@scarletwiitching
It was an odd thing — to experience life simultaneously through two bodies at once. Though he’d resided in each, separately, he remembered them both at the very moments in which they’d existed. Even before the hex, it seemed the vision had spent much of his brief existence trying to discern what exactly he was… of course, seeking such answers in of itself was one of the most human things he could do. Still...humanity had somehow always felt...just out of reach.
He felt, he loved, he lost—he’d died. But, he didn’t bleed. His children were his but not biologically. Even if he did love them. He was as alive and as conscious as the next person, but he was also machine and wires—data and harddrives. And so it made sense that his death had merely spun opportunity for rebirth...and with it, he’d begun to shed his concerns of what he was, rather, begun to accept that he was an anomaly. He’d been freed upon a blade of realization— his existence might never feel understood. For the only other being that had ever existed like him was himself. Even ultron had been blinded by a directive, his consciousness had limits it could not stretch beyond in his feeble ability to understand human existence, let alone their experience. Vision was something else entirely. He was both man and machine. Heart and vibranium — for if the muscle itself existed in some of the most vile men on the planet, it did not make one inherently good.
Vision stared down upon the building she’d chosen to live in. While he’d miss their place in Westview, they could build a home anywhere—it wasn’t the house, it was the people. Still, he was hesitant. He’d spent several days processing all of the data—he still wasn’t sure what happened, how he remembered their moments in Westview and their past, every beautifully bruised bit of it. Or how the remnants of his body had been carefully wired back together, housing the same vision as it had before—and a new one. He’d already removed the bits of directive that hayward had instilled to target his wife and family, but vision still worried that it might come back.
Gently touching the mind stone crested upon his head, he was reminded of it’s cosmic energy as it pulsed with life beneath his finger tip, opposed to the void that had been the digital piece installed by S.W.O.R.D. This action alone brought comfort when he suddenly recalled ghostly hands he didn’t recognize as his own threatening to crush wanda’s skull. — Vision dropped his touch, instinctively curling his fingers into a fist as if to remind himself they were empty. No. What S.W.O.R.D. had done to him was made undone, by the very stone in his head. This he was sure. otherwise….otherwise he’d never risk it. never risk her.
Gradually, he drifted forward, phasing between the brick and the drywall before he emerged in the kitchen. His feet gently touched down on the tile floor, golden cloak brushing across the backs of his ankles. He smoothed a red hand over the island countertop when he heard something from another room—he followed the sound until strawberry curls came into view. and if a synthezoid had a heart, his began to flutter. “It would seem not all was lost, after all.” he started, trying to find the words to fill the gaps in the air between them. “Hello, again.” he finished softly.
