AN: Thanks for waiting everyone! Chapter 8 is here! This will not be the final chapter there is going to be more, trust me, you might be asking this question at the end of this one. Again thank you for all the support! ~Moonmilk

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"Hold onto me, cause i'm a little unsteady."

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It was officially annouced that Vision, indeed loves Wanda. And vice versa. Chuckles and claps filled the Avenger's HQ, and Clint passed Sam a five dollar bill.

The team discussed the latest attack against Hydra, Rogers insisted a barrier, thinking Stark could have an ability to create it. Sam told Rogers he musn't worry about it, that he should focus on Vision, be prepared.

Steve embraced the suggestion and put Hydra on a waiting list for his priorities.

It was 9 at night and the Avenger's decided to call it a night early. Except for Rogers, who has been pondering about Hydra.

He took out the carton of milk and decided to pour a glass, then maybe put on some jazz music in the living room. It always makes him think.

And he did. Steve tapped his finger on the leather arm of the chair, thinking of attack plans against Hydra.

'Maybe Sam could watch Vision while the rest take them? And what was Hydra after with this attack? Did they want information, well what ever they wanted they found us.'

Steve sighed and tried to control his thoughts by pressing his hands to his temples.

His thoughts were suddenly stopped by the sound of footsteps, nervous, shaky footsteps. A black figure was standing in the living room, it was in a hunched position, and it's hand was over it's chest.

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"Worthy..."

Steve paused and then looked at Stark, who was muttering words to himself.

"You are all unworthy."

Cap looked at the strange mechanical figure in disbelief.

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"Mr Rogers." A soft voice entered his ears and he quickly shook his head and looked at the figure. "I apologize, I just couldn't enter sleep mode." Vision was now walking like he just got out of an accident, like his limbs were...falling off

"Not even with a goodnight kiss from Wanda?" Steve smirked and Vision looked at the ground again, brushing his hand over his cheek. "She told me it works."

"I just...I've been thinking about this, this." He paused and took a deep breath. "Visit for a while and I think I should take action, I know Wanda might not approve of this but-."

"Wait. Wait, visit?" Steve got out of his chair and shut the soft mellow jazz music off.

Vision sighed and itched closer to Cap. "I want to visit Mr Tony Stark."

Steve laughed slightly and looked out the window to his left. The sun was setting, and it was close to dusk. Sam and Steve made a pact that they would not take Vision out at night, because of certain situations that could possibly happen. Steve looked at Vision again and he could tell he was glad he got this idea of a 'visit' off his chest. "You don't know what you might get into, what if Stark..." He groaned and put a palm to his forehead.

"Stark's not a murderer, he's not a villian. He has not quarrel with us and I know he means well."

"But you don't see-." Steve stopped his argument against Vision. He groaned softly again. "Your right, Wanda would not approve of this."

"But Stark needs a light, a light of hope and understandment. I know that man is suffering, yes I might be an emotionless machine, destined to possibly create mayhem, but I only wish to communicate a few words with him, please?"

Steve was speechless. He really wants to give Stark a piece of his mind! Maybe not, maybe he just wants to reason with him.

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Steve agreed to take a private flight to Malibu with Vision, and Clint agreed to fly them.

"I will wait outside..." Clint said in a shaky voice. Steve, Clint and Vision glanced at Stark's malibu mansion and each hero jerked back a little, with astonishment.

The mansion looked like a mess, blinds were covering the windows and the plants looked dead and dry. His large pool, once a clean aqua blue, now seafoam green.

Steve leaned torwards Clint, away from Vision. "Take care of him, I don't know if he will snap, or not." Clint sighed. Steve nodded and got out of the quinjet, and then guided Vision to the mansion.

"Locked." Steve grunted as he gave the door a tight tug. He looked at Vision, who was giving him a emotionless expression. Steve rolled his eyes and kicked the door down. Dust particles surrounded them, but slowly died down and Cap saw a shadow, cowering behind a small desk. "Stark." Steve walked towards the billionaire, followed by Vision.

Tony shaved his beard, for Rhodey, yet he still looked like a mess, his expression was scared and shadowy circles appeared around his eyes. A part of his suit was around his arm, he was ready to shoot. "Vision." He rasped.

"Tony." Vision was suprisingly calm, he took a step closer to the Ironman, eventually, Stark stood up.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" He growled, his left hand twitched and he shoved it in his pocket. Vision only stared at the Ironman, slowly watching him break. Tony fell to his knees, shaking dramaticaly. His brused hands trembled and pressed onto the hard tile.

"I know you mean well, Mr Stark." Vision said quietly. "I know you don't murder, you would never try to kill, unless it's a threat."

Tony's hand guard fell off of him, leaving him with no weapon. "Is uncle Sam gonna make a speech too?"

Steve was behind a chair, in the shadows. "Vision needs to say something Tony, give him a moment, i'm only his transportation."

"Mr Stark..." Vision bent down infront of the crippling man. "I would like to thank you. I understand, a Ultron could possibly return, through me."

Viz had a point. Steve swore he thought Vision was Ultron's first form, that hunched over position and jagged movements gave Steve flashbacks of the Ultron War, he certainly does not want to go through a second one.

"I just want to thank you. Steven understands, Wanda understands, Mr Rhodey, Miss Potts..." Vision smiled at the genius.

Tony looked into his eyes and sniffed. "You're thanking me? You beleive in what I beleive in? You want this to be a swift death?"

"If it will protect Wanda and the others, of course." Tony shook a little once Vision responded. "The date is coming soon yes?"

Stark looked at Vision's right hand, a finger detached and fell to the hard tile, along with a few short wires. "The date is coming soon." A tear fell to the ground right with the red finger.

"Understood." Vision chuckled. He moved closer to Stark and he pressed his forhead on Vision's mind gem, while putting his hands on his shoulders. "Will you, take care of her?" Vision spoke slowly.

"It will be, tough..." Stark whimpered. "You love her...?"

Steve pressed his lips together and cocked his head at the question.

"With all my...what do you silly humans say?"

Tony looked at Vision with shiny hazel eyes. His tounge clicked when he said the word. "Heart."

"Heart, yes." The android nodded. "It was nice, sharing a few words with you Mr Stark. And again, thank you."

With that, Steve escorted the 'almost' broken android out of the mansion. He left Stark, motionless on the ground.

Later, Tony entered his suit once they took off in the quinjet. He aimed a blast at the wall, full of sharpie marks. Then he burned the wall with high noise grunted and yelled, and after about 40 tries, he fell out of his suit. Breaking down, sobbing alone in his dark mansion.

'This was for the world.' He thought.

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A month past, Vision's health got worse. During dinner, Rhodey noticed Vision's whole leg fell off at the table. He was moved to his bed, where he was supposed to stay. Forever.

Wanda was the most angry at this. She threatened Sam, Steve and Rhodey, but eventually broke down, and apologized.

Many friends, and collegues sent gifts, flowers to the android. Again. And it was slowly getting worse. Vision did not have the voice he used to have, now a raspy tired tone filled the room. Which broke Wanda's heart.

Wanda rubbed Vision's loose leg and hiccuped. "Viz..." She knew this day would come. She was happy, it was just him and her. "Viz...I, I can't, I know I've expressed this emotion to you before but I can't-." She started to sob, but they grew muffled when she clamped her hand over her mouth.

"Wanda please don't cry, don't cry for me..." Vision rasped softly, using his thumb to rub her hand. "You showed me things a being like me would never experience."

"A trip to a diner?" Wanda's red lipstick was now smeared around her mouth from rubbing it, to muffle her sobs. She gave him her brightest smile. That's what he needed, a smile.

"Well, yes but..."

Wanda wanted to let him finish, she knew exactly what he was going to say.

Wanda grinned an whispered "Love."

"Compassion."

The two paused. Wanda burst out laughing and grabbed Vision's hand. He too, shared a smile with her. Vision lifted Wanda's hand tenderly and softly pressed it to his lips.

He held it there for a while. Wanda moved closer to his bedside, her face moved closer to his. She touched his soft, yet metallic cheeks and then looked down at the android's lips.

Vision moved his head torwards her and the two locked lips. Every time they shared a kiss, Wanda always had paranoia themed thoughts.

'Will this be our last?'

'Are you really done for good?'

She broke the kiss and she gave him a sad smile. Vision motioned her to move closer again and the two touched foreheads.

"Oh Wanda..." Was all he could say.

'Oh Wanda.'

The way he said it. It WAS full of compassion, HE was full of compassion, and love. He let out a staggered sigh, his lip trembled from slight pain in his joints, urging to fall off again.

Wanda looked into his eyes, she squeezed his cheeks a little and gasped. "Vision! Viz, you're hurt..."

"I know, I know." He smiled. Vision's lips quivered showing more pain. "No, don't." He stopped Wanda from running out of the room. "Don't call Steven."

Wanda's red in her hands wore down and grew normal as she placed hers on his again. Vision was dying. She cursed Stark for never giving them the date, well he said a month and a half.

"Viz you can't go." She sobbed again, her body started shaking violently while touching his cheeks.

"Wanda Maximoff, don't cry for me." Vision's breathing began to slow. "I want you to give my regards to Steven, Mr Wilson, Mr Rhodey, Miss Romanoff, Mr Barton, Miss-."

"Ok." Wanda reapeated it several times to make him stop. "Ok, Vision..."

"I adore you." He rasped again, his lip quivered harder. This was it. "Wanda...Maximoff."

She couldn't help it. She crashed her lips on his instantly, and she held it there for a long time. It felt like an eternity for Wanda. Her nose flared and her brow furrowed. Vision began to crumble, she felt it. Wanda instantly climbed inside his mind and saw the most beautiful images she's ever seen.

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Vision stood under a mahogany sky, with pink blossoms falling onto his cape and through the clean cut grass. He was clearly in a forest setting, looking out. Wanda also noticed another figure. With a long white and crimson dress, magic weaving between her fingers, stood herself. The imaginary Wanda put a hand on Vision's back and the android turned around, instantly kissing her.

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"I can read him, he's...dreaming."

The words came back to Wanda she once said when Vision was being made.

She saw destruction and mayhem, but this dream, this state of mind...Vision is at peace. She let go of his lips and a shallow breath blew on Wanda's cheeks. Vision shut his eyes and his fingers rested at his side.

Wanda's hands turned red again, she clenched her teeth and grunted.

'No...no no no, not today.' She sighed and let go. Then she fell ontop of Vision and sobbed.