetic metaphor and ask if you understood what he meant and when you didn’t he would just tell you to pretend he said nothing at all. 

So there he was, phasing through your wall and asking to talk and you could see a large bouquet of roses behind his hand and you weren’t sure whether to be excited or scared or all of the above, so you simply dog-eared your book and set it aside, patting the empty side of the bed next to you for him to sit. 

He settled on the floor before walking over to the side of the bed and sitting, revealing the bouquet of flowers fully before shyly offering them to you.

“I was informed bouquets are a romantic gesture appropriate for such occasions” he explained, hands fidgeting as he spoke, not making eye contact with you. 

“And what occasion is that?” You inquire, quirking a brow at his behavior. 

“Ah yes that, right, well..” He started before opening and closing his mouth a few times, unsure of how to go on. 

“Darling, I don’t have much to go on with this in terms of past experience- this is all very new to me as you know, however, I have come to understand that there is a certain point in relationships, romantic relationships that is, where the feelings that one has for the other might start to change.” He explains, fingers continuing to fidget and pull at another. 

“Vis.. if this is you wanting a break from me, from us- flowers don’t exactly portray that message clearly..” You reply, anxiety beginning to settle in your chest.

As soon as you say that, any worries at what he could be implying flood your mind as his face fills with distress.

“Oh no- darling, no, that’s not what I was getting at at all!” He hurriedly says, setting the flowers on the bed and taking your hands in his own. “No no, it’s quite the opposite actually! See, I’ve been wanting to tell you this for quite a while, months even! But I wasn’t sure when a good time would be, and no article online could give me a set answer and I didn’t know how you felt- I thought I did sometimes but other times I just couldn’t be sure and then on this last mission when you almost got hurt and I couldn’t bear the thought that-“ you cut off his rambling by taking his cold face in your hands, “Vis hunny, slow down. What is it you want to tell me?” You ask, finally getting him to meet your eyes. He looked more nervous now than he had been for any mission in the past. 

He hands came up to rest atop your own on his face, intertwining your fingers together as he spoke softly, “Well darling, I just- I just thought, we’ve been together for quite some time now, and I think I can safely say- maybe- I hope- that neither one of us want to be letting this go anytime soon and I, well I just thought you ought to know that I love you.” 

A smile immediately pulled at your lips, you had been so afraid just a moment ago that he wanted nothing to do with you and there he was, telling you that he wanted everything to do with you. You wanted to say it back, you wanted to scream it out but he was sitting there with his big anxious doe eyes and a small, nervous smile as he awaits for your answer and suddenly all your words fail you- so you pull him in to a kiss instead. 

It was sweet but not chaste, lips firmly planted against each other as you fought the urge to cry because he was so perfect and you felt more loved than you had ever felt before. Your hands clutched the sides of his face as he planted his on your shoulder blades, bringing you closer to him but never too forcefully- always giving you the option to retreat, but you never take it, and you never will. 

The two of you finally part, gasping for air as he searches your eyes to gouge your reaction and finds a singular stray tear, chasing it away with a swipe of his finger. 

“So, may I assume that this may be reciprocated?” He asks shyly and you laugh, the two of you laugh together with big smiles and open hearts and you assure him “Yes, Vis, I love you, I love you too. Body, mind, and soul.”

So, after the battle of Ultron, after Sokovia came falling out of the sky, and after you had been reunited with the Avengers, you are apprehensive about the newest addition.

No, not the remaining Maximoff twin. You liked her. But this mulit-colored photocopy of Ultron that called himself “Vision”. You didn’t like him.

”Hello. I am Vision.”

He had introduced himself politely enough, but you had no desire to be polite.

Days passed, and though Wanda told you what she saw in him, and the other Avengers tried to push you towards being more open, you were still very apprehensive. He sounded just like Ultron. And you couldn’t trust anything that sounded like Ultron.

But then, Clint’s kids come to visit.

With the team now knowing of their existence, he agreed to bring them around every once in awhile (under strict security), which you suspected was because they had begged him to meet the Avengers again.

So here you were, outside on the lawn of the compound, baby Nathaniel cradled in your arms. But then Vision sits down. Your grip tightens. Nathaniel gurgles.

”Is it alright if I hold his hand?” The Vision asks. You cock your head.

”What?”

He shifts uncomfortably, a contemplative look on his face, and you’re struck in that moment by how human-like he seems.

”I have heard that babies like to grasp at fingers. That they enjoy holding hands. May I?”

You glance to where Laura is, chatting with Nat. She is watching, but doesn’t seem concerned. You concede.

”Sure.”

Vision’s long red fingers reach out into Nathaniel’s space, and therefore yours, and you take careful precautions not to snatch him away fast. It’s fine, you tell yourself. It’s fine. Nathaniel giggles as one of those fingers boops his nose. The Vision looks up at you suddenly, delight written in every feature.

”I made him giggle!” He exclaims.

You can’t help but smile. And nod. You’re not really sure what to say.

Nathaniel leans forward, towards Vision, and grabs more fingers, much to the android’s surprise. You laugh as his eyes widen. When Vision hears you laughing, though, he smiles, and studies your face for a bit.

”You have quite the grip, don’t you?” He says to Nathaniel, turning his attention back to the squirming baby.

He plays with Nathaniel for some time, and you watch him. He doesn’t really know what to do, and you can tell he’s nervous, so from time to time you give an encouraging smile. You’re not sure why you do that.

In an instant, though, Nathaniel starts crying, and the Vision looks panicked. You leap up, and ferry the baby over to Laura, who is already on her way over. She nods to you, and you smile, handing her son back to his mother.

You’re not sure why, but you return to Vision. He looks sad. Is it possible for a robot to be sad?

”I hope I didn’t hurt him?” He prods, and here’s something else in his eyes. Worry. He’s worried for Nathaniel.

”No, no,” you smile. ”He was just hungry.”

The Vision cocks his head to listen as you settle back into the grass.

”Babies have different cries,” you explain. “Different cries for different needs. That cry was a hungry cry. Neither of us did anything wrong, he just needed a meal.”

”Right.”

Vision looks like he’s remembering something, and storing it away for later. Then he turns to you.

”Why do you avoid me?”

Wow, direct.

”Because you remind me of Ultron.”

Your own honesty shocks you.

”I am not he.”

You pause, and look the Vision dead in the eyes. They are blue, so very blue that they cannot be real, and you can almost see what looks like gears turning and twisting in them. But there is a distinctly human, distinctly sincere look in those eyes, one that you hadn’t taken the time to notice before.

”I know.” You finally respond. He nods.

You sit in silence for some time, watching the other Avengers and the kids play. The breeze blows the trees in the distance, and the clouds move fast. It’s peaceful out here. Even the grass feels soft on your ankles, and even the delighted screams coming from the playing children sounds like it harmonizes with the other voices and with the wind.

”It is quite nice out here, isn’t it?” The Vision asks.