Sincerely, Yours
By: M14Mouse
Summary: Vision…I have found myself a teacher.
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Dear Vision,
I am not sure how to address this. Sam says that I should start simple. Just tell you how I have been. I am well. I found myself a teacher. She is different. She is gentle but as hard as steel. She says that I have the power and the drive. I tend panic when a situation gets out of control. Today, she had Scott and Clint throw rubber darts at me.
"I didn't think that you training would be so much fun," Scott said as he threw a rubber dart at her. She blocked it with ease.
"Me too."Clint said as he threw three at her.
She was able to block two before the third one hit her in the shoulder.
"Better than my training. My brother thought that it would be awesome to use knives."
"Ouch."
"You know what I think we should use."
"What is that?"
"Water balloons."
"I like how you think, Lang."
"No!"
My teacher said that she would think over their idea of using water balls instead. She points that water balloons are much better than bombs. She has a point. The others are well. They have pick up new hobbies.
Scott is helping his girlfriend with a new project.
"Well, that was interesting," Scott said. She looked over his shoulder to see what was left a wall.
Hope snorted.
"It was! I didn't realize that you were working on something…so…destructive."
"I need a weapon, Scott."
"And that….I realize but damn…."
"You are as bad as my father. He wanted something "safer"," Hope said.
"No….I'm thinking along the lines if that was a person."
Hope sighed.
"You're right. Maybe, if I adjust thermal core…."
"Maybe adjust the output as well…"
I had no idea what they were talking about it. It must have shown on my face because Scott turned around and started to explain things to me. Even if I only could understand parts of it, it was nice to be included.
Clint met up with some old friends.
She didn't realize that they were in the room until she heard their voices. She watched the two of them drinking coffee at the table.
"Dude…," Luan said.
"I know…I know. He is still my brother," Clint said.
"I understand. Still sucks"
"It does. Do you know what Tony did to him?"
"Handed him to the Council. Of course, you know about the changes and they are a mile long. In reality, I think that they hoped to get some information about you from him. Last I heard, he is mocking them about their security system. My guess that he will be out in a year or so due to his contracts. Sneaky bastard," Luan said.
"Tell me about it. So, what are you doing?" Clint asked.
"A little of this…a little of that."
"It sounds like that you have no idea what you are doing."
"Mostly. You?"
"Paying a debt."
"…and you have a soft spot."
"I'm still not sure why I saved you."
"Because I'm awesome and you know it."
"Only partly."
Luan laughed.
"Perhaps, we should invite Wanda to this conversation. She is probably dying to know your deal," Clint said.
They turned around to look at her. Luan waved and Clint just look so amused.
I was able to sit down and listen to their stories. One day, I will have to tell you the adventure of Clint in New Zealand. At least, have his friend told it. Apparently, there is sheep involved.
Steve has taken up reading.
"You know…we had this talk before," Sam said.
"No, I'm not taking up Ultimate Fighting," Steve said.
"No, I am talking about working too much. I am totally down for being your coach if you do a career change."
Steve chuckled.
"I will keep that in mind."
"I'm talking about this."
"Are you asking me to give up on Bucky, Sam?"
"No, I'm asking to look somewhere else because you haven't found it in that file three years ago. You aren't finding it now. I'm suggesting that we should start looking somewhere else." Sam said.
"What are you suggesting?" Steve said.
"While we knock on HYDRA doorstep, we knock on a few of their allies too."
"You're thinking that they might know what they done to Bucky."
"Some of them have been around long enough to help."
His choice of reading has been very insightful.
Sam has been brushing up on his medic skills as well as help an old man feed the birds. I took a picture of him surrounded by pigeons.
I have to go, Vision. I will promise to write to you again.
Wanda.
Tony looked up from the letter.
"You know that this doesn't help us at all," He said.
"I know," Vision said.
Vision hasn't taken his eyes off the letter. God, he looked like a lost puppy.
He sighed as he handed the letter back to Vision.
"Here…I suppose that I don't need it now."
"Thank you, Tony."
The things that we do for love.
End
