AN: Enjoy!
Back at Stark Tower the following morning, unaware of Wanda's troubles with her brother, Vision had been left to his own devices while Tony continued to work. While Tony worked, Vision thought. For one, he thought about his desire to tell Wanda that he didn't think that she should ever go to Genosha. But mostly, he thought about another problem.
Vision thought about 's concerns with him and Wanda going outside Stark Tower.. even just to the roof. The main problem, Vision knew, was his appearance.
If he looked normal.. however subjective a concept 'normal' might have been.. they could go outside without trouble. And maybe, though this may have been wishful thinking on Vision's part, Wanda's brother would have less of a problem with Vision spending time with her. For a moment, he imagined a scenario like those in the romantic novels he and Wanda read together. Then he shook his head. No use getting ahead of himself when he wasn't even certain whether or not he could fix the problem.
Vision furrowed his brow, thinking hard, grasping at one of his scattered memories.
"Before the time comes for you to fulfil your purpose, you may need to move among those below and gather information. For that, you will need to disguise yourself as one of them.."
"Hmm.." Vision closed his eyes, and focused.
Tony, who could see Vision in the corner of his eye, suddenly jumped, spinning around to face him.
Opening his eyes, Vision could see himself reflected in Tony's goggles. His usual appearance of a purplish-red vibranium streaked synthezoid had been replaced with that of a blonde-haired, blue-eyed human.
"Whoa!" Tony gaped at him. "Did Maximoff wish on a star or something? You just turned into a real boy!"
"I think.. I think it is just something I can do" said Vision, looking at his transformed hands.
"Have you always been able to do it?"
"I don't know.. I think so.. Maybe.. I can't quite.."
"Remember" Tony finished for him. "The important thing is, if you can make yourself look human, it makes life a lot easier for you, and all the rest of us."
"That was my hope.." said Vision, then paused for a moment, thinking. "Mr. Stark.."
"Tony, or I'll start calling you Pinocchio.."
"Alright, Mr.. Tony. Why did you ask me if Wanda had made a wish?"
"Like I said, Mr. Real boy" Tony began, before turning back to his work, "She likes you. Maybe even like-likes you."
"Like-likes?" Vision's now golden brows crinkled in confusion.
"Mmhm. And now you look like everyone else, you two can actually go out. Have some fun together."
"Fun.." a small smile spread over Vision's face. "Yes, I think I would like that.."
Meanwhile, in the midst of her promised morning scavenging session with her brother in the Junkyard, Wanda was doing the exact opposite of having fun. Pietro had started the day in a foul mood, and when Pietro was in a foul mood, he was not very much fun to be around. And unfortunately, Wanda was not doing much to help her brother's mood, as she was struggling to focus on the task at hand.
Wanda repeatedly glanced upward, to Genosha. Who or whatever had hurt Vision was still up there, somewhere. Who knew whether or not he had been the only victim? Wanda was unable to shake the rather morbid thought that every piece of supposed scrap she picked up and tossed into their cart could be the remains of another creature like Vision, one too far gone to save..
"For God's sake Wanda, focus!" Pietro snapped, pulling Wanda out of her thoughts. "We'll never make enough to get to Genosha if you don't get your head out of the clouds!"
"Right.." Wanda picked up another piece of metal, shuddering, and quickly tossed it into the cart as though it might burn her if she held onto it for too long. "Pietro?"
"What?" He quite roughly dumped a large heap of scrap, and Wanda cringed.
"Have you ever really thought about why everyone is so desperate to get to Genosha?"
"Because Genosha is paradise!" said Pietro. "Everyone knows that. The air is cleaner, the food is better, there's less crime.. Come on, you've seen all the posters."
"But how do we know that's really true?" Wanda reluctantly reached for another piece of metal, not vibranium, but a similar colour and sheen to her synthezoid friend's vibranium streaks, and tossed it away just as quickly as the previous one. "Posters and brochures are the only evidence we really have. It's not like anyone's come back to say it's all true."
"Of course they haven't come back.. It's paradise!" Pietro repeated, putting extra emphasis on the word. "Where is all this coming from, Sister? You've never questioned it before.. Has that.."
"No, this has nothing to do with Vision..nothing he's said, anyway."
"Then what?" Pietro huffed.
"I just can't help thinking.." said Wanda, "If something so terrible happened to Vision, how much better or safer can Genosha really be?"
"So it is about that thing!" Pietro yelled. "Wanda, please tell me you're not rethinking our whole life plan over some robot being taken apart, like all obsolete robots are supposed to be!"
"Synthezoid. Synthetic human" Wanda corrected him angrily. "That means Vision has the same rights as any biological human does. And to answer your question, brother, no. I am not rethinking our whole lives over what happened to Vision, even though what he suffered through is something that should never happen to anyone. But I am starting to think it may be a little stupid to waste our whole lives working towards something we can't even prove is real!"
"Robot, synthezoid, it doesn't matter. Whatever that thing is, Sister, it is a bad influence on you. I don't think I want you to spend anymore time.."
At that, Wanda rolled her eyes, turning and marching off.
"Okay, that's it.."
"Hey! Where do you think you're going?!"
"I'm done with this conversation. You're my brother, Pietro, not my Father, and even if you were, I'm not a child! You don't get to tell me who I can and can't see, and you don't get to sulk and whine at me every time we have opinions that don't match up" Wanda told him, heading for the junkyard exit and back into the city. "Maybe, when you're ready to grow up a little, we can talk.."
Pietro watched his sister depart, rather dumbstruck. Then, he shook his head, pouting to himself as he continued to gather scrap metal.
"That robot is definitely a bad influence.."