AN: I know I'm late with the story, but I really doubt you care though

AN: I know I'm late with the story, but I really doubt you care though. Well here it is.

There are some things that are pleasant to wake up to. You know the kind of things; a sun filled room that smells like a good breakfast is being cooked below, waking up next to a great big fluffy cat that is cuddled next to you, and a naked woman. Any of these would have been excellent things to wake up to. On the other hand, there are unpleasant things to wake up to; a loud fart, a dog licking you, and a disgruntled woman telling you to get the hell out of her daughters bed. Vision of course had never woken to any of these things. The only thing he woke to was an empty room, and occasionally too loud rock music from the apartment next down. This never really disappointed him, though he was usually glad that he didn't have to deal with some of the bad things. It wasn't that he didn't want to experience some of the things on the list, but he just didn't think he would get the chance, and they weren't all that important. Still it would be nice to wake up to something.

Unlike most humans, waking up wasn't that bad for Vision. Once the program was finished he would wake up. Simple as that. The problem came from the fact that the program, unless pushed hard, took about 10 minutes shutting down. So for ten minutes, while it went through the shut down process, Vision was running around in a sleepy haze. Of course if necessary, he could skip the shut down process and simply turn the program off, but then he had to reset all the settings.

Vision found the simplest way to pass the time while he was shutting down that program, and starting up all his other processes, was to take a shower. He was water proof, so this was no problem, and so far he hadn't had a problem with rust. After this, if he had time he would do his homework. It wasn't that long a process for him, and took about 3 minutes on a hard day. It wasn't that he was overly concerned with passing, but it felt good to not have the teacher on his back. Of course since the school had been closed for repairs he had a HUGE amount of homework. This probably wouldn't have been the case, if his teacher had been normal. Obviously his teacher wasn't normal. He had emailed all of his students their homework AND class work for the upcoming week. Christ, what a fucking ass. Well with the school closed for a week Vision had spent about 10 minutes on the work and then gone out. He hadn't done much. He had wanted to observe kids outside of the classroom, but he had soon realized that kids basically had social groups. Each one did a different thing. There were; the partiers, who just got boozed up every night and spent the days nursing hang-overs. Then there were the Stoners, guess what they did. There were the Goths, only went out at night and then joined the Stoners. There were the Jocks, these guys were pricks and did basically the same thing as the Gamers, but they did it outside, they also got a kick out of making fun of everyone else. Then there were the Gamers, fun bunch of guys, but mostly all perverts (probably cause the Jocks get most of the action when it comes to ladies) who love to swear a bunch, but are probably the most literate guys you'll ever meet. Then there wer the Valley Girls, these bitches really pissed him off. They didn't do anything but gossip and complain about "abusive and horrible lives". Oh your boyfriend broke up with you? Cry me a fucking river. Then there was the Brotherhood, a class unto themselves. They stayed inside and who knew what the hell they were up to. And last but not least there were the X-Men, these guys fit into most of the categories above, but they also did their own thing, again behind closed doors.

Once Vision had made the classifications the only thing left to do was categorize everyone and give a list of the activities and trends he saw within the class. Basically all really boring and stupid work. Instead Vision busied himself doing other things, like walking around the greater New York area until he had a full detailed map in his head. Not just the kind of map that you can buy at a AAA. No, no, this map didn't even just show short cuts and useful ways to avoid traffic (it did that of course), but what it did was show everything he saw. It showed every detail of the greater New York area. He even did aerial pass-overs, just so that he now had a 3d functioning map. It was an impressive file, that many would probably pay thousands for, but the file size was roughly the paper equivalent of 3 Libraries of Congress. Yeah well it took him a week to get all of it. He was now able to get anywhere faster than anyone else. This would come in handy.

But like all good things, his freedom came to an abrupt end at the end of the week and following weekend. And he was back to school. Of course the thought didn't really bother Vision, it wasn't like he had THAT much to do outside of school. In fact for a while he thought he'd be living for school. After all the activities he was supposed to observe were those of the mutants in the surrounding area. And since he had learned his lesson about breaking into these various establishments, he realized that he now needed to socially interact with these mutants in order to gain any more info. He had made a mistake… FUCK!! Now he was totally fucked. What was he supposed to do, apologize to each group and hope they could be friends? Fat god damn chance. He was really in a pickle. Ok, what ways can I get into their various social groups? The X-Men might be forgiving… I did help them with Juggernaut after all, but as for the Brotherhood… But wait. Why would he need to consider this? The Brotherhood had seen him in his Vision form, but as Vincent… only that Maximoff girl (he really needed to look into her first name) had seen him transform. And she might not have recognized him. I mean I doubt she was paying attention to me… But of course he knew this wasn't the case. He was to rational, she had seen him, she knew who he was. But he knew she wouldn't tell anyone either. Why? Who the hell would believe her? No, he protected. That wasn't a problem. The problem was convincing her not to tell anyone else in the Brotherhood. Maybe I should just talk to her about it? Convince her it was an accident and… Oh come on Vision, she isn't going to believe that. You know her kind, anti-social, mean and angry the exact opposite of you. Now that he thought about it, that side of him –the fun loving cheerful, optimistic, playful side –that had probably come from the scan of Tony's brainwaves that was stored in him. He also had other brainwave scan in him –in fact he though there might be even a little Trask in him –but Tony's had been one of the most prominent… and dominating.

He still didn't have the problem of how to approach the sides solved when he got to school. Thankfully it turned out he didn't have to. He was approached by the X-Men almost the second he walked into the door. More specifically he was approached by Wagner.

"Hey," Wagner said to Vision.

"Hey," Vision replied.

"Uhh… I think I owe you an apology."

"Why would that be?"

"Vell I kind of over reacted ven I saw your true form that first time and –"

"So what man?"

"Vell I though it would be, you know polite to…" he trailed off as he saw the way Vision was looking at him.

"To be honest I could really give a damn what you think," he said, still glaring at Wagner "BUT," he said cocky grin breaking out " I would like to think I'm not ugly enough to make even a fuzz ball nervous." A grin broke out on Kurt's face as he laughed. It wasn't really that the joke had been funny, it was just the relief bursting through his chest and up through his mouth in that form. He hadn't been able to get a strong reading on this Vision. One second he was breaking into their home and acting all evil, and the next he's beating the fuck out of Juggernaut. Now Kurt had a strong reading. Vision wasn't a bad guy, he just didn't like mutants. This had to be, he was part of the Sentinel program after all.

"You think I'm a mutant hater, don't you?" Vision asked.

"VAT!" Kurt was astonished. Vision felt happy about this. He still didn't want to be so familiar with these mutants that they knew his every function. This surprise was a good indicator that Wagner had absolutely no clue what Vision could do. All he knew was that Vision was strong, stealthy, and smart. That was how Vision liked it.

"It's not hard to figure out. You were just thinking that I'm a mutant hater, weren't you?"

"I suppose, but –"

"Again, not that hard to figure out. You aren't very good at hiding your thoughts. Most of it was in the facial expression, and in the way your tail began to wag faster. Not to mention your fur went on end. You were nervous, but not scared nervous, nervous like you were thinking something not so nice about someone close by and you weren't comfortable with it. I'm the obvious choice, and I could detect some electrical signals, and smells, all very technical stuff that would probably take me hours to explain." He said this deliberately. Let the elf get a small taste of some things I can do. Let him now he can't hide anything from me. Next step is making it so he wouldn't want to.

"All right I vas. It's just zat you work for Trask, and so I naturally assumed…"

"I get it. Though to tell the truth I don't get why your even talking to me. I am a part of the Sentinel project." Bingo. FUCKING PAYDIRT!! A little ding-ding-ding noise went off in Vision's head. Intel. That was what he wanted. The X-Men didn't exactly trust him, but had decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, probably thanks to his actions against Juggernaut. It was probation. Of course they wouldn't let him know that he was being watched and judged, but Vision got their little game. Now was the tricky part. Did he want to play the extremely nice but misunderstood poor little android, or did he want to play the badass guy who dose what he wants and seems bad at first, but once you crack his exterior shell he was a good guy? Either way Vision was going to have fun. He loved acting. If he had to pick a hobby he would have picked Broadway actor. It wasn't like he was gay or anything, but there are few things more epic than a musical play performed at it's best. With musicals EVERYTHING becomes an epic adventure; you could be scratching your ass, and they could make a song about it. All of a sudden a good scratching becomes an all out bombardment of color, light, and sound. So acting either role wouldn't be a problem for Vision. He just wondered which would be best.

The computer in him told him to analyze for more data and wait for a decision until a later date, being cautious only to interact in ways that could be supported by both roles. But the Romantic and theatrical soul within him told him to just improvise, and make the character up as he went along.

"Well I got to get to class, have fun with… whatever." He trotted off. There was still another question which needed answering though now. How to deal with the Maximoff girl and the Brotherhood? Well he would burn that bridge when he came to it. In the meantime he had to find a way to avoid interacting with Maximoff while the rest of The Brotherhood was around. Though Vision still didn't know who all was in The Brotherhood. There could have been more then he saw there, or one of them could have just been a friend. Any way it went now he would have to be careful.

He was still nervous when class started and she was sitting just a few seats away. He had tried his hardest to forget the dream he had, had about her, but it had been impossible. He had even tried a manual deletion of the memory, it hadn't worked. The next night he had dreamed the same thing. It wasn't like they had done anything. I mean it's not like we…But still, I shouldn't be dreaming about her like that. Still she is kinda attractive… Maybe if she grew her hair out longer and curled it a little, maybe comb it back so that it looks kinda wild… WAIT A MINUTE!! WHAT THE FUCK! Damn it Tony, you programmed a sense of women into me?! What the hell, man! He couldn't believe it. The more he thought about it though, and the more he looked at her, he realized that Tony had programmed into him a judgment of women program. No doubt the pervert has it set up so that I record all women I see. He probably also has me x-ray um (so I can record what they look like naked), then rate them and email the file to his computer. He probably has me doing it all sub-consciously too. If I ever find a program like that I'm killing Tony. Speaking of Tony I hear he's going out of town, apparently his father is taking him somewhere to test a new weapon. I'll have to ask him how it went when he gets back.

Vision was thinking this during role call, and he would have continued his line of thought, but he heard a name that sounded familiar.

"Maximoff, Wanda?" The teacher asked. She raised her hand. Wanda huh? I could work with that. The minute he thought it, he regretted it.

Vision wasn't sure why he didn't engage his sleep program during the hour and 20 minute class. He could have recharged some battery and maybe had a different dream for a change. But he didn't. He kept pretending to listen for the whole class. When it was finished he went out and went to the first lunch period of the day. He wandered outside and sat down on a bench under a tree in the corner of the main courtyard. It was here that the weirdest and, possibly, most unexpected thing happened. Wanda came over and sat next to him. She faced him and any hopes of a polite conversation faded. This girl wasn't mad, not exactly. She was… upset, not crying upset, not sad upset, just upsetness bordering on anger, or on bursting into tear, it could go either way. I'm sure we've all been there before. He was sure that it was going to be the anger that exploded; this didn't seem like the kinda girl to give up on anger and go to sadness.

"What the hell are you?" she asked. It wasn't calm, but it gave the illusion of calmness to anyone not paying attention.

"Hell of a way to start a conversation."

"Don't fuck around Tin Man, or Iron Man, or whatever the hell you call yourself!"

"It's Vision actually, but close, I like that Iron Man thing though, now I kinda wish I'd been called that."

"And why do they call you Vision? Is it because you're programmed to peak at naked girls?"

"Only in my free time."

"I thought I said don't fuck with me."

"Trust me if I could I would be," he said grinning and winking. This was probably a mistake.

"Ok… I don't want to be talking with you right now. I REALLY don't want to be talking to you right now, but I want to know who you are, what you are, where you came from, and why you're apparently STALKING ME!"

"Stalking is such an ugly word, I prefer to think of it as obsessive following." She raised her hand.

"You know what I can do with my finger?" she asked.

"I was on the receiving end of that baby once, and once was enough for me."

"Well then start talking."

"About?"

"Do you think you're being clever?"

"Not at all."

"Good."

"I'm just trying to piss you off at this point."

"Well please don't"

"Ok, my bad." It was strange, the conversation was developing into something… almost friendly. She was obviously still weary and annoyed, but there wasn't as much hostility. In fact he could swear she was trying to look mean at this point.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"What?"

"Why are you always so… Dykish?"

"WHAT!?"

"Well it's just, you cut your hair short, you act anti-social, and you kinda act like a man hater, so why act like a lesbian, when I think you could probably be nice if you tried." He grinned. He hadn't quite meant to say it like that, but… well he got nervous. She was stunned into silence until…

"WANDA!!" a silver-haired boy called. Hey I saw that guy at The Brotherhood house. Wait he's actually acting friendly? Why? From what I heard when I was there they were pretty pissed. Oh don't tell me that this guy is her…

"Wanda, hey… who is this?" he asked noticing Vision for the first time. "Is he a friend of yours?" She was about to respond when Vision stood up.

"Yes I am. And you must be..."

"Oh I'm Wand's brother Pietro Maximoff." Wow… At this distance I can smell fear. Not fear of me. Huh this guy is scared shitless of his own sister. Weird. But there is something underneath the fear. This guy really does love his sister it's just buried. Well can you say dysfunctional family.

"So.. uh when did you meet Wanda, she hasn't said anything."

" Well it wasn't that long ago," he decided to play a practical joke on this guy, "and until then I didn't realize how small tits could get." This froze both of them in place. He grinned and just kept on grinning. It wasn't an idiotic grin it was the kind Tony gives girls he likes, it's the confident seductive grin, it is in essence the lingerie of grins. Pietro looked like he wanted to laugh, run, and punch Vision all simultaneously. Wanda actually felt hurt. She didn't know why. This asshole was just saying it to get under her skin he knew, but the way he talked to her… it was different. He knew she could beat him if they fought, but he wasn't afraid of her. He wasn't like Toad either, he wasn't groveling, or horny all the time. It just drove her crazy that this guy could have the nerve to say things like that to her. Even her own brother was afraid of her powers, but he still tried to act like a loving brother. This guy clearly seemed to have deluded himself that she wouldn't hurt him. He was going to find out the hard way how wrong he was. She was about to point at him and hex his ass to mars when…

"Well I have to go now, any way Wanda you should grow your hair out, maybe even give it a little curl, you might look a lot less Dyke like." He waved and ran off, he was laughing his ass off in his head. The way she looked at him, it was funny. He ran off toward the front doors of the school, he didn't feel like sticking around the rest of the day.

Wanda was livid. She was still sitting there stunned, but as soon as she recovered she was going to…Oh who was she kidding, she wasn't going to do a damn thing. Still, she looked at a puddle and saw her reflection, maybe she should grow her hair out? It might look nice if she combed it out of her face, maybe gave it a small curl and it would look more wild and unattainable. Maybe she would try it. No! Let that asshole think what he wanted. She wasn't some Cheer Squad conformist who had to look good for some man… no they didn't count as men. Some BOYS! Still she liked the idea of driving him crazy instead of the other way around…

Vision was going to skip… fuck it. He didn't feel like sticking around. He didn't feel like anything much. He wanted to wander around town, maybe to a private nook, and be alone with his thoughts. This plan though made it to the front door.

"no…fucking…way?"

"Are you happy to see me?!" asked a loud, but not obnoxious voice.

"It's impossible I thought that you were off somewhere with your father?"

"I was," said a grinning youth, about 17 he was tall with well groomed hair, he wore a good suit, but not one that was too formal. The kind that say 'I work, but then I party hard, and I even do that in style'. He was beginning to grow a mustache and goatee (AN: the mustache. I don't know how to spell it  ). He was grinning in the same confident grin that Vision usually wore.

"What happened?"

"Came back early… uhh prefer not to discuss it here, come over to my place and I'll tell you all about it."

"Yeah… ok. Man Tony it is great to see you. You have no idea."

"Thanks man," said Tony Stark, as they walked over to his Limo opened the door and climbed inside.

To Be Continued…

AN: Tony is here but Iron Man is not. He won't be introduced till later. Sorry for the delay, but I made it extra long just for anyone who cares. Well hope you enjoyed. Please for the love of GOD R & R. Honestly it doesn't take that much effort. Even if it's to tell me that it sucks a donkey's penis. Even if it's to tell me how under-whelmed you are , but you didn't hate it. Hell talk about the new fucking Indiana Jones movie on here. But please I at least want to know someone is reading it. I have anonymous reviews on. So anonymous people feel free. Honestly 2 fucking seconds, that's all it takes. Well get ready for the next one. Thanx.