A/N : Welcome my loyal subjects! I was scheming (Writing down the entire plot of Goddess of Spiders before I put in some crazy ideas) when I finished watching the Infinity War trailer for the eighth time. So... I decided to write some random oneshots :D
Disclaimer : I do not own Avengers or any other Marvel related stuff.
Emotions
As the mind gem was forcefully wrenched out of his head, Vision had only one thought, one memory, one person on his mind. Wanda. What was she doing now? Would she cry if he was gone? Would she move on? Or would she continue loving someone who was dead?
After he had become what he was, he was lost. What was he? Was he an Artificial Intelligence, a robot, cyborg, android or was he now human, capable of feeling emotions?
Wanda had taught him how to feel.
She had taught him happiness.
They were cooking together, a small meal just for the two of them. His hands were rough around the kitchen, inexperienced. Yet she continued to guide him, patient and giving him small smiles as she gave instructions to a homemade specialty. Everytime he saw those small smiles, his heart felt lighter.
She had taught him anger.
They were at a club. He had wanted to see and experience the place for himself, not through stories or CCTV cameras. He had stuck with her, of course, but he had lost her quickly in a crowd of dancing people. He found her minutes later refusing a man.
That same man had later grabbed her arm forcefully and tried to drag her somewhere. His eyes saw red. One punch was enough to knock the man out cold and Wanda smiled at him with a sense of relief. She had explained later that she had not wanted to use her powers on an innocent, no matter how annoying he was.
She had taught him jealousy.
When he had seen her in a pretty red dress, he had jokingly asked "What's the occasion?" Hearing she had a date was enough for his heart to feel heavy and his mind to wander to many different torture techniques.
Wanda would accuse him of many things after the date. The man had left in twenty minutes after the imposing waiter with glowy eyes glared him to submission, in her words. He would deny nothing however, seeing her laugh as the man tried to clean his shirt after an 'accident' made it all worth it.
She had taught him sadness
A soft scream had him running from his room to hers. His senses was naturally heightened to the point he had heard her from his room one floor down. Overriding the lock on the door, he had charged in to see her bloody on the ground, holding her head as her ears bled from her uncontrollable magic.
He had held her close, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, telling her that her brothers death was not her fault. That he had done it to save a friend, save a child. He whispered while tears ran down his face.
After that night, if he had found her sleeping beside him peacefully on his bed, he didn't complain, not wanting to see her in pain again. Not wanting to feel his heart wrench, twist and turn.
And she had taught him love.
After so many months with her, he had asked her, "What do you call this feeling? Its like butterflies flitting about in my stomach when I see you. Its like every time I see you smile, my mouth twists up as well. Its like every time you are not by my side my heart is gone with worry. I don't understand this feeling."
She had kissed him. "I love you too."
And his vision swam black.