She actually caught Vision as he walked into the apartment block; she whistled through her teeth and he turned to look at her.
"Hey, Oompa-Loompa."
"Hello." He followed her to the elevator- Mrs Jensen on floor five held it open for them.
"Afternoon, Mrs J."
"Hello, dearie. Who's your friend?" the little old lady squinted through pearly spectacles up at Vision.
"Some super."
"I'm Vision."
"And what do you do, young man?"
Eva bit down on her fist to keep herself from laughing.
"I help save the world, and stop Tony Stark destroying it."
"Good for you." The doors pinged open, and Mrs J shuffled out.
"Are you laughing at me?" Vision asked, as the elevator started upwards again.
"No. Maybe." She gave up trying to hide it, and started giggling. A moment later, Vision grinned too.
Eva liked her apartment; three floors from the top, it was small and poky but also caught a lot of light, which was good for her plants. Boxes full of flowers lined the windows, and you couldn't get onto the tiny balcony due to it being entirely taken up by clusters of ceramic pots. As she unlocked and opened the door her cat opened one eye as they walked in, then went back to sleep in the center of the sole armchair.
"Useless animal," she said under her breath. "I would offer you a seat, but Rachel Carson's taken the only one."
"I presume that's the name of your cat, and that the agriculturalist is not currently residing in your apartment."
"I wish." They both sat down on the floor. "So you used to be the AI that ran all of Stark's stuff, right? What was that like?"
"If it was possible for me to be mentally scarred, I have no doubt I would be."
She laughed, which woke Rachel Carson up. The cat thudded off the chair and plodded towards Vision, sniffing his hand. He scratched her behind the ears, and mirrored Eva by resting his chin on his palm.
"It appears to be your turn to tell me something about you," he said.
She groaned. "Give me a moment to actually think of something."
"I highly doubt you are as boring as you make out to be, Eva."
"Prepare to be surprised," she said drily. "I'm Eva Kresk, I'm twenty one, this sounds like I'm at alcoholics anonymous, and… I dunno, I like scary movies. The fact I can't get through one without doing terrified crying does not seem to put me off."
Rachel Carson oozed onto Vision's lap. "Which ones?" he asked, shifting the cat's weight slightly.
"You wanna see?"
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"Nope!"
She paused Saw IV mid-murder, stood up and strode around the room, wringing her hands. "Can't do it!"
"Are you okay?" Vision asked, who hadn't batted an eyelid throughout the film.
"Nope!" she switched the lights back on with shaking fingers. "I can't watch them on my own! I haven't watched one since I moved up here! I was not prepared!"
Vision watched her progress as she paced around the room. "Your heart rate appears to be elevated."
"Hell yeah, it is!"
"If you don't enjoy the results, then why watch it in the first place?"
"Now is not the time to be questioning how freaking weird humans are, dude. I'm having a moment. I am not a clever person! I do not have the foresight to think about how it's gonna mess me up! I ain't got that robot brain!" She swallowed, grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around herself. "What's the time?"
"Twenty-seven minutes to midnight." Maybe she was imagining it, but it seemed to her that Vision was trying to hide his amusement.
Whenever she closed her eyes, terrifying stills from the film flashed across her retinas. But when she kept them open, all she could imagine were creeps crawling through her window. "Right. I… I'm going to bed," she sniffed.
"Probably wise." He stood up. "Goodnight, Eva."
She twisted the hem of her shirt in her hands. "Vision?"
He had already reached the door, but turned around when she called his name. "Yes?"
"D- don't leave me. Please."
He didn't look amused anymore, but he was still smiling. "Of course not."
"Thank you."
She pulled the sheets up over her head and curled up around Rachel Carson on the bed, the cat's warmth reassuringly solid and non-terrifying. Vision stayed in the other room; he sat unmoving staring at the wall with a slightly vacant expression, as though his mind were somewhere else. She fell asleep to the sound of him humming the fifth symphonyunder his breath.
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