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AN: Ok, I have watched most of X-Men: Evolution and you know what I have asked myself one question: If Scarlet Witch is in there WHERE THE HELL IS THE VISION? Seriously I mean I know it's not The Avengers: Evolution, but still I mean Pietro and Wanda Maximof are NOT X-Men characters. They might have first appeared in X-Men as members of Magneto's Brotherhood of Evil Mutants but in the end they were Avengers characters. And if we have to have some Avengers in there, they should at least include the cool ones. I'm talking Iron Man, The Vision, and War Machine, and much later on Spider-Man. Well this is my own unique way of changing the series (probably the ages and the grades that they're in, not to mention I'm obviously gonna have the story change). So enjoy my own origin of The Vision in an extremely weird version of X-Men: Evolution.

Prologue

It was dark. Really dark. That's the first thing he remembers. He remembers a burning sensation. That's odd. How can he feel things? How? He hears them say this. He's not sure who "they" are though. He's confused. How? What? WHY? He doesn't understand. He can't process it. Process that's a word he hears a lot. "process" he hears the men, he's sure they're men (how does he know that?), saying it a lot. "Data" is another word he hears a bunch. He's confused. They want him to collect "the data" to be "sorted" and "processed". He's confused. He can't see. He doesn't understand. It is dark.

"Don't try to pretend you're asleep," said a voice. It's a familiar voice . It's one of them. "We know you're awake, though I'm not quite sure that's the thing to call it. You have consciousness. Open your eyes." He does as the voice says. He sees a man in his early to mid 40's sitting across a table from him. In the man's hand is clasped a file labeled Sentinel Project, underneath this is the line Scarlet Sentinel, but that is all he reads before the man shuts it. He tries to move, he doesn't know what he's doing, it is just an instinct.

"None of that now. We have you bound securely until we can be sure that everything is operational. In the meantime I'm here to talk to you. I'm called Trask. You can call me Mr. Trask. Do you understand?"

"I… Understand…?"

"I know you've been programmed with language. Besides you should be able to read my body language, electrical brain signals, and hormone levels and tell my exact meaning, probably better than I know it myself."

"Then… Yes, I understand."

"Good! We have a very special assignment for you…"



High School is hell. This is a fact that all can appreciate. So if you look back on High School as the best time of your life, than your flashbacks are defective. Wanda entered her school away from the rest of the Brotherhood. It was kinda a BA thing more than anything else. She still remembered that she had kept a hard, evil, and crazy image. She knew she was still crazy, hell she was reminded every time she looked in a mirror and saw something looking out at her. She also had anger problems… MAJOR anger problems. If issues were people she'd be China. The problem was she couldn't remember why. She remembered being angry at Pietro and her father for the longest time, but she couldn't remember why. But no matter what she had forgotten she still had anti-social oozing out of her butt. She hated people. Humans. They had been prosecuting her and her kind for almost 2 months now. Ever since the Sentinels had come. They were lucky, if you could call it that, as all hell when they had beaten back the first wave, and luckier still when Xavier had managed to block their faces from the memories of every witness of the event (AN: told ya! The differences start now. In this the news story never got out thanks to the Prof I think he was like missing or something at this point in the show, but I'm kinda butchering the sotry here). The event left him in a coma for a month or so, and in that time things had settled down to ,dare I say it, almost normal levels. After the Sentinels the will to battle had kinda gone out of the X-Men and the Brotherhood. Petty squabbles still happened, but nothing big. It was almost nice… if the boring factor hadn't kicked in. Toad and Lance and Freddy we're restless as hell, and Pietro was running up and down walls… literally. Even Wanda was beginning to long for the thrill of battle, the rush of combat, the cries of enemy agony- NO!! she though with almost violent strength. She had been able to attend school, and live for the most part a normal life she wasn't about to see that ruined by some random crazy moments… Not again. What does that mean "not again"? she thought. She didn't get it. She was having random thought. Almost delirious.

She walked into Bayville High with her usual scowl in place and began to stride for her locker. She was half way there to when suddenly-

"OUCH!! watch where you're going!" She hissed at the student who had just passed her. He was about 16 she guessed, same age as her. He was completely shaved bald and had eyes that seemed almost red in this light. She saw he was well muscled but not steroid buff. In fact if it had not been for the fact that he was wearing a black t-shirt and WAY below the knee camo shorts, she would not have noticed the muscles at all. He was extremely pale and when he hit her it felt like 700 pounds just slammed into her.

"Sorry bout that, though it wouldn't have killed ya ta pay attention, would it?" He said smirking at her. She gave him a glare and then stomped off muttering under her breath "fucking skin head". His glowed completely red for only a moment and he shouted after her.

"Insults for the girl in the black lingerie (AN: I have no if I spelled this right. I'm talking about sexy women's underwear)!" She froze. When she looked back he was gone, and everyone in the hall was staring in shock at her.

Kurt Wagner could have done without the extra homework he hadn't done for his first period class. In fact Kurt could have probably gone without a lot of things. You know the small stuff, like a tail, 

blue fur, toes that each acted like opposable thumbs. But those weren't quite as pressing as the unfinished worksheets in his backpack. Besides the trusty little image inducer he had was keeping the furry blue elf from being shown.

He walked into his class feeling a little depressed at the idea of the evil eye he would no doubt receive from the teacher. He meandered over to his desk and took a seat. Oh vell not like I haven't gotten ZE EYE from her before. He thought.

The bell rang and everyone took their- hold the phone. Not everyone. There was the teacher at the front of the room (to be expected) but there was also a new boy. He was tall and had no hair on his head. His eyes seemed almost red and his face was upturned in a wide confident grin. The teacher stood before the class and told them they had a new student.

"Now everyone give him our best Bayville High welcome. Now why don't you introduce yourself?" She steped aside and allowed for him to walk past her to the front of the room. His eyes scanned over the room, but this time there was no mistaking it, his eyes were glowing red. He stoped briefly on Kurt before his grin widened and he moved on.

"Well?" The teacher asked still rather kindly.

"You can all call me Vincent, Vincent Valentine." He said in a purposeful and kind of raspy voice, that sounded almost similar to a voice coming out of a voice filter for people with lung cancer.

"You have GOT to be kidding me right?" Kurt said to himself.

"Come on, you're telling me zat you missed that?" Kurt asked in disbelief to his friends at the lunch table they shared.

"What, like what's so weird about his name?" Kitty asked.

"Vincent Valentine… HELLO waz I ze only one who played Final Fantasy 7?"

"No Kurt, but I just think you're reading way too much into this," said Scott.

"Dude no way man. Did you guys see his eyes? They ver RED!! Besides zat I really don't like ze vay he looked at me. I svear he could see through my image inducer."

"So what do ya think he is then?" Rogue asked.

"I think he's a mutant, and not ze cute fuzzy kind like me!"

"Why, cause you saw his eyes turn red and he has a funny name?" Jean asked

"And ze vey he looked at me! It was eerie, scary almost."

"I think you just panicked at the way he looked at ya'll, Maybe he's like a fag or somethin' and he was just scoping ya out." Rogue put in.



"Look, it really doesn't matter anyway Kurt. You know how this works, if we suspect him then we report it to the Professor, he scopes them out with Cerebro and then we move. No direct confrontation until then! Got it?"

'Yes sir, leader man…" Kurt said dejectedly, but as he looked over the cafeteria he saw the red smiling eyes locked on him and his friends. He looked away quickly. To hell vith ze rules, and ze Fhurer can go suck mine balls! Kurt thought to himself.

The bell rang. This was his cue. Kurt got up quickly and matched pace with Vincent. He didn't want to lose his target, but he didn't want to let him know that he was being followed. He had learned, in what his fellow x-Men had named stalker class (taught by Logan to be tracking), that as a rule of thumb stay about 5 people to 7 people away and try to look natural. He followed Vincent to his locker and then outside. Once they were in the school yard Vincent headed for the stereotypical location of school smokers, the back of the gym building. Kurt followed in his extreme stealth. Once there Vincent stopped and said-

"You know you can stop following me. I noticed you a while back." Kurt was stunned. No human should have been able to sense him. Wolverine had trained them to be in piqué sneaking condition. He was one of the X-Men. They were the elite , they didn't get seen by the military, when they didn't want to be. How the hell did this school kid sense him without even looking? It only reaffirmed Kurt's suspicions.

"Vincent Valentine? You could have used a less obvious name."

"OH!! You got that? Damn, I was so sure no one would get the Final Fantasy reference. How'd you guess it wasn't my real name?"

"Call it a gut instinct. And mine gut seems to have hit pay dirt. I know what you are." Kurt said boldly to his face, or rather back.

"Really? You know everything. So… you know I look like… this?" He said turning around slowly as he did his looked as though it was melting.

"Vhat ze hell?" Kurt gasped. Standing before him was a figure that was completely made from metal. His face was silver and his body and for-arms up to the elbow were red. He still wore his clothes, but they now covered a completely different body. His face would have looked human if it weren't made of metal.

"You know what I am huh?" The thing said calmly. It's voice came out different, it sounded almost like someone talking through a filter so that it came out with a distinctly mechanical sound (AN: Ok I'm sorry to put this in here but, You've all seen Iron Man right? I'll assume you have. What Iron Man sounded like when he was like "He's all yours" when he was in the middle east in the new Iron Man suit and his voice was all filtered. That's what this guy sounds like). The machine advanced toward Kurt, it's eyes now glowing a bright red. Kurt teleported. He had panicked. He had seen it.



He stood there. The boy had just teleported away. If his scans hadn't confirmed it then that certainly had. He had found the ones he'd been sent to find- well some of them. He still needed to find the other group. But one faction of the mutants had been found. He laughed. He had thought this was going to be challenging.

"PROFESSOR!!" Kurt yelled throwing open the doors to the Profs office.

"Calm down Kurt! What is it?" Professor Xavier asked ass Kurt ran up to his desk.

"I think I might have messed up Professor." Kurt said as Jean Grey and Scott Summers walked in. No doubt looking for the cause of the disturbance.

"What happened Kurt?" Scott asked. "Oh no… You didn't-"

"I'm sorry! It's just zhat I was right… kind of."

"I think this needs some explaining. Please Kurt sit down. Now, what happened?" Kurt told them. He told them about following Vincent and about him turning into that… thing!

"Hmm this could present a problem. We don't know if it's a machine or a mutant who can change his form into this, similar to Colossus," the Professor said.

"I think I can answer that," it was the same voice Kurt had heard earlier, that filtered hard, cold voice, filled with an almost savage mirth. It was accompanied by a soft clinking of metal as it walked into the room.

"Who are you? What do you want," The Professor asked.

"Who? What is more like it. But who am I? Well call me The Vision!"

To Be Continued…

AN: So What did ya think? Good, bad, Godly, made you orgasm it was so good? Well leave me some tasty reviews and you'll get more. Leave me the kind of reviews that cause bile to fill the mouth and I'll post more anyway just to make you pay for leaving me bad reviews (course that means you have to read it  ). Any who tell me what ya thought and give me any suggestions you want. Also I am wanting to know how many of you actually know who the Vision is and if you like what I'll be doing with the character (don't worry he's not evil or anything). Also I will be re working his back story to fit into this. I think you can already tell that. I'm trying to keep everyone in character as much as possible but if I slip up give me some leniency. Ok I've talked long enough ty in advance for the reviews. I'm out.