Flight Plan

By: M14Mouse

Summary: Vision and Sam goes flying and bond.

Disclaimer: Don't own them.

"You…as of right now…are late, Vision," Sam said as he looked up from his watch and grinned.

"No, I am not," Vision said with the tilt of his head.

"Yes, you are…by three seconds," He said with a grin.

"Your watch isn't working correctly."

"Tony made sure that it wasn't."

"Mr. Stark has been known to be off on occasion."

He started laughing at that point.

He heard a lot of things about Vision before he joined the team. Ranging from being creep out to he is a better version of Tony. He heard everything else in between from having dry sense of humor to oh, my god, he was going to shoot me. He was kind of wondered about that last one.

Once he did meet him, everyone was right. Vision was much all of these things above.

Everyone also got it kind of wrong too.

"Point taken, man. What area should we check out today?" He said.

"North," Vision said as he looked toward the sky.

"Then lets do this," He said as he slipped on his goggles.

Vision nodded his head before taking off. After a running start, he was right behind him.

It was a habit for them not to speak for the first couple of minutes. It gave them time to enjoy the wind, the feel…just the moment. No one else on the team got it really. Neither he nor Vision could explain it to the others. So, they don't. If anyone asked, they are just checking the perimeter.

It worked out fine for them.

"Soo…Wanda, huh?" He said.

"Ms. Maximoff?" Vision said.

"That is why you were late."

Everyone found it amusing on how Vision and Wanda made circles around each other. There was a betting pool going on and a possible pizza night involved as well. At much as it amused him, he was staying out.

One person was trying to figure out what life was, the other trying to rebuild their life. Definitely not easy stuff either.

"Mr. Maximoff and I had a brief conversation before I came."

"You know that you don't have to ask her out on a date. Coffee would be nice and simple."

"I don't drink coffee."

"Then you try hot chocolate. You don't have to make it complex, man. Sometimes, simple is the best," He said.

"I do not believe that you are a part of the betting pool. I am not sure what you gain from this line of questions," Vision said.

"Is it wrong to see your friends happy?"

"No."

There was a long pause between the two. He didn't try to force anything. He just decided to take in the view of the trees and dots of houses.

"Happiness isn't defined by relationships," Vision said suddenly.

"You're right. Happiness is what you make of it. Weather you are in a relationship or not, it is what makes you happy. So what makes you happy?"

He could tell that Vision was side eying him.

"I do not know. I never have been asked that question before."

"It isn't an easy question to answer sometimes. What makes us happy can change from moment to moment."

"What makes you happy, Mr. Wilson?"

"Flying…hanging out with my friends…playing videogames…playing with my little nieces and nephews….Chocolate…fresh doughnuts…Fall…," He said off of the top of his head.

"I…enjoy flying and understanding reality television. I found it engrossing and quite an interesting study of the extremes of human behavior."

He blinked for a moment. He tried to image Vision watching Survivor. It was definitely an interesting picture.

"It was Clint, wasn't it?"

"Mr. Barton had nothing to do with it."

"Clint had everything to do with this," He said with a laugh.

"I also enjoy this team…my teammates. I enjoy these conversations and our flights. Perhaps, this is my part of my happiness," Vision said thoughtfully.

"Part of it, yes. It changes and it grows."

"You are very insightful individual, Mr. Wilson."

"I'm not as insightful as you think but thank you."

Vision looked over at his shoulder and stared at him for a moment. It was like that he was trying to figure something out. It wasn't like that he was mystery or something.

"We are almost finished the North perimeter," Vision said as he turned back around.

"I know…maybe, we should take the long way back," He said.

"Captain Rogers has a training session ready for us in 30 minutes."

He snorted a little.

"He would plan something like that. Same time, next week?"

"I look forward to it."

End of Flight Plan

A/N: Soo…I have no idea where this fic came from. I thought that it would fun? (SO much fun that I wrote 2 more parts….opps) Civil War is probably going to break my heart and my fic. So…read and review if you wish.