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.slightly one-sided conversation and out of characterness due Vision's more silent and confused state of mind + feelings akin to anger and annoyance, + rising tensions and emotions
.if there is an error overlooked, please feel free to tell
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the Tuesday near-noon breaking news (2)
Vision wonders why people see her as if she is the Devil himself; can they not see the kindness and frailty in her eyes and the grace in her walk? Can they not hear the sincerity in her smile and the genuine chime in her laugh? Are they not aware of the brilliance that is her mind and the beauty that is her heart?
Are humans really that impaired to such aspects of her?
"Leave them be, Vis," she would alway tells him. "After all, I have caused them pain. Their anger and fear is understandable."
And he would feel confused, as he would unsurely think, 'I suppose', because, as much as he would want to tell her, he doesn't.
Wanda is already troubled with her own thoughts; if he disagrees and points out that, 'no, those people are reacting quite unjustly,' he knows that those words would add up to the already brimming mind of hers, causing a strain in her mental health.
He does not like that to happen, so he keeps the opinion—fact, really—to himself. That does not mean he is fine with all the very negative review the media says about her.
So, as he brings a spoon of what appears to be a significant part of humanity's day-to-day diet to his mouth (or that's what the advertisements portray cereals as anyway, though, it seems to him that they are rather exaggerated), he faintly bristles in indignation at the headline written on the television screen in Helvetica font.
Scarlet Witch: Comrade or Menace?
He tunes out the platinum-blonde reporter, and focuses instead on the background. Hundreds of people, bruised and swollen-skinned protesting, signs and boards filled with scribbles in both English and Wakandian in their hands and hanging around their necks, as they shout profanities against the Avengers: of how they are quite useless, of how they act so recklessly, of how they caused more damage to property than the villains had—
—of how Wanda is dangerous, of how her powers killed and hurt thousands, of how she is not deserving to be called a Hero for what she had done, of how she is an offspring of the Devil and she should burn in—
The television is turned off before the sentence could be finished.
"For moment, I was beginning to think that you liked seeing angry people."
Mr Stark.
"That is, until I saw how freaked out you are." He heard the rhythmic taps of Mr Stark's footfalls drawing closer, until he heard the scraping of metallic chair legs on the floor and the soft thump as Mr Stark flops into the seat.
"Freaked out," Vision says slowly. He does not exactly understand the term well (it has only been a year, and he is still trying to come into full understanding of the Mind Stone and all the humane characteristics it seems to have), but he does admit that he feels somewhat ... 'freaked out', although, he can also detect a much more stronger emotion intermingled with it. He just can't pinpoint what that certain emotion is. It's quite strange. "How so, Mr Stark?"
He looks as the Iron Man coughs, and settles deeper into the chair. "Well, for starters, your hand is hell-bent on breaking that spoon—"
He shifts his gaze into his hands, and well, Mr Stark isn't lying when he said he was about to break the silverware, a puddle of milk and scattered honey-glazed bits of food on the table. What a mess. He eases his hold, and places it back into the bowl.
"—and, this was the first time you've looked at me, and not at the TV, frozen," Tony says, eyebrows scrunched, "Weird, it's like you saw a ghost or something. Wait, do you even believe in ghosts? Dumb, question, I know. New one: are ghosts real? Since you have that Gem of Knowledge on your head, I'm guessing you'd know the answer to that. That's just a guess though. But, seriously, if ghosts are real, tell me, 'cause there's this dead couple who got in an accident, hmm, well, twenty-four years ago, and I need to tell the lady ghost something—for a friend of mine. And, I've got a bone to pick with the guy ghost."
He couldn't talk—he is having a hard time in registering the rant, and it feels so strange not being able to have an understanding of what had just been told to him.
"But, you could answer me that later," Tony starts once again, and when Vision looks at the Iron Man, there is a particular look in his eyes that makes him look like a concerned father. Quite ... strange. "I'm more worried about you eating those at this hour. Who told you that it's fine to eat Cheerios at eleven o'clock? No, don't tell me. It was Sam, isn't it? That birdbrain."
Vision tilts his head to the side. "I ... do not think it matters what time we could eat such food as this. There had been no specifics on the box, and I have, at many occasions, found Captain Rogers and Mr Rhodes eat it at a much later time." But, then, he had not really checked the box thoroughly, and might have a caution to how many times, on when and how to eat it. Almost all human food has at least one rule to it.
...
Oh, dear.
"Mr Stark, is it right for me to uhh ...?" He gestures to the bowl of probably soggy flakes. Tony arches an eyebrow, before sighing. There is a deepness in his eyes again and in the lines set in his skin, and Vision just stares because, somehow, an image of a man—lost in the programmes and files of what he realizes as JARVIS—emerges.
Slightly graying hair. Vision remembers how he dyes it at least every month.
Angled jaws, chiselled nose. Vision remembers how he loves saying that he's "frustratingly handsome".
Thick eyebrows. Vision remembers how soft the eyes are as he gazes at his son.
Stark. Howard Stark.
Vision remembers, yet also not.
A sound brought him back to Tony, whose mouth is sealed in a thinking line. "You're distracted," he points out, and runs a hand through his face, "I didn't know you can get distracted."
'Neither did I,' Vision thinks.
"As for you eating that anytime is fine, I was just trying to mess with you. But, apparently, I messed you up a little too much," Tony says. A pause. "It wasn't about the food, was it? Nor was it about the whole ghost thing, I could tell. So, what is it?"
Vision hesitates, and gathers the words he need.
"Is ... Are you afraid of Wanda, Mr Stark?" A sharp intake of breath, and Vision wonders if he should have worded it out a little. "A lot of people seem to be angry at her, but I assume their fear has more play in it, so I was just wondering if you are afraid of her. You do seem a bit tense around her."
Tony shifts in his seat, and props his elbows on the table, chin on a fisted hand. "I'm not afraid of her, really, just still slightly angry. After all, mind-control is not cool, and she made Brucey go entirely Hulk. But, she has potential, and I'd rather she be an Avenger than someone who's against us. So, yeah, I'm not scared of her. But, I am scared—scared that her powers may haywire and do much much more destruction."
"She won't," Vision tells him with no hesitancy. Why would he be hesitant when he knows that she would never do such a thing?
Tony nods. "I know she won't, but she's not 'in tune' with her powers yet, is she?"
"Well, she's trying ..."
"And, I'm glad, but trying is not enough," Tony shakes his head. Vision stays silent, because he knows that Tony is right. And, sadly so. "Look, I'm not saying that it's only Wanda, okay? All Avengers have fucked up at least once or twice, and people are scared we might fuck up again. And, that's why I'm here, to tell everyone that we could prevent that from ever happening. No more unwanted casualties, no more hurting innocent people. But, I need to speak with all of you—Steve, especially. Speaking of Cap, kindly tell him I'm here. I'm pretty sure he's too busy being a good patriotic citizen of America somewhere in this compound."
Vision looks at Tony again, and he doesn't know what emotion he is currently feeling. There is a blossoming in his chest, a weight lifted from his shoulders and a tingling in his limbs. All these sensations would usually fascinate and worry him, but, at this moment, he does not care.
There is a chance people would finally see Wanda—the real Wanda, and not the Wanda everyone else thinks she is.
And, that's all that matters.
a/n: soooo, this took longer than expected . i was toying with an idea for a romanogers fic and got distracted, sorry. also reason for lateness is my laziness, sorrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyy haha. and due to both, this chapter is a little topsy-turvy and I'm not even sure how it ended this when it was at first, not supposed to end this way ugh -_- I'll revise this later on, sorry, and might take away a lot of parts of it (although I do like the little TonyVision interaction sooo also there was supposed to be Vision's reply before the ending but I was already okay with the ending right there. I'll do a little bonus on the hopefully-soon revision of this then hahahah ... so I guess I won't take a lot of parts after all) also yea I couldn't decide what to call Tony, so I threw in Mr Stark, Iron Man and Tony sorry if that confusing .
Whoo, long note.
I LOVE YOU GUYS! I didn't think a lot would appreciate this since well, it's not even that written well but oh guys thank you so so much! (that's really all I can say because wow, I'm not used to this and I'm just so happy)
(also I probably should've said this at first chap. the whole story's theme song is 5AM by Amber Run, thus the title which is a phrase of the song. Amber Run is just perfect for Scarlet Vision so if you're planning to write a fic about them, try listening to some of their songs :3)