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[heavensbeehalls]

fic: i hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this)

[a self-indulgent fake-dating au]

‘Hi! I’m Wanda Maximoff, I’m twenty-seven, and I love nothing more at the weekend than causing drama by going to weddings with someone who wouldn’t normally have a date. But really, I like weddings, and I know how much it sucks to go to a day that’s all about love alone. So, for a low price, I’ll go on your arm and we can make up a story about how we met on the Uber over. Very willing to cause as many family arguments as you want!

Open to creative suggestions for stirring up havoc! Send me a PM for rates :)’

Vision folds himself down into the armchair, casting a cursory glance at the game Sam is playing, some sort of shooter, and says, “Well, it finally happened.”

“Gonna need to be more specific than that, big guy,” Sam says without even looking up. “You finally stopped being a perfectionist about your end-of-semester project? You finally stopped hiding behind shelves in the library when you see your ex? Nebs finally asked Mantis out on a date before we all die and our cause of death is listed as useless lesbians?”

“None of the above,” Vision says, and tosses a cream envelope down onto the table. Sam straightens up, pauses the game, and casts him a sympathetic look as he says, “My dad’s getting married.”

“Gossip blogs will be seething that I learned that before they did,” Sam says, and sets his controller aside to move over and set a sympathetic hand on Vision’s shoulder. “You okay?”

“I thought he wanted to take me for lunch to catch up,” he says quietly, Sam squeezing his shoulder at his deadened voice. “We haven’t seen each other in almost a year. But he just got very quiet and blurted out that he asked Pepper while they were in Tokyo for business last month.”

“So is that a save the date?” Sam asks, and Vision nods wordlessly. “When’s the shindig?”

“Six months,” Vision says. “He…he asked if I wanted to be a groomsman.”

“Do you?”

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Post Hoc - Chapter 3

An “And they were research collaborators” AU

Chapter Title: Methodology, Part 1

Chapter summary: Wanda and Vision go out on an uncomfortable “date” to start crafting their study materials.

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The reflection in the window frowns at Wanda, her hands instinctively reaching to fluff her hair. “How hideous is it?”

Natasha’s arms are folded, the hard stare of scrutiny reflected against the dark background of the subway tunnel. “It’s different.” Which means it’s hideous. Every dream and wistful thought Wanda had about being a redhead involved a mysterious, sultry crimson tone. The reality is that she looks more like a carrot than a siren. “Seems appropriate for how outlandish this whole thing is.” Another truth. Luckily it’s only temporary insofar that eventually her hair will grow back and since she can barely recognize herself, it serves its purpose. “I did suggest a wig.”

“I know.” An option that might have been better, but the idea of dealing with it for any event where pictures might happen was overwhelming. 

Natasha checks her watch, a carefully controlled sigh reiterating her reluctant lateness. It’s a mismatch in priorities they’ve struggled with since Wanda moved for this job and answered the roommate wanted ad on the Marvel Institute’s listserv. Somehow Nat is always ready twenty minutes before they have to leave, moseying purposefully and judgmentally around their apartment until Wanda is ready. Tonight she kept repeating get dressed like a broken record. “You know Sam is sometimes late.” Unless it is for nacho night or a run or work, which Wanda won’t acknowledge out loud. 

“But Vision isn’t.” A trait Wanda can’t attest to so she’ll have to trust Nat. “Seriously. We used to compete to see who could be the earliest.”

That’s…not something she would expect from him, Natasha, yes, she will and does make anything into a competition, a large factor in her standing in her academic field, but Vision seems so calm about everything. Wanda dismisses the information while rearranging her hair again, “Sam’s pretty convincing if he wants to be late.”

“He’s not that convincing.” The rebuttal shifts with the jerking stop of the subway, Wanda instinctively reaching out for the pole to steady herself while Natasha remains perfectly still. The doors open and a small wave accompanies Nat’s, “Let’s go.”

The plan for the evening isn’t entirely clear to Wanda, and the breakneck pace they’re walking doesn’t give her a chance to ask what’s going on. All she knows is two days ago Vision popped into her lab to inform her that he had been brainstorming ideas with Natasha over breakfast (something Wanda is never awake early enough for) and they thought of a decent “date” that would allow for “perception of intimacy while never requiring actual physical closeness.” A concern she had hashed out with him four days prior when they began to, in earnest, discuss what it meant for them to be the couple in their study. It was a long and fairly entertaining meeting, complete with a venn diagram of behaviors that are exclusively friendly, exclusively romantic, or flirt between the two - like a hand to the upper back or an arm slung around the shoulders. Every single aspect of their fake personas had to be ironed out, from their names to their clothes, their jobs and their hobbies, Vision insisted they have a firm grasp of who these characters are so that it can help to “relinquish the hold of the psychological confusion their dissonant actions will be causing them.” Whatever that means. 

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Post Hoc- Ch. 2

An “And They Were Research Collaborators!” AU

Chapter 2: Design Overview

Summary: Wanda and Vision map out how they will approach their collaboration.

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Note: IRB = Institutional Review Board. They review all studies that involve human participants to make sure they are ethical before collecting data.

Wanda stares at the empty pan behind the steamed tilapia sign and sighs, shuffling to the left and scooping what is supposedly a vegetable stew into her to-go box. This setback is par for her day, one filled with a series of disappointing if nots. Like if not for waking up late she would have packed her lunch and if not for Nat having a meeting and Sam working in the field she wouldn’t be alone for lunch. Then, if not for needing to work on her grant, which has to be sent to the grant development office for revisions and suggestions by the end of the week, she’d have gone out to get some fresh air and better food.  

Really she can go even further than today. If not for her first yearly review she wouldn’t be scrambling to put something together right now. And, if not for spending her first year on joining Reed’s team to apply for that multimillion dollar quantum loop grant he just secured, she would have already applied for her own funding. But she didn’t and that’s why even though she was applauded for her cooperative research with the other physicists, she was also informed, in very professional and not technically threatening words, that at such a highly regarded institution it wasn’t good enough to always be a co-author or secondary investigator. 

Wanda breathes in and tries to ignore the abyss of her future, which will be easier to do with a brownie as a treat for when her methodology is done. 

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A Promise Broken with a Vow - Chapter 2

A Scarlet Vision Victorian AU

Chapter 2 summary: An unassuming day leads to an existential crisis for Vision, one that forces him to re-examine and redefine what he wants.

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Acrid smoke swirls with the palpable waft of grease sliding from spits into hungry flames, a mixture that envelops Vision as he walks, hands lounging in his trouser pockets. There are fifteen wagons left, comprising what appears to be three separate groupings. Each wagon looks roughly the same—knotty boards forming the base, the ends sloping up and ballooning into off-white canvas covers. It’s akin to watching a fleet of boats skim through the bay. In a way this is accurate, the prairie grass oscillating in pelagic mimicry. 

Based on what Vision has read in pamphlets and heard in saloons and trading posts, this is a popular jumping off point for the wagon trains. Gaggles of people flocking to explore the relative unknown of the territories, some in pursuit of gold, some freedom from poverty and lack of opportunity, and some because there might just be something more out there. Whatever the reason, he feels a kinship with these strangers who are so willing to shed the past and seek a new future.

What he does not feel a kinship towards is the inconsiderate messA. Carefully he sidesteps another pile of luggage, movements slow as to not step on the broken, hand painted tea cups forming a barrier around a lopsided stool. A wagon train left this morning and this is only one carcass of their lives, eight other mounds rise from the ground, each one swarming with scavengers eager to pilfer from another’s discarded life, not once seeming to wonder why the former owners left it all behind.

“Excuse me, fine gentleman?” Vision’s hips turn first, eyes remaining for a half second longer on the broken arm of a doll laying in the grass, and then his upper half follows. “Would a double-breasted water butt-smasherB like yourself fancy to know the secrets of your future?”

His right hand slides from his pocket and finds its way to tug at his earlobe. “I do not, um, think that is an apt description of my, well…” A wave of his hand over his decidedly non-athletic physique finishes the thought.

The fairly clear display seems to be willfully ignored, Wanda’s lips tightening into a pleased line. The action is accentuated by the silk headscarf she wears, the crimson and marigold beads (ones he spent many days threading onto it) framing her delight at throwing him askew. “Just get over here you fine yard-of-pump water.C “

“Wanda,” there is no one within ear shot, yet her brazen disregard for all etiquette both offends his sensibilities and also sends a spark of desire twining through his body, “please.” 

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Post Hoc

An “And They Were Research Collaborators!” AU

Inspired by this post - “we invited an eccentric billionaire to our fake wedding in the hopes of getting a free present, but then they said they would come and now we have to have an actual fake wedding for them to attend.”

Abstract

The current research seeks to marry the fields of quantum mechanics and social-cognitive psychology to present the first study of its kind to apply quantum probability to prosocial behavior. Helping behaviors of the elite one percent were tested using a novel paradigm that involved the low-impact, positively valanced behavior of gift giving for a wedding. It was hypothesized that the monetary amount of gifts provided would align with pre-determined factors of entanglement informed by the literature. The hypotheses were partially supported. The application of quantum theory to psychology is discussed as well as the unique and unexpected extraneous variables that should be included in future models.

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Chapter 1: Introduction

This room, just like all other rooms, is predictable. What at first appears a hodgepodge of chattering people quickly dissolves into order. Clusters of academics dot the rows of pleather chairs, each department banning together to save seats and gossip about who just got turned down by that one reviewer again or why Mathematics is currently not speaking with Chemistry. This in-group favoritism does not stop here, however, these smaller groupings branching into larger ones, the right side of the room, closest to the doors, are the physical scientists, and then there is an almost straight line of empty seats going from the front of the room to the back, cross over it and you reach the social scientists, similarly grouped by department, similarly chatting about successes and failures in attaining funding and how the tepid fifteen year feud between criminology and political science just heated back up with a passive aggressive email. 

Vision technically is sitting on the correct side, about two rows from the other psychologists, but he does not mind the self-ostracism since sitting in the back of the room allows him to better observe the meeting unfold into a dance of egos and sharp wit. Or so he assumes, this is his first all staff meeting with the Marvel Institute, but it is far from his first academic gathering, and people have a tendency to follow patterns. Next to him, contrary to where she should be seated based on the flow of allegiances, yet in line with some of the literature on prosocial behaviors, Natasha slouches, one foot on the back of the chair in front of her, eyes rolling at the heated story coming from the front right corner of the room. 

“Is there a special significance to the meeting today?”

She leans her head back and smiles at him, not unlike the snarl of a panther that has just happened upon a gathering a defenseless baby monkeys. “Oh yeah, people are going to be so pissed.” 

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A Promise Broken with a Vow - Chapter 1

A Scarlet Vision Victorian AU

Sequel to An Auspice of Scarlet

Overall Summary: Three months after leaving New York and the lives they knew, a series of events leads Vision to decide it is finally time to break his promise to Tony and make a new one with Wanda.

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Dear Mr. Stark,

As I write to you, we are approaching the beginning of our third month. Due to the unexpected delays, which I have dutifully outlined in my prior letters, we are currently traversing through Iowa instead of being well into Nebraska. I worry each day what else will go wrong and how detrimental it will be to our timeline. A week ago we discovered the Lyons-Council Bluff lineA, so heavily touted by the inhabitants of the prairie towns, does not actually exist yet. The stakes have been laid to mark its path, but going forward it appears as if the railroad is no longer a viable transport method. A thought that, for a time, was unfathomable. We rested for two days in Iowa City, long enough to map out a plan, purchase extra horses to haul the railcar over the rougher terrain, and I was able to find enough materials to reinforce the wheels so that we will not repeat the crisis in Springfield when the tracks uprooted. 

The line of the d juts up with a violent shake of the car, no doubt due to a rock in the ground. Vision instinctively glances down towards Wanda, whose slumber is somehow unperturbed by the latest turbulence. He does, very gently, inch her head back up his thigh and tilt her shoulder several degrees so she does not roll off the seat when this inevitably happens again. Next he looks to Helen, who shares a commiserate, exasperated head shake, Amadeus’ driving skills are the least refined of the four of them, but the nonstop nature of their schedule means he still is in the rotation, even if he discovers more bumps in the road than is statistically likely to happen by chance. 

Vision returns to his letter, frowning at the assault of jagged ink on his otherwise pristine words (truthfully any writing in a moving vehicle is less than pristine, but he has become admirably skilled at it over the months). The intention is to spend up to two nights in Council Bluffs for planning the next leg of their journey and a reprieve from sleeping on the ground or in these seats, and also, fortuitously, a chance for him to rewrite his letter in a stationary setting. For now he keeps going, never sure how much depth to give or even if the letters ever make it to Tony. 

For a time we did discuss rerouting to the south and taking the path through Nicaragua that Dr. Cho and Mr. Cho

He pauses, wracking his memory on whether or not he has shared with Tony the surprising truth of the familial connection between Helen and her traveling companion. Of course he may never have mentioned it because, according to etiquette, gossip such as that is not meant to be shared via ink and parchment, even if Helen would not mind. Perhaps it is best to remain socially adroit despite the lack of refinement around them. Principles do matter regardless of environment.

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[heavensbeehalls]

Rewrite An Ending Or Two (1/7)

An Endgame fix-it fic for @visionmcu

“I found out I was pregnant.” Sam’s face softens into a smile, and she feels the shadow of one cross her own face, rubbing a small circle over her belly. “And I…I don’t know. I can’t explain it. I was…devastated. That he won’t get to see them. That they’ll spend their entire lives with nothing of their father but photographs and stories. But I…I’m happy.”

Wanda is resurrected from the snap to discover that she’s pregnant with Vision’s twins. Her life must change completely for the sake of the future of her family. Everything changes - and all she wants is Vision back.

Everything red and orange and pain and screaming. Everything terrible and hopeless and wishing for oblivion. Everything memories.

“Wanda?”

She jerks upright, veiled in the cold sweat of fear, and turns to Vision next to her, his eyes soft and his hand laid gently over her arm. Even in the gloom, his face is filled with concern, and she curls closer to him, a kiss brushed to her temple. His voice warm and sweet in her ear, the quiet question. “Another nightmare?”

“The same one as always,” she says, and he winces, holding her gently closer. “I hate it. Why does my head do it to me?”

“You know it’s just a nightmare,” he says, holding her closer. “You could never hurt me.” And she breathes out slowly, trying to relax, and lets him hold her. Glances at the ring on her hand, the dark metal that matches the ring on his, rests her head against her husband’s shoulder and waits for the calm to settle over her in a soothing veil.

She starts when the splintered sound of a cry crackles into life on the baby monitor, and feels Vision chuckle slightly. “I’ll get them,” he says, kissing her cheek and straightening his twisted shirt as he climbs out of bed, sliding his feet into his slippers and padding out of the room.

Straightening up in bed, tugging her fingers through the tangles of her hair, she feels true warmth bloom bright through her chest when Vision nudges the door open with his foot, and she smiles at their son blinking sleepily at her, tiny face red and shiny with tears. “Try as I might, I can’t carry both of them at once,” he says, and she smiles, holding out her arms to cradle their son, shushing his quiet whimpers. “Do you want me to heat up bottles?”

“No, it’s okay, just throw me the nursing pillow,” she says, and he nods, tugging the pillow out from under the bed and leaving again while she wraps it carefully around herself, manoeuvring their baby into the correct position.

When Vision returns, he fusses with her pillows to prop her up better, helping her adjust herself to hold both babies and sitting next to her on the bed, affection clear in his eyes watching her with their sons. Gently stroking two fingers over their downy hair, and she smiles softly, a tremor of tears at the corners of her mouth. She’s so lucky to have this, to have gotten all this, her husband and their home and their sons.

“I love you.”

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fic: the sun is too bright for me (but your smile is brighter)

he’s imagined how he’ll tell people this story. ‘i grabbed her scarf when it blew out of her hands in the wind’ said in a dreamy voice. absolutely no mention of the vampire reflexes that allowed him to do that | scarletvision au: vision is a vampire trying very hard to pretend to be human for the sake of his new girlfriend. don’t ask him why he doesn’t want her to know

He tugs anxiously at the tight collar of his turtleneck, wondering whether he should drop down to an even lighter shade of blue. Maybe this rich colour is too much of a contrast to his pallor, maybe it shows that his eyes shine a brighter colour than they should, maybe it means that this magical woman will take one look at him and realise that he wears high necklines to hide the two distinct round scars on his neck.

Vision forces himself to step away from his wardrobe, smoothing his sweater down with anxious fingers. She won’t know. She has no reason to suspect that he’s a vampire, that there are bright white marks on his neck showing where the venom flowed into his blood and changed him that late fateful night. He isn’t like those who lean heavily into this part of their identity, dressed all in black with silk-lined capes around their shoulders, haunting the vampire bars and living in apartments filled with expensive furniture and black marble.

He lives as a normal twenty-seven year old, in a cosy apartment decorated in pops of warm yellow, attending night classes for his third degree and holding down a job as a copy-editor. He speaks French, Italian and Sokovian, he knits and crochets and paints, he plays violin and piano and all of those are accomplishments he’s sure anyone who puts their mind to it would have achieved at twenty-seven. It just happens that he was bitten and made into a vampire in the seventies, and has been aging at a snail’s pace ever since. It allows for plenty of time to master the skills of a child prodigy.

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Wake Me Up Inside

Title: Wake Me Up Inside

Rating: T

Word count: 6151

Warnings: Brief mentions of pregnancy complications/stillbirth/maternal death and violent deaths, slight non-consensual touching.

Summary: Wanda has spent most of her life dreading Halloween. Every year strange visions and dreams haunt her sleep and follow her throughout the next year. She does everything she could to travel far away, but her tenth high school reunion brings her home. While celebrating with her friends later that night, a harmless adventure leads to a frantic chase through the woods and a meeting that will change her understanding of the world forever.

A/N: Title is from “Bring Me to Life” by Evanescence.  

A little late, but I finished. I did not have as much time to tweak and edit as I usually try to, but it is done.

This story has been a long time coming. Last year when I was drafting my Halloween story, “Dreaming in Red,” I came up with like seven or eight versions that I couldn’t get to come together. I saved all those fragments because I never get rid of any files. I would return to them periodically without any inspiration. About a week ago, something finally clicked with this version, and I was able to finish. My initial plan for this year was to write a direct sequel to Dreaming in Red, but this happened instead. There may be some overlap with it, but not too much. I hope you enjoy.

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Modern/No Powers AU – Wanda and Vision meet somewhere and have a one night stand. They have no contact information for each other. They try to find each other afterward, but to no avail. Wanda soon discovers that she’s pregnant. Ten-thirteen years later, Wanda is a single mother raising the twins when she runs into Vision again. They start to talk, become friends, fall in love, and Vision has to adapt to parenthood.

[heavensbeehalls]

fic: take me out and take me home

a ‘you see everything in black and white until you meet your soulmate’ au. posted here at ao3 | mostly canon compliant except vision was resurrected for endgame

Vision has always seen in colour.

Even before he came to consciousness, when he was a stone and a body and a floating intelligence searching for an anchor, there was colour. It was shadow and light, and he understood it, processed each shade with his new mind. He knew the strange blinking lights in Stark Tower, mind telling him they were named red and blue and green, and he looked at the colours of the people. The red of the scarf tangled around Ms. Maximoff’s neck and shoulders, the different red of the jacket she wore later, and the green of her eyes when they found his in the falling train.

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Love Me Again - Wanda x Vision

Vision was rebuilt. He and Wanda were getting to know each other again, living under the radar in a home in the suburbs of New York. To Wanda, it was nice seeing Vision alive again but it was also curious. Curious because he remembers everything but something...

Well, something just didn’t seem quite right.

He didn’t seem quite the same. Wanda tried to forget this but it was like him emotions... his capacity to love... like it wasn’t the same. Moving to the suburbs was a new experience for the pair, living like they were completely ordinary and not a phasing android and a powerful witch.

A few weeks had passed and things had almost returned to normal and Wanda and Vision were sat at opposite ends of the settee in their living room. One reading the newspaper and the other playing with the gramophone next to it. Choosing one song, Wanda glanced round and towards Viz, giving a small smile. Standing up, the red-haired witch started to go over to the currently-human-in-form synthezoid and held his hand, pulling him gently up from the settee, forcing him to put the newspaper down.

Placing his hands against her waist, she placed her arms around his neck and the two started to sway, with Wanda leading, to the rhythm of the music. As the music progressed, the pair got more comfortable and the redhead even went so far as to lean her head gently against the synthezoid’s shoulder. Taken by surprise, Vision smiled slightly and leaned his head gently towards hers, making contact, as they swayed to the music.

As the music quietened to a stop, a mumble could be heard from the shorter woman. “I’m so happy that you’re back...” she would say, giving a small smile, as she gently lifted her head to look at him. The human face of the man smiled back, “It’s good to be back,” he replied, softly, leaning towards her slightly, resting his lips to hers, kissing her gently.

[artemisegeria]

Scarlet Vision Dating Site AU

A/N: Inspired by this list of AU prompts for the: “I signed up for a dating website to get my mom off my back” au.

Human/No powers AU

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Five Times Vision Saved Wanda and One Time She Saved Him

A/N: Inspired by @mximoffromanoff’s prompt for someone to write a fic where Wanda was a civilian that Vision saved during the Battle of Sokovia and fic based on that prompt. Also, numerous other liberties taken with canon, and everyone survives Endgame. This grew way longer than I initially intended (now at about 5K words).

Warnings: some language and innuendo, dehumanizing language used against Vision (which is roundly criticized)

Summary: Vision and Wanda save each other in ways big and small.

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[heavensbeehalls]

fic: see everything in a different light

AU: Vision is Nathaniel Barton’s preschool teacher. Wanda picks him up from school one day and develops a huge crush.

“Come on, Wanda, you know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”

Shuffling her phone awkwardly into the crook of her neck to thoroughly shove the bulk of her guitar case into the back seat, Wanda sweeps a strand of hair behind her ear and says, “I just had a really long morning in the studio, we’re dealing with so many commissions right now…I thought Nat was supposed to be back by now.”

“Her flight was delayed, she won’t be back until late and then she’s seeing Bruce,” Clint says, with all the frazzled tone of a father of three. She’s going to say yes, of course. But it’s fun to wind him up first. “Laura’s at work, I’ve gotta drive Lila to her archery competition and be a supportive dad and Cooper has rehearsals. Please, Wanda.”

“So I’m really the very last person you’d ask?” she asks in a faux-wounded voice, and hears Clint sigh. “Okay, okay, sorry for winding you up. Of course I’ll go pick Nate up. He’s my favourite little guy who isn’t my godchild because you didn’t think of me.”

“Are you going to hold that against me forever?” Clint asks, and she grins into the phone, slamming the door on the collection of belongings in the back of her car.

“Only until he’s eighteen,” she says, and Clint sighs loudly. “Okay, I’m on my way to collect him. What should I do with him until Laura gets home?”

“Give him some snacks, let Lucky out for a run, he’ll probably chase him around for a while,” Clint says. “Laura should be home by six, but if she’s not then there’s fishfingers or macaroni.” She hears scuffling on his end of the line and then, “Okay, I gotta go, Lila’s about to compete. Thank you!”

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Siren AU

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Are y'all ready to slurp this thing out?

[heavensbeehalls]

fic: not what you intended

au: superhero vision rescues civilian wanda during the battle of sokovia | cw: character death (it’s pietro) | because i wrote this post and no one wrote the fic so i’ll do it myself

“The helicarriers need to leave,” comes Captain Rogers’ solemn voice through the intercom, and Vision looks away briefly from the streets, layered with the broken Ultron bots. From ruminating on whether they are aware of having died, or if it simply felt like being shut down. Returning to his duties as an Avenger. “Everyone on a final sweep for civilians. I’m not leaving until we know we did all we could.”

“And if we find bodies?” Colonel Rhodes’ question sweeps a shiver of silence over the comms, sharp intakes of breath whooshing in Vision’s ears.

“Be discreet, but get bodies to the helicarriers too,” Captain Rogers says, voice even lower, slower, more solemn. Resigned. “These people deserve to mourn if we find their families.”

His teammates call out over the comms where they are, where they’ll be looking, and Vision moves away from the streets they say, mind mapping out the immediate area. Every door unopened is one that someone could be hiding behind, every fallen chunk of rock might be hiding a terrified civilian, and he searches every nook and cranny for any other survivors. If it’s hopeless, and this country must die, they should at least have the decency to let the people escape Sokovia’s doom, to make a new home somewhere else.

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