Hi, I want to write an Vision/OC because I see there are not a lot which are centric Vision. I really like this character and I have this Idea in my head so I wrote it. I hope somewhere, there will be someone who will like it. Good reading!

I don't own Avengers or Vision but Molina Davon is all mine.


Molly and her father were laughing over Thanksgiving dinner. They had spent the evening with her father's friend. The dinner was pleasant and the atmosphere was of family, everything was perfect, but the specter of her mother's death hovered above them. At least that evening, they were able to laugh again, the time of tears had passed and it was time to go on living. Molly laughed at a joke that her father made and he also laughed with her. The evening brought light into their lives even though the recent months were sad. Molly's mother died of a heart attack. It was so fast, so sudden. No one could tell her goodbye, she was just gone. These past months had been the saddest of her life and now she finally smiled.

Molly brushed a curly hair off her face and looked at the snowy landscape. It was night and it was snowing heavily. Billy's friends had offered to spend the night at their home but Molly had an exam the next day. She did not want to go so early so she and Billy decided to return despite the snowfall.

"I love to see you smile," Billy told his daughter while driving. She turned to him and smiled, showing all her teeth and he laughed. "Not that kind of smile, idiot. I like to see when you truly smile so I can see your pretty dimples."

"Okay, I'll smile more often if you want," Molly laughed.

"I would love to. We can go to my friends' for Christmas."

"Yeah, I would like it! They are really nice and funny."

"Yes, I do not remember the last time I laughed so much," he chuckled, "especially when her husband started dancing and shaking his butt. I've never seen anyone dance as badly as him," they laughed.

"He was so fun, it's like he was stung by hundreds of ants, I think he did it on purpose, right? Really, did Henry really dance like that?" she asked and he chuckled.

"I'm afraid Henry really danced like that."

She laughed, "No way."

"Yes, I swear," he laughed, "one day we-"

"DAD STOP! STOP! THERE IS A DEER ON THE ROAD," Molly cried but he did not have time to turn, with the speed and the wet road it all went very quickly. The car violently struck the deer, then made several barrel rolls before leaving the road and rolling down a hill nearby. The car stopped after hitting a tree down the hill.

Smoke came out the hood of the car that was dented in different places. The tree had flattened the entire backseat. There was blood everywhere. Molly moaned in pain, she licked her lips and felt a dull pain in her leg. She uttered a cry of pain when she tried to move, but stopped. She blinked her eyes open, her vision tarnished by the blood running down her forehead. She raised her trembling hand to wipe the blood from her eyes. When it was done, she could see better. Molly saw fire coming out the hood, she lowered her head on her leg and saw that her pain was due to a huge piece of wood that pierced her thigh. She coughed blood and moaned.

Molly slowly turned her head towards her father and began to cry.

"Dad ..." She swallowed hard, "Dad? Dad please answer me," she put her hand on his shoulder and shook him gently. She wept, she would not admit what her eyes saw. She could not bear it. "Dad dad ... Please ... I need you ... Wake up," she begged, but Billy did not move.

His head was on the wheel, eyes wide open and blood was dripping all over his face and his body. Billy was killed instantly, his head banged on the steering wheel during the crash which crushed his skull and Molly's crying could not bring him back. Minutes passed and the fire began to grow. She calmed down, she stopped looking at the dead body of her father by her side but the hot tears continued to stream down her cheeks. It was cold, her teeth began to chatter. She watched the fire from a distance.

"This is how I will die ... This is how I end my life," she wept. "I wish I could have fallen in love ... gotten married... had children ... skating ..." She rambled and quoted all the things she wanted to do. "But I'm going to die," she burst into tears, feeling faint, "I am dying ... I do not want to die," she said softly, closing her eyes.

Molly felt strong arms hold her, she opened her eyes within a few seconds.

"You're not going to die today," the man with the red face said softly. She wanted to answer but everything went black.


Molly slowly awoke. She groaned in pain but the pain was bearable. Her heart was pounding in her chest, she opened her eyes and was greeted by the soft light of the day. The room was fully illuminated, it was a very modern room. The furniture was white, the walls and curtains were, too. She thought of a hospital but the bed was too big and too soft. She licked her dry lips, her throat cried for a little water. Molly blinked at the table next to the bed. There was a glass of water and a pitcher nearby. She tried to straighten up enough to use her arms but she felt too weak. She sighed and closed her eyes.

The memories of that night came to the surface: the accident, her father and blood. Her eyes filled with tears thinking about Billy.

"Daddy ..." she murmured, in fact she had spoken aloud but her throat hurt. "Dad?" she said stronger, pushing her vocal cords. Tears were beginning to rise, she felt panic. " Dad?" she almost cried.

The door opened and a man returned. He was wearing a gray sweater and a white shirt under the sweater, black pants and black shoes. He was elegant but he was not normal, at least his skin color was not. He was red, his skin was red. There were complicated metal parts on his skin, a yellow stone in middle of his forehead and his eyes... his eyes were blue, but a blue that was not human. He was not human. She began to really panic. She wanted to get up and run away as far from him as possible. Vision saw her distress and stopped walking toward her.

"Hello," he said in a soft, but masculine voice.

She did not answer. She tried to get up from bed despite the dull pain in her thigh.

"I advise you not to move, you'll be very hurt if you continue to make sudden movements."

She turned and screamed with pain. Vision walked quickly to her and put the tray of food on the table next to the bed. He stood before the bed and looked at her body, as if he was scanning it.

"It hurts..." she turned her head on the soft pillow, "why does it hurt so much !?"

"You were in a serious car accident, you had a concussion, you have scratches all over your body and a puncture in your thigh. It is normal to feel pain, Molina."

Her hazel eyes rested on him and she frowned.

"How? How do you know my name?"

"I took your fingerprints and did a search on you to see if you have any allergies to medications," he said, standing before the bed. His voice was soothing but she continued to panic.

"My father... he was in the car with me," she looked at him, tears in her eyes. Vision shook his head.

"I'm sorry, he died on the spot. I was not able to do something to save him."

Molly burst into tears, "No... no, he must be alive, he's all I have. You are mistaken," she wept. Vision sat on the bed, she was too shaken to care, "He is all that remains to me," she cried. She put her hands on her face and continued to cry. Vision looked at her. He did not know what to do, so he remained silent.

He looked at her crying, her body shaking with tears, her hands full of scars over her eyes. She continued to cry without stopping.

Vision knew the origin of all this trouble. He had seen her medical records and he had information on almost all her whole life. He could not say that he knew her, but from the wealth of information he had gathered, he knew that her mother had died some time ago and that the loss of her father would be a devastating factor. He was still learning about human feelings and at the moment he felt empathy and sadness for her.

After a few minutes, her body was no longer shaking, but he could hear her sniffling. She lowered her hands and placed them on her arms in an attempt to warm up. He understood that she was cold. Vision got up and walked through the room to a closet. Molly followed each of his gestures. He took a large blanket and closed the closet. He came to stand at the end of the bed and unfolded the blanket that fell like rain on her. Molly snuggled under the warm blanket, her eyes slightly red and her face wet with her tears.

He came to stand beside the bed, facing her again, and tried to sit down.

"Do not come near me..." she whispered.

He changed his mind and remained standing, "I've prepared soup, you have been asleep for two days. You need to eat in order to gain strength."

She looked at him, scrutinizing his cyber red face and his clear blue eyes.

"You're not human."

"No."

"What are you?" She put the blanket on her shoulders, so you could only see her head. Her brown curls were spread over the pillow like waves.

"I'm a synthezoide."

"A robot?"

"A synthezoide. I was created by synthesis."

She lowered her eyes and inhaled deeply, she repressed the tears that threatened to spill thinking of her father. She still saw his face full of blood on the seat of the car.

"I... you saved my life... it was you in the car."

"Yes, it was me, I saw smoke and I came up to you to rescue people potentially in danger. You were the only living person in-"

She began to cry.

"I'm sorry, I did not mean..."

"Please... leave me alone just a few minutes," she said softly.

He nodded, "Of course ... I recommend you drink the soup. I hope you will enjoy it, I hesitated as the ingredients you can-"

"Leave me alone!" she shouted angrily. Vision nodded and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Behind the closed door he could hear her crying in the room.

He went into the kitchen to clean. He had made a little mess to make pumpkin soup. According to his research, it had soothing virtues. He hoped that it would calm her.

Two days ago, he saw smoke in the distance through the large transparent panes of his quarters. He had hesitated to leave, Tony Stark had asked him to stay in the New Avenger facility in upstate New York until Thor came back with an explanation of his stone. There was no mission that needed his help so he had, of course, accepted. All the other Avengers were on a mission and he remained alone in the large apartment. He delighted in this quiet, this little moment of peace after the escapades in Sokovia. But to see the smoke go up and to stay put when the probability of an accident can be deadly, did not fit into his vision of the protection of life.

He flew toward the accident and helped the person in danger. Unfortunately, her father was already dead when he arrived. He took her away from the car and it exploded seconds after his flight. He carried Molly to his apartments and provided her care. There were all the latest medical technology in the infirmary. He repaired the damaged tissue from her thigh and stopped all bleeding. Physically, she should get better but he knew that mentally, she would be destroyed.

After he carefully finished cleaning the kitchen, he went to sit on the desk chair and started typing on the computer keyboard.


Molly woke up. She did not know she had fallen asleep. She cried so much that she didn't know if she still had tears to cry. Her eyes stung with sunlight but she opened them anyway. Her stomach growled and she wanted a shower. Molly moved slowly, dreading the pain in her thigh but strangely it was no more painful, she just felt a slight discomfort. Molly gently went down to the edge of the bed and put her feet on the cold floor. She took the glass of water and drank greedily. She drank at least three glasses of water before she really quenched her thirst. She looked at the now cold bowl of soup on wooden tray. There were a few slices of bread, fruit juice, and all kind of small tubs of yogurt. Molly bit her lower lip, she thought of this man... at least this thing that looks like a man, who saved her life.

She wondered if she didn't react too harshly to him. Molly followed the news, all these stories about the Avengers, crazy robots, aliens who want to destroy the earth, cities that fly... she had heard echoes of these stories but they did not interest her more than that. They were super heroes, living in the best houses while she was a normal girl living in a small house in upstate New York.

Molly got up slowly, grabbing the edge of the bed. She took a look at herself, her green knit sweater and her jeans were gone. She wore a dress that looked like the ones in hospitals and she was naked underneath. She made a mental note to ask to the red man who dared to undress her. She hissed in pain when she put her weight on her thigh.

"Oh my God..." she said. Molly put one foot before the other and walked away from the bed. One foot before the other and then another and then another, and then she lost her balance and fell to the ground screaming. "Damn it..."

"Molina..." Vision appeared in the room and put a leg on the floor to help her recover. When he tried to touch her, she flinched away.

"Don't touch me," she said harshly and Vision took his hand away from her as she sat on the floor. She put a hand over her face, sniffling, "I'm sorry ... I did not mean..." she looked away, avoiding looking at him.

"It's normal, I understand that you were frightened by something you do not understand," he said softly, "but know that you do not have to be afraid of me, I will not harm you."

She turned her head towards him and locked at his blue eyes. She frowned.

"Your eyes are..."

"Blue. And yours are a hazelnut color with light green orbs. I would add that they are very beautiful," Vision said, turning his head, she even thought he looked shy.

She smiled in spite of herself.

"Could you help me to go to... the bathroom. Um... um, I need to..." she felt embarrassed.

"Ooh yes, of course, allow me to carry you, this will be faster."

Molly hesitated for a moment but nodded.

Vision approached and put a hand on her back and put an arm below her legs. He gently lifted her and she put her arms around his neck. He carried her bridal style and their faces were a few inches from each other. She licked her bottom lip nervously, embarrassed by their proximity while she was naked. He turned and started walking toward the bathroom.

"You know my name but I do not know yours. What is your name?"

"My name is Vision."

"Vision?"

"Yes..."

"So you can see the future and stuff like that?" she asked curiously.

"No, but I have many other skills."

He went into the bathroom and put her in front of the tub and walked away from her.

"Do you need something else?"

"Um... no. I just want to wash."

He nodded and he was about to leave.

"Vision?"

"Yes, Molina?" He turned around.

"Um... thank you for saving me. Just thank you."

He smiled, "You are welcome."


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