I keep seeing Infinity War related videos in my Youtube. I am getting paranoid day by day. -_-

The Venom trailer is starting to show on our cable. I'm finding myself falling in love with more baddies. Who else wants to see Tom Hardy and Tom Holland's characters clash? Coz I know I do!

Here comes that awkward walking through the walls unannounced chapter hahahahha.

Marvel DOES NOT BELONG TO MOI.


It takes some getting used to. A LOT of getting used to.

To hear their every open thought about things they have no wish to share with the others. It's particularly difficult when he hears the thoughts of Steve Rogers regarding a woman he was forced to abandon 70 years ago. Just for him to resurface in the modern era and be reunited with her, memory of him all but fading.

To see things with keener analysis from their smallest of movements. Such as the instances when he sees Natasha Romanoff cut off the calls she receives from her best friend the archer. The way she stays motionless and quiet for a completely infinite minute. Especially on calls when she sees his children. Children that both he and Romanoff, know can never have.

To know things that the others aren't even aware of yet. Like how Mr. Stark was working on a special project to upgrade Sam Wilson's falcon suit. Something about an 'extra wing'. But the inventor had been a little mum on the details.

It's a challenge. But it's one he's willing to face.

If anything it's the only thing he can task himself to do in the compound. Because he was basically, always in the compound.

Not that it was a form of imprisonment. Steve had made it very clear a week after they returned from Sokovia:

'Now there's no knowing what will come against us next. After Loki, the Chitauri, and heck-Ultron, I can only imagine. And there's still a lot of sweeping we need to do to clean up the mess HYDRA made. I don't want to sound like Fury, but I can't gurantee we can always have you out in the field. Given your capabilities it's better to keep you here until we need you for something that's bigger than us. And I just don't want you think that's all you are to us, a weapon. Because you're not."

Those were his exact words. And Vision was only so willing to oblige.

He knows the vast difference between what he is to the team and what he is to the people part of it. He understands that while he is no doubt a part of their (somewhat) family, he was still a creature capable of destruction. Just like Ultron. And having defeated him, perhaps he was capable of something even more horrific than that.

So he obeys the Captain's orders and remains in the compound for the majority of the Avengers' next missions. It was the logical choice, one Vision himself would have decided all on his own.

Perhaps his willingness to the confinement of the compound is what grants him the luxury of knowing the full extent of his comrades' characters without having to approach them personally. And seeing his own struggle to connect with them, it was a blessing in disguise.

His only concern was that the others wouldn't have the luxury of this new past time of his.

When he's reread his books at least 5 times, meditated in the balcony that lasts for hours, and listened to the set of CD'S and vinyls of music provided for him from each of the Avengers (since they all said the best way to learn about human culture was through sound. Stark had been the most enthusiastic about it, but Vision didn't reciprocate it after the man had nearly deafened everyone in the building by playing his tunes on full blast), the android glides through the compound.

He revels in it. The silent serenity, the unoccupied spaces, the feeling of security. And it's all there for him. Free for him to explore and just exist in.

It may have been unintentional on Steve's part, but it was truly a gift for the android. A gift that allows him to learn the deeper parts of their humanity. And therefore give him an insight of his own.

There is no guilt either. Not when he enters their rooms and just stands there for a second before proceeding to another. Not when he scans the rooms' contents and always learns something new each time. Not when he's done it dozens of times and could potentially be dubbed a creep should anyone catch him on the act.

Because he knows that they know. They know that he sees them, for everything that they are. And they accept that. From him they'll accept it. Because like them, he's one who'll take a second look without being repulsed by the truths he finds in it.

When he's gone through all the rooms he stops in the common room to review all that he's learned a second time. By the time everyone returns from their mission for today, he can better understand the after show from their battle. The looks, the talks, the insults, the banter. It's all stored in his mind.

A sound floats im the air and his reverie is paused. What was that? He angles his head to all directions of the room. A step forward has him nearer the staircase and the sound increases. Was that music he was hearing?

It couldn't possibly be. Everyone had gone. The agents were situated in a different section of the building so there was no way any of them could've strayed this far. Most especially not in the Avengers' personal abode.

What's more was that he had gone to every room. Full sweep like always. There was no possible way he could've missed anything. That is until he reaches the upper floor and realizes just where the sound has lead him.

Wanda Maximoff's room.

Vision had never entered Wanda's room before. As much as all the boasts he has about this little venturing of his, it was just about the only room could never bear to set his foot in.

Why was this so? Oh, well it's like just about everything else that involves the red-headed woman. An anomaly that strikes him as the most questionable of all because he cannot find a a solution to it. Vision DOES NOT KNOW.

There's no answer as to why he's chosen only her to spare from his not-so-harmful incursions to their rooms. The more he tries to think it over the worst the clouds get. He will have to solve this unsolveable (for now) question soon, lest he be buried in continuous piles of uncertainties that this particular Avenger keeps giving him.

By the time he's thought of all this, the sound grows ever-so-louder. He can't sense anyone in the room which immediately puts his body into battle mode. Deciding that whatever was in the room needed to be dispose of, Vision conifdently floats through the wall.

He'd expected a HYDRA spy sneaking into the facility to steal intel. He'd expected it was another otherwordly life-form sent by Loki Laufeyson or some other. He even expected it to be nothing at all, that Wanda has left her CD player on before leaving-which was ultimately not in her nature.

What he hadn't expected, was to come face to face with the Witch herself, wrapped in nothing but a loose towel. By the way she's holding it rather than being tied, he can only assume that she had just came out from the bath.

"VISION!"

Her voice, a sharp whiplash that quiets the music he now realizes she'd been listening to. Before he intruded.

"I am sorry, I thought that you accompanied the others on the mission."

The look of incredulity on her face lessens none. "So you thought I wasn't here?"

He nods. "Yes." Better to be honest about it.

"Even if I weren't here, why would you go through the walls? The door is right there!" She enraged, pointing to the room's primary enrtrance/exit.

Her anger is something he can't understand. Surely she would know about his explorations of the facility like the others did. And even if she WAS present at the moment, it's not like she hasn't seen him going through the walls before. So why the fuming?

The pressure of her anger reaches his mind. And having read him seems to further infuriate him. "Why are you even still here?!"

Vision blinks. All he did was walk in her room out of concern for an intruder (even if he had initially thought that she wasn't here.) "I am sorry.." He tries, keeping his eyes trained on her face.

"Vision! Can you not understand that I am naked here?!"

The word 'naked' runs itself through his imprinted vocabulary. What he finds makes him hang his head. No wonder she was so upset.

He doesn't fully understand the weight of their situation, but if it would appease her state of mind then he better get a move on. Shifting on his heel, he turns to the door. "I'll use this then."

There's no telling how long he waited in the common room. He knows she wants him to, so he does.

When finally she emerges from her room and joins him downstairs she is clad in one of her usual black outfits. Despite the clothing, her arms were still wrapped around herself

The android stands and immediately starts his apology. But Wanda stops him.

"No.. It's fine. I overreacted. I shouldn't have done that." She sighs. He can tell that she only half-believes her words. "I should've remembered that you just started... Living a month ago. You probably had no idea why I even.."

"It's all right, Wanda." He cuts in, not allowing her to be embarrassed abour something that he'd done. "I do apologize."

"It's all right." She repeats. A finger rakes her hair over her ear as she considers something. "Could we maybe prevent such a thing from happening in the future?"

She was giving a solution to their problem. How thoughtful. "Certainly. That would be helpful in the event-"

Struggling with the words, she speaks for him. "That you barge in on someone naked.." Unable to help it, she smiles to the way he bows his head in what she could only guess was embarrassment. "Easy trick to remember. If the door's closed, there's a chance that someone might be inside. And if there is, always consider that they might be doing something personal. So always knock for a closed door."

"And if the door is opened?" He asks and the honest curiosity behind his voice helpessly widens her smile.

"You can go through walls, then. But not on mine." The grave threat is added with a small red spark from her fingers before she ascends up the stairs again.

He doesn't know what propels him to do it because the matter was settled. But before she disappears toward her room, Vision calls out one more time: "Again, my apologies, Wanda."

She glances over her shoulder and smiles reassuringly. "Most guys would do it on purpose. It was just an accident."

And when she's gone and he's alone again, he can't help but think that it hadn't.


It took some getting used to, but it's become easier to steady himself in the void now. There's not really an 'area' so there's not much room for moving about either. Putting himself to a meditatitve positiong was as good as it could get.

Time is slow. Mud and tar molded together to form a non-moving ripple. If any mere mortal were thrown in here they'd surely end up losing their minds.

But he was of strong will. Strong mind and (synthetic) heart.

He's reached a very impressive level of calm now. One that he's sure would allow him to forget what he heard yesterday. Or maybe it was a year ago. Or 10 years. Maybe a hundred if he let himself lose his guard again.

He had hoped it was a dream. A nightmare. Illusion, hallucination, imagination. Anything that wasn't true because he doesn't want it to be. He's almost forgotten it.

That is, until familar golden light begins to glow from behind him.

He already knows who it is. Har already knows it's Strange. It was the same time as his first appearance. He's not exactly sure how he can determine the time. But there was an immense feeling thst he wasn't mistaken in his observarions.

Still there was no answer to the one behind him.

"Mr. Strange." He calls.

"I'm sorry to leave like that, but I needed to speak with you again."

Ignoring the other man, he tries to drown himself to the black, the white and her red. But he wasn't so rude so as to not answer. "What more would we need to talk about?"

"Not about that." Strange says immediately.

"What is it then?"

Silence that goes on too long forces Vision out of his meditation.

"I just want to talk." Says the sorcerer quietly.

"Why?"

"Because you're the only one here that can talk back."

Gravity becomes silent. No one speaks.


awwww heheheh the awkward walk in on the room scene.

As soon as Civil War did all of thst cute little moments, it knew that the world would be ready to make the fanfics for it.

So Strange is... Lonely? Maybe. We'll find out in the next one.

Hope ya'll enjoyed.