So this took some time to write but I finally got it done, this was a request from my Wattpad but I finally got it done. So if you haven’t seen WandaVision there might be some spoilers but not really a whole lot. Now I imagine this fic to take place during the 1980s era of the show so I hope you all enjoy this little fic until the next time :)
Warnings: swearing, hit and run by car, fluff and some angst.
It was once again a bright sunny day and I was riding my bike back home after just getting done with school for the day. It was a long hard day and I just couldn’t wait to get back home. As I passed through the town, people would wave at me and I would wave or greet them with a nod, till finally I arrived at my neighborhood.
I rode my bike up the yard and skillfully hopped off my bike before parking it right into the garage.
“Afternoon little neighbor!” I turned and saw Herb trimming his hedges.
“Hello Mr. Herb. Still trimming those hedges?” truthfully he was in that exact same position as this morning, so to see him still at the hedges seemed a little off to me.
“Yeah, stubborn chainsaw was whacking out on me.” I nodded then soon enough my other neighbor Mrs. Agnes came up on her bike.
“Well, well, well, well if it isn’t the little sweet mini-diva herself!” she praised me.
“Hi Mrs. Agnes.”
“Oh sweetheart you know better than that. We’re practically family right now so call me Auntie Agnes, especially now with those twin brothers of yours.”
“Right, yeah the twins. They sure have been a handful these days lately.” I replied.
“I’ll bet. Like the other day I was on my way to my jazzercise class when I couldn’t help but hear that your brothers were on a sleeping strike.” She said as she waved her hand in a ‘tell me about it’ motion. “Well I better get on home before old Ralph decided to tip his beer over the couch again. Catch yah on the flip side kiddo!” she gave me a wink before prancing off back to her home.
I entered through the backdoor of the kitchen and exclaimed out.
“Mom I’m home!”
“Oh honey thank goodness you’re back from school. Listen I need to run to the store and get some new clothes for the boys could you look after them till your father gets back.”
“Yeah but uhh mom don’t you think the boys have enough clothes already?”
“Well you see honey your brothers they well…..”
“Sissy! Sissy!” I was then tackled by two five year old twin boys. They hugged and kissed me all over my face and I turned to mom.
“Mom…..”
“They grow up so fast. I promise I won’t be long just a quick hop, skip and jump. You’ll do great sweetheart I love you chiao!” and with that she immediately left the house leaving me alone with my now little 5 year old twin brothers.
“Okay so Billy, Tommy, what do you guys wanna do before mom comes back?”
“I want to play with squirt guns!” exclaimed Tommy.
“I wanna watch TV!” Billy cried out.
“Okay, okay how about this. Since it’s probably a bad idea to use the squirt guns, especially around mom. How about we watch TV. I think Sesame street is on.”
“That’s shows for babies!” Tommy whined.
“We wanna watch Transformers!” the twins chanted in unison.
“Okay, okay. Transformers it is.” They cheered as we all gathered around the Television and soon the opening theme for Transformers came on. They boys sang along to it, even though just the other day they were just born.
As we watched it, I kept hearing this other voice calling out to me from the Television. As Optimus Prime was talking, I could swear I heard someone speaking over his dialogue.
‘(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Remember your mission (Y/n)! (Y/n).’
“(Y/n)!” mom’s voice rang out from the front door. She looked at me with concern on her face. “You okay sweetie? You seemed a bit out of it. The boys were starting to get worried cause they couldn’t get you to respond.”
“Huh? Oh that I uhh……I guess I was a little tired from school is all.”
“You sure?”
“Pretty sure mom.” I gave her a smile but she was still skeptical.
“Honeys I’m home!” dad’s voice soon rang out.
“Hey honey.”
“Hi dad.” Both mom and I chorused out together.
“How was work?” mom asked.
“Oh you know, long hours, but steady paycheck. But enough about me, how were your days? Especially yours (Y/n), how did that Math test go?” I went silent.
“(Y/n). Don’t tell me you failed, your father spent all weekend studying with you.” Mom chastised me. But I smirked and said.
“I got an A!” mom clapped and dad came over and embraced me tightly.
“Oh that’s my girl!” he praised me.
“But you know what that means, right dad?” I told him. Dad looked at me confused and pondered.
“Uhh what exactly was it again?”
“Now papa you know our deal. I ace the math test, you would come with me to the Father-Daughter dance at school. I’ve begged you time and again to come with me.”
“Oh right that. Now are you sure you don’t mind your old man embarrassing you with my ancient dinosaur moves?”
“By your dancing? Yes. You coming to the dance? No. C’mon dad, I’m practically a teenager now soon enough I’ll be out of the nest and going off to high school, then college then before you know it I’ll meet a boy and—”
“Alright, alright think I’ll stop you right there missy. No boys till you’re at least 50.”
“Dad!”
“Too late for that, since she thinks Tony Rydinger from Algebra is soo cute!” Billy teased. I glared at my little brother and hissed at him.
“Shut up!”
“Well you do!”
“I said shut up yah little insect!” I growled threateningly.
“Do not shout at each other. Otherwise I’ll revoke your dance privilege young lady.” Mom warned me. I gapped at her before she gave me her challenging eye. It’s where she raises her brow at me and her eyes grow wide, as she stares down at me daring me to challenge her.
“Yes ma’am.” I surrendered with a sigh.
“Alright now that that’s handled, everyone go wash up so that you all can help me with dinner.” We all nodded and proceeded upstairs to wash up before helping mom with dinner before finally eating together as a family.
I was currently doing homework up in my room with my stereo playing Queen’s latest record “The works”. I always found that listening to music really does make me focus a lot more on my homework than the complete silence.
But it was when I was listening to my fav. Song on the album “Hammer to fall” that I heard that same voice from the television earlier telling me.
‘Your mission (Y/n)! Don’t forget your mission!’ I turned to my stereo and slowly walked up towards it. The song kept frizzing up as the voice tried to override the actual song. Just who was it that was trying to contact me? How did they even know my name?
Suddenly out of nowhere my stereo just exploded and I jumped back screaming and immediately mom came in asking me if I was okay. All the while hovering over me checking me out frantically.
“Yeah, yeah mom my uhh—stereo just….I don’t even know how it happened but it just exploded out of nowhere.” She turned to my stereo and using her magic she fixed it up for me.
“That’s odd. You didn’t happen to accidentally pour your water over it did you?”
“No, besides how could I when my water is still by my desk?” she looked over to see my bottle water on my writing desk where I normally do my homework at. “Hey mom?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I—can I ask you something?”
“Sure sweetheart. You know you can ask me anything, come on let’s sit on your bed.” She guided me over to the bed and I sat down on her left side as she wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “Now, what is it you want to tell me?”
“Well…….it’s just that…..today’s been a bit—strange.”
“You mean with the boys? I know it came as quite a shock to your father and I as well. We don’t even know how they managed to do it but they—”
“I’m not talking about Billy and Tommy mom.”
“Oh.” She paused. “Did—did something happen at school?”
“Well no. But something did happen while you were away at the store.” She nodded for me to continue. “While the boys and I were watching TV, I……” I tried to phrase this next part carefully without sounding like I should be in the nuthouse. “I heard…….a voice.”
“A voice?”
“Yeah. But it wasn’t the tv. It……it sounded like they were trying to call me. Telling me something about a—mission or something.” Mom sat there frozen. Her eyes wide and she looked tensed. “And again just now with my stereo I heard the same voice again. Mom I….I’m scared what’s going on? How did they know my name? What’s—”
Next thing I knew, I was standing right by my broken stereo and my door opened up and I saw mom rushing into my room.
“(Y/n), baby you okay what happened?” she asked me as she looked over me frantically. Wait a second, didn’t this already happened? Or was it just a dream? Did I fall asleep on my desk again? “(Y/n)?”
“What?”
“I asked if you were alright. I heard you scream and I thought something bad happened to you.”
“Oh no my umm….stereo just broke.” She turned to it to see it smoking up. Using her magic she fixed it right up. Okay am I crazy or did that already just happen too?
“You know, you’ve been acting a little strange today (Y/n). Is something wrong?”
“No I uhh—guess I’m just a little tired from school today, plus the stress of the father-daughter dance. I mean…..I don’t even know what I’m going to wear.”
“Well that’s another reason why I’ve come up here. Agnes invited us over to her place to help make a dress for your dance.”
“Really? She didn’t have to do that.”
“Oh you know your aunt Agnes. She insists on wanting to be involved in our lives. Plus it’ll give us a little girls day away from your father and the boys. I missed having us time together.” She wrapped her arm around me bringing me into a one armed hug.
“Yeah. I’ve missed it too mom.” I hugged her back and we stayed that way for a little while longer.
The next day, Saturday morning. After eating breakfast and doing my sat. morning chores around the house, mom and I left to go over next door to aunt Agnes’ place so that she could help us design and make my dress for the father-daughter dance.
“Hey, hey, hey there’s my two favorite girls in the whole wide world! Come on in!” Agnes said as she opened the door before we could even knock or ring the doorbell. Mom and I entered inside and Agnes immediately guided me over to the kitchen where she had a notebook, some fabric, beads, and a huge sewing machine all hooked up and ready to go.
“Now you’re sure you don’t mind doing this Agnes?” mom asked.
“Shoot girl anytime I can break out the old spinning wheel I can die a happy woman. Now mini-Wanda. I’ve gone through various designs for the dress but I believe these are my top choices. Of course since this is your dress, you have the final say in what we make. But just tell me what do you think about these three options?”
She laid out the three options for the dress. One was a bright pink dress with ribbons and frills all over it. I immediately put that aside and Agnes nodded in agreement.
“Yeah I have no idea why I added so many ribbons to that, guess I got a little too carried away.” The other dress looked better than the first option. It was a ballgown style lavender dress with a crisscross pattern for the sleeves that kept the dress up. The seams on the ends of the dress were decorated in sparkles and there was a side note that the entire material for the dress was going to be pure silk.
“This is pretty.” I said.
“Oh yeah. Purple is my color after all, think I added a personal touch with that one.” I then looked over to the last one and I just immediately felt a connection with it.
The dress was in my favorite color, the bodice of the dress was decorated with beautiful star-like patterns instead of the random sparkly designs that the previous dress had. 2 spaghetti straps hugged over the junction where my neck and shoulders met each other, and it went all the way down towards my ankles.
“This is the one.” I pointed and pulled it towards Aunt Agnes. She smiled widely at me and she booped my nose as she said.
“I figured you’d choose that one. Fun auntie knows the mini-Maximoff like the back of my hand. Alright so let’s get your measurements in.” we went over to the center of the living room and she took out her tape measure and measured me while my mom took down the measurements on a notepad.
For the rest of the day it was spent with us trying to get the dress together and of course there’s no dress making without some mishaps. Like when my mom kept pricking herself with the pins when they were pinning a part of the dress up. Or when Agnes accidentally sewed up her loose sleeve to the dress, and of course hot glue gun burns on all of our parts.
In the end, we finally got the dress all ready for the dance in 2 weeks. Dad was gonna have his machine mind blown when he sees me in this dress.
It was just a couple days till the father-daughter dance at school. I was currently walking home (thanks to Billy and Tommy for ruining my bike with their powers, oh yeah also at this point they did another growth spurt so now they’re 10 years old, just 3 years younger than me now).
But as I walked home, I kept getting this sickening feeling that someone or something was watching me. I would every now and then turn around but I saw no one there. Not a person, a car, or even a stray animal. So I quickened my pace just a little bit but each time I could feel that something was getting closer and closer to me.
That’s when I felt something drop on top of my head. I exclaimed in pain as I rubbed my head and looked up at the sky but I didn’t see anything. That was until I looked down at the ground and saw what looked like a toy helicopter. I reached down and held it in my hands.
It looked like a normal toy helicopter that was red and yellow but what caught my eye was the symbol down by the tail. It looked like one of those knight swords that were used in medieval times and that sword stood within a circle.
For some reason, this symbol looked familiar to me, but where have I seen it before. Suddenly I felt this excruciating headache coming on. I gripped my head tightly as I dropped the helicopter to the ground. Flashes went in my head of various people that I’ve never seen before, the symbol that was on the helicopter, and what looked like something you’d see at Area 51.
The headache continued to grow and grow until I just let out an agonizing scream before suddenly passing out.
I was in a car, well when I saw car I really mean army truck. I wasn’t told why I was being brought here, the only thing I was told by Social services was that it had something to do with my parents. The car stopped and I was guided out of the car to see what looked like an army base.
Dozens upon dozens of tents were set up, people were running like chickens with their heads cut off. But what really drew my attention was the faintly visible barrier that was surrounding the town just ahead. It looked like something you’d see in those older tv’s from back in the day (you know when it statics up whenever a channel wouldn’t work).
“Ahh Ms. Maximoff, so glad you could make it on such short notice.” A voice said to me. I turned and saw an Asian man with an FBI jacket coming towards me.
“Well you guys really didn’t give me much of a choice, did you?” I snarked sarcastically. He chuckled before making a card magically appear in his hand.
“Agent Jimmy Woo.” He gave me his card and it was an official FBI card with his name stamped right at the center.
“I’m not in trouble or anything am I?” I asked.
“No, no. We called you here because we believe you could probably help us figure out what exactly is going on here.”
“I was told this had something to do with my parents. Now—I hadn’t seen them since the Blip, so just what could’ve possibly happened in such short notice that you suddenly rang me up?”
“Follow me, there’s someone who can explain it better than I can.” Agent Jimmy Woo escorted me to the main HQ tent and I saw dozens of monitors playing what looked like an old sitcom from the 1970s. But what shocked me was that I saw both of my parents there on the screen. My dad was fully functional and alive and my mom was pregnant?! Wait what!?
“I see we’ve finally tracked her down.” Another man’s voice spoke up. When this particular man with greying hair came forward, I already got the feeling of not liking this guy. I’ve been around enough government people to know whose good and whose not, after all it was the governments fault that the Avengers broke apart, which caused Thanos to come to Earth, successfully blip away half the population, and now they’ve made their bed and are currently sleeping on it as they’re trying to recover those that got blipped away.
“Yeah. And who the hell are you?” I snapped.
“Teenage rebellion, gotta love it. Pardon me, Director Hayward of SWORD.”
“SWORD? What is that is it like SHIELD?”
“More or less. The Sentient Weapon Observation Response Division delves into more weaponized threats than SHIELD does. We’ve also helped develop nano technology used by Tony Stark himself. So sorry for your loss.”
“Thanks but Stark and I weren’t really that close with each other. Now does someone wanna tell me what the hell is going on and why my parents are acting like the freakin Brady Bunch in a 70’s sitcom?”
“That’s why we’ve called you Ms. Maximoff.” Director Hayward said. He guided me over to a computer and showed me a video surveillance footage of my mom storming into a building. “Just nine days ago, your mother broke into SWORD headquarters and stole the Vision’s body. We believe she is also the reason for holding an entire town hostage as you can see from this billboard right here.” I looked up and saw an entire lineup of people who had both alternate names as well as their real ID’s underneath them.
Well all except for one woman who went by the name Agnes.
No. No that’s impossible. My mom would never do this willingly. There has to be another possibility as to why this is happening? Maybe someone forced her to do this. Yeah that’s got to be it.
“And how do you know for sure she’s doing this willingly?” I asked the director.
“Look. I know it may be hard to hear this. But your mother is at this point a dangerous threat. She’s even taken one of my best Agents, the daughter of the founder of our organization hostage.”
“Answer me this director. If you had lost your parents, your twin brother, the love of your life, not once but twice! Before your eyes. Only to come back five years later completely alone! How would that make you feel!?” he stayed silent as I continued to rant. “Heartbroken! Something you government people don’t seem to understand since you’re programmed like fucking robots! And in this grief maybe someone powerful got to her and manipulated my mom to do this. Promised her a better life away from that pain. All I know is that my mom would never hurt anyone intentionally!”
“Okay, alright. Why don’t we take a quick breather outside and just talk, okay?” Jimmy Woo came in and took me outside.
“Who does he think he is to judge my mom!?” I snarled.
“I get it. Hayward definitely seems to be hiding something. There’s something about this whole thing that sorta feels suspicious even to me.” I looked at him confused.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not sure quite yet. But the real reason why we brought you here is that maybe you could convince your mom to drop this barrier and come back to us. All I really care about are the people in Westview. They’re civilians and you gotta know deep down inside they don’t deserve to be treated like puppets. Even if it’s not for ill intentions.” Goddamn it why is it the one government person whose not an asshole has got to have a good heart! I debated and debated about this long and hard until I finally said to him.
“What do you want me to do?”
We walked right towards the barrier as Jimmy explained to me that just before Agent Monica Rambeau was sucked into my mom’s alternate reality, all she did was touch the barrier before she got sucked it. Maybe if this barrier was connected to my mom’s subconscious and she saw that it was me, maybe I wouldn’t get affected by this ‘sitcom reality’ as everyone else did and I could talk my mom into letting the barrier down, freeing the people of Westview.
I stood directly in front of the barrier and could actually see the static lines that the old tv’s would make (hell they might even still do that, but not as fuzzy as they used to look whenever you’d get too close to the screen). I took a deep breath in before exhaling and slowly reached my hand forward.
It took a bit of effort but I was finally able to get my hand through the barrier, or at least halfway through.
‘Mom? Mom can you hear me?’ I spoke telepathically out to her. When I was younger, back when we were in hiding from the Sokovia accords after she broke out of the Raft prison, she and I would always speak with each other telepathically whenever it was a serious talk. It was our special connection with each other, whenever she reached into my mind with her powers, it always felt inviting, warm, loving. But now all I could feel was grief, loss and pain.
Suddenly I was lurched forward and sent flying into this reality. Then from that point on—my world went black.
I woke up with a loud gasp. Oh god…….I-I remember. I remember everything! As I looked around, I had seen that I wasn’t outside nor was I in the house my mom made up for our ‘sitcom homelife’. I was actually in a hospital.
The white walls and bright lights stung my eyes. Okay just how long was I knocked out? It couldn’t be more than just a few minutes if my eyes are burning this much from this bright room.
“Oh thank goodness sweetheart, you’re awake!” mom’s voice soon rang out. I turned to my right and saw my mom now hovering over the right side of my bed while the two young boys (now knowing that they weren’t hostages, just two figured created from my mom’s powers) were asleep on the chairs.
“Mom?”
“I’m here sweetheart, I’m here.”
“Wh-what happened?”
“(Y/n). There’s—no easy way to say this but……you were hit by a car coming home from school. You’ve been in surgery for 2 days till you finally woke up today.” What?
Suddenly I was hit with an intense wave of pain. I looked down at myself to see that my right leg was in a cast all the way up to my knee, my left arm was in a sling and I could feel a few bandages on my face.
“Huh? But I—”
“I know it’s a traumatic experience. Believe me your father and I were absolutely horrified when we got the call from Agnes. You’re lucky she happened to be in the area when it happened.” It was then I began to have flashes of what my mom claimed to have happened.
I was walking and then all of a sudden I heard the screeching of tires and then I saw myself literally flipping over the black Nissan 200SX. I flipped right over the car maybe five times before rolling along the street another good 4-6 times before lying there motionless and bleeding on the curb of the sidewalk.
Brief visions of seeing Agnes standing over me trying to wake me up, a crowd of people even showing up around me. Flashes of red and blue and then seeing myself being rolled in with doctors barking out orders, trying to get me to stay awake.
But wait—that can’t be real. Cause I clearly remember what happened just before I came into this reality, so why was I being shown another thing that clearly didn’t happen but yet somehow did?
“Wh-where’s dad?”
“He went to go get me something to eat. We’ve been here since practically visiting hours opened up at 6am.”
“What time is it now?”
“1pm.” At that moment I saw dad walk in with some lunch for mom (since obviously he can’t eat anything) and when he saw me, he immediately ran up to me, placed his hand over my unbandaged cheek and said.
“Oh (Y/n) thank goodness you’re awake. How are you feeling?”
“Little achy but—alive. I’m sorry this…….”
“No, no love. You don’t have to apologize for anything.” Dad told me, emphasizing on the anything. “I’ll go get the doctor, see when we can get you discharged and take you home.” He kissed the top of my head before leaving the room. Mom holding my hand, stroking the back of it gingerly.
“I knew I should’ve just picked you up from school.” She spoke brokenly.
“Mom…….”
“If I had just simply gone with my instincts this wouldn’t have happened to you. I-I didn’t want this to happen!”
“Mom!” I stopped her rambling. She looked at me with eyes full of tears and red and puffy from the crying she must’ve done while I was unconscious. “I’m okay. Be thankful that I’m alive and awake.”
“You’re right. You’re right sweetheart. God I love you so much.” She hugged me and for the first time in 5 years (now that I was consciously aware of what was going on), I felt once again whole with my mom’s arms wrapped around me, just like she did the first time when her and Vision adopted me from the Orphanage at Edinburgh.
Shortly after that, my dad brought in a Doctor who checked my vitals and recommended that I stay overnight for observation but my mom was insistent that I go home and rest, and that her and dad could take care of me at home.
Since he had said recommended, it didn’t mean that I had to stay in the hospital. So he prescribed me some anti-biotics and pain meds to take for the next little while and told me that the cast and sling was gonna have to stay on for 4-6 weeks before it could be removed. After all that, they put me in a wheelchair and guided me to the car and we drove on home.
As promised, I was put on immediate bedrest and mom refused to leave my side as she nursed me back to health. The two young boys Tommy and Billy (at this point I don’t even know if I should consider them my brothers at this point since they’re not really real) would also come in and want to play board games with me.
I feel like they let me win in some of the games while others one of them would win on occasion. I was also given food in bed with all my favorite meals on a tray and I even got some of my favorite brownies to snack on. When it finally got dark enough, mom tucked me in, adjusted my pillow for my leg and gave me my pain meds for the night and almost immediately I was knocked out asleep.
“(Y/n). (Y/n).” I felt a hand shake my shoulder which woke me up from my sleep. Standing over me was dad.
“Dad? What is it? Everything okay?”
“Yeah. You think you can come outside with me really quick?”
“But won’t mom freak out if I’m out of bed?”
“What she won’t know, won’t hurt her.” Very carefully and slowly, he picked me up and actually flew me outside into the backyard. There I saw some candles and balloons all decorating the playground for the boys. There was also some streamers and colored lanterns that lit up and tied along the branches as well as the playground.
“Wh-what’s all this?”
“Well I know how much you were looking forward to going to the father-daughter dance. But since we missed it yesterday due to—well what happened. I figured I’d give you our own father-daughter dance.” He touched the side of my temples and my pajamas soon turned into the dress that mom and Agnes had helped make for me.
“Dad, this…….”
“Is it too much? I know sometimes I still struggle with some concepts but I hope this…..” I interrupted him by saying.
“It’s perfect. But, how am I gonna dance? I can—barely stand on this leg on my own.” That’s when dad pulled me in close to him and very slowly, he levitated us just a few inches off the ground and we were already starting to sway.
“As long as you hold onto me, I won’t let you fall my brave little lass.” I looked up at him surprised.
Only one man has ever called me that, and it was him. When they first adopted me I was so shy and barely talked to them, but then on the first night, Vision actually stayed with me in my room and just talked about his first time in a new place after he was ‘created’.
He shared with me (to the best of his knowledge and human understanding) of what potential emotions he was going through at the time, and how it was Wanda that helped ease him into being a part of the Avengers. And it was there that I actually spoke my first word to him, I told him.
“Will I be around you guys forever?” and it was then he told me with a soft, warm smile.
“So long as you want us with you. My brave little lass.” From that night on, our bond was sealed.
I looked up at my dad and hugged him around his waist and I felt him wrap his arms around me as the two of us continued to sway as we stayed levitated over the ground.
You know, thinking back being in this world has been a hell of a lot easier and calmer than the last five years of my life. I was being jumped from foster home to foster home because I would always run away from those families.
None of those families were even close to giving me the love that Wanda and Vision gave me. They either gave me sympathy for being in the foster system (again!), treated me like shit, or wanted to replace their child that got blipped away and as soon as their child was back, they’d turn me away onto the streets again.
So you know what—fuck SWORD and the FBI! If they destroy this world, then my mom would go to prison for kidnapping an entire community and be put back in that prison she was in before she met me, dad could be taken by SWORD and used as some kind of weapon, and my little brothers Tommy and Billy—well who knows what’ll happen to them.
I nuzzled my face deeper into my dad’s chest and allowed the two of us to get lost in the moment with us together.
enjoy a little vision x reader moment. half of this is a vent. this is a little angsty but is mainly hurt/comfort i think! (am i using those terms correctly help)
scratching at their neck, y/n groaned for what seemed to be the thousandth time. they moved their hands to their face, rapidly losing their composure.
“darling?” a voice called out from the metophorical darkness. soon, a hand followed, gently resting itself upon y/n’s shoulder. “what’s the matter?”
“nothing, vis. i’m just a little stressed.” y/n sighed, looking up from their hands, eyes glossy with unshed tears.
“well, then i suppose there’s nothing i can do to comfort you?” he proposed, moving to sit beside them on the couch.
“a hug would be nice.” y/n murmured.
“a what?” vision asked, amused. the synthezoid heard them, of course, but some selfish part about him had wanted to hear his partner say it themself.
“please, just hug me.”
“you’re the boss.” he joked, pulling them into a gentle embrace. y/n sighed, melting into the hug as vision rubbed small circles into their back. his hugs were so distinctly him. they weren’t warm. they weren’t firm. they were a simple reminder there was someone here who cared about you, and in the moment you needed them most, there he was. “whatever troubles you, my dear y/n, you shall overcome it. i have the upmost confidence in you.” vision whispered, a soft smile on his lips. “we’ll make it through, together.”
a soft peck was placed on his cheek before the two lovers lied down, and in that moment, that small, fleeting moment, it seemed everything might truly be okay.
february writing prompt masterlist // february prompt challenge list
Pairing: Vision x Reader
Prompt: Before sunrise
Warnings: Mental health discussion, insomnia
[Request: 14 or 26 with vision?? :OO]
A/N: I haven't seen Wanda Vision yet (I know!! I need to see it, but I want to binge it so I'm waiting until it's all out) so this will be based before that is set!!
You hadn't been sleeping well for a couple of days now. The fall out from Ultron was still fresh in your head, and although you had physically recovered, your mental state was getting more and more unstable. And, while you had been feeling like this for a while, you didn't want to share it with the others for fear of getting judged. You knew they probably wouldn't, but you weren't ready to be that vulnerable.
With a sigh, you gave up trying to sleep, and climbed out of your bed.
"You need to stop doing this to yourself," you murmur making your way onto your balcony, "You're going to fall asleep on a mission soon."
"I wouldn't recommend that," a voice says from behind you.
You jump, your heart racing at the sudden appearance of someone else. You turn around and see Vision standing there. Eventually, your heart stops racing and you return to where you were standing before Vision had startled you. The both of you had a complex relationship; while you wanted to be closer to him, you didn't particularly trust him and you found it slightly awkward to talk to him most of the time. Sometimes, he was too blunt. Then again, you could hardly blame him for not understanding the full nuance of human communication since he was technically only a few months old.
"You need to stop walking through walls, Vision," you say, looking out onto the land surrounding the Avengers compound, "It's not nice to sneak up on people."
"Apologies," Vision replies.
He is silent for a moment.
"Though, I did mean it: I don't recommend staying up for this long," Vision comments, "I wouldn't want you putting yourself in more danger."
You can't help but smile a little; you knew he probably didn't mean it like that (in a truly affectionate way), but it still helped to know that at least one person cared about you here. You had a hard time making friends. All the Avengers were so intimidating, but surprisingly Vision seemed to be the most human.
"I know. I'm trying to be better," you say to him and you genuinely mean it.
"It's okay to still be thinking about what happened with Ultron," he tells you, "I know humans can have a very hard time processing traumatic events."
"I- Thank you."
"I wish I could take your pain away," Vision replies, "May I offer you a hug or be a listening ear?"
"What?"
"Ever since I noticed you withdrawing yourself, I have been researching on how to make humans less sad. A lot of my reading concluded that having someone to listen can be helpful. Or, many humans enjoy physical affection like a hug."
"That's very... Sweet of you, Vision," you say quietly, "I... I would like a hug."
Vision gently embraces you. You close your eyes for a second before realising it is getting lighter; the sun is coming up. You're glad you were up before the sunrise to see this.
Request: robot sendoff with tony and bruce and possibly vision
Plot: You, Tony, and Bruce have your own farewell party for Oppy, the little Mars rover.
Blog Tag: @bottled-jellyfish
A/N: I’m still stupidly emotional over the end of a scientific era.
Warnings: None.
Word Count Total: 321
Short Imagine #278
Title: Farewell, Oppy
You set a round cake on the table decorated to look like Mars, then topped it off with the scale model toy designed down to the last centimeter to look like the rover. Underneath the rover’s spot were the words, “Thank you, Oppy.”
Tony threw his arm around your shoulder as you stood back to look at the cake in approval. “It’s great, Y/N.”
“Thank you. Your scale model rover is adorable.”
Bruce entered the room, too. “That’s the cake?!”
“Yes, it is.” You stood taller, proudly.
“Maybe you should be a cake decorator instead of an astrophysicist.”
You stuck your nose up in mock disdain. “I can do both, thank you very much.”
He shrugged with a smile.
“What is this little celebration about?” a voice asked from behind you and for a moment, you thought of JARVIS, but you knew it wasn’t him.
“Hi Vision, we’re doing a little memorial service for the Mars rover Opportunity.”
“I’m not sure I understand the reaction to the rover shutting down,” Vision admitted, his metal brow furrowing like yours could.
“Opportunity had a ninety-day mission and outdid itself by studying Mars for fifteen years. It’s a monumental achievement for the team, and the rover. Lots of people grew up watching the new discoveries come to light. And the way it went was sad, too, especially since many held out hope the storm wouldn’t be the end. Its last status update said it was dark and getting cold, which, to a sentimental and anthropomorphizing group, is a lonely way to go.”
“I see. So this robot was almost like a friend?”
You thought for a moment. “Yeah. It was like losing a friend for a lot of people.”
“So, if I were to die….”
“Those of us who know you would be sad, too.”
“But would you throw me a memorial party, too?”
You, Tony, and Bruce laughed and Vision slowly smiled.
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The reader and Wanda are having a sleepover and they invite Vision.
Listen, this is a scenario I wish I could actually experience, and I’m so grateful to you for thinking it up, Darling Anon. Thank you for your patience!
You’re friendly with all the Avengers
It’s an important part of being a member of the team
But being close to Vision meant that you were bound to get close to Wanda
The two of you always enjoyed talking and watching movies together and often gave each other music recommendations
You shopped together at least once a month and were constantly swapping recipes
After a few months of bonding, she had started to tell you stories of Sokovia, of Pietro and her parents
She always appreciated that you never pried beyond what she was willing to say out loud at any given moment and was grateful that she could cry in front of you if she got overwhelmed by the memories
You were honored that she trusted you enough to share such a vulnerable side of herself with you
One day while she’s telling you a funny story about her brother over lunch, she mentions one of her favorite childhood movies and pauses, struck by a sudden realization
“Wanda, you okay?”
“You would love that movie! Things were so unstable in Sokovia when Piet and I were growing up, there weren’t a lot of new films being made. Most of the ones we loved were ones our parents saw when they were young. They weren’t exactly kid-friendly, but they were what we had. Thinking about them now, they’re very predictable, but with the commentary you like to give, you’d have a great time watching every single one.”
“I’d love to watch them with you, Wanda. You think Miss F.R.I.D.A.Y. can pull them up?”
F.R.I.D.A.Y. assures you she can
And you and Wanda decide to make a whole night of it—your mattress in her room, pizza, a Sokovian dessert that she used to make with her dad, and of course, your world-famous chocolate chip cookies
All to the sights and sounds of favorite childhood movies, courtesy of your favorite disembodied AI
You look forward to it for the rest of the week
That Saturday when the two of you get together to start the festivities
You have the same realization at the same time
You voice it first because you know Wanda’s more likely to be shy about it since she never wants you to feel like a third wheel
But she and Vision are always really careful not to be “couple-centric” when you’re with them, so you have no issue bringing it up
“Hey, Wanda. It’s totally cool if you want it to just be the two of us…but you know it’s also totally fine with me if you want to invite Viz.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’d literally love for him to join us. Here—I’ll order the pizza, you go find our favorite synthezoid.”
A few minutes later, you’re finishing up on the phone as Wanda walks in with Vision
When you hang up, he gives you a tentative smile
“I truly don’t want to intrude if you intended to spend the night solely with Wanda.”
“Clearly, you’ve never done a sleepover before, Viz. The golden rule is the more best friends, the merrier.”
And so, the three of you start off your adventure by jumping into the kitchen to bake the cobbler Wanda’s dad taught her to make on the days when Pietro went to the market with their mom
“Pietro would always make the cream with the milk they had just gotten. He was always better at that part than I was. But we would all eat together on the back balcony. The sunsets in Sokovia weren’t usually very pretty, but we never minded much.”
You and Vision complete every instruction under her watchful eye, clarifying each step because you’re highkey terrified you’re going to ruin her favorite dessert
Thankfully, you don’t
Just before you finish, F.R.I.D.A.Y. alerts you that the pizzas have arrived and you answer the door, always loving the expressions of unsuspecting pizza delivery workers when they realize that they’re pulling up to the New Avengers Facility
When you finally settle in, the first round of food at the ready, the opening movie is one of Wanda’s choosing, a film about a group of art thieves and forgers
Following that, you pull up “The Incredibles”
You don’t think about it ahead of time, but when they mention the Superhero Relocation Program, it smacks of the Accords and you quickly pause the film, looking over at Wanda
But she waves off your concern without a word, insistent that you start the movie again
She wears a fond smile every time Dash is on-screen
Another parallel you hadn’t considered
And laughs really hard every time he does something silly, telling you and Vision that Pietro was the same way growing up, even before he got his speed
The “no capes” part?
Vision is gone
You watch one more Sokovian movie after that before baking cookies and breaking out one of the other pizzas
By the time the marathon part of the night is over, Wanda has managed to teach you and Viz some basic Sokovian
Viz, of course, picks it up without issue
But Wanda is actually very impressed with how well you do for your first time
Every time one of the movies used one of your newly learned vocab words, you yelled it triumphantly, which Wanda and Vision both found hilarious
The three of you build a fort in the middle of Wanda’s floor and settle into casual conversation, laughing often and giving one another silly dares
You and Vision definitely get into a friendly argument about who can do a better job braiding Wanda’s hair and have to declare a contest to provide a true answer
Wanda awards you first place before kissing her boyfriend’s cheek briefly to break his playful pout
The night lasts to the near-morning hours when you and Wanda finally fall asleep while listening to her Spotify playlist
Vision quietly leaves the two of you to sleep, making sure both of you are covered by blankets with pillows under your heads
When the two of you wake up just past the threshold where morning transforms into afternoon, you head downstairs and are greeted by three place settings and an array of brunch foods (including the last of your pizza), Vision washing dishes at the sink
When you and Wanda ask what’s going on, he dries his hands before explaining that it’s his way of thanking you both for including him in a very fun night that helped him feel even closer to his two favorite people
You’re touched by his efforts, both of you thanking him in Sokovian
But you wouldn’t be a best friend if you let him off easy
“Did you get Steve or Bucky to make the French toast?”
“You’ve both seen me practicing my cooking. Is it so unlikely that I could have improved enough to put this together?”
“You’re right, I have seen you practice, and that’s how I know your bread doesn’t get this golden. So which of the vets was in the mood for breakfast this morning?”
“…”
“…”
“Sergeant Barnes insisted.”
“Yeah, I’m sure he did.”
May all your sleepovers be filled with food, fun, and French toast! Thank you again for your patience with this request, my dear–I know you sent it a while ago!
