And Then I Wrote Marvel

Logic (Vision x Reader) *

Round 13 of DisneyWorldInfoQueen 's contest.

"I really wish that Tony would stop treating me like a slave," you grumped to the only person around here that would listen to you anymore. "Like, I get it, I'm younger than everyone else, but Peter is too."

"Why don't you just confront him about it?" Vision suggested plainly. "I don't think that he is bullheaded enough not to listen to reason."

"I feel like he thinks that he's beyond logic, sometimes, though. Like he's above basic laws of humanity just because he's Iron Man," you said.

"Tony is a difficult man to get along with, but I believe that he has good underlying intentions."

"Yeah, yeah, and that's why I do the dishes and clean up after everyone whenever I'm here," you complained, putting another plate in the bottom rack. "Meanwhile, everyone else is off playing Ultimate Frisbee in the gym." You turned to look at your friend, who was helping you by sweeping the kitchen. "You know, you're the first person that's helped me in the three months that I've been here."

"I'm always happy to help, (Y/N)."

"Thanks, Vis." You put the last handful of silverware in, then shut off the water. "So, I know that Parker's been here at least a year longer than I have. Did Tony do this to his little Spider Baby, too, or am I just special? 'Cause if he did this to Peter, then I'd better start recruiting for someone to take my place," you joked, unwrapping the dishwasher soap and putting it in the little compartment.

"I don't recall Peter being forced to do household chores. But I do know that Tony thinks it's funny to push you around," Vision supplied. "He thinks that you'll do anything in order to gain his approval."

"I don't care about him, though. I know that Nat likes me, and I think that Rhodey can tolerate me," you began to list. "Uh, who else is there?" You closed the dishwasher and started it. "Everyone else is kinda in hiding or in prison, aren't they?"

"I like you very much. You always have something intelligent to say," he complimented you. He dumped out the dustpan, then put the broom in the closet and took a seat at the table.

You grabbed a deck of cards and sat down across from him. "That's nice of you to say. I mean, Peter's the real genius around here, but it's nice to hear that I sound intelligent," you said, shuffling the cards. "What do you want to play?"

"I don't have a preference," the red man shrugged. "But, again, I strongly suggest that you stand up for yourself and confront Tony about how you feel."

You shuffled the cards with a vengeance. "Do you really think that he would listen to a sixteen-year-old?"

"If you frame your argument well enough, then yes." You set the cards on the table, and he cut the deck. The material that he was made of didn't allow him to shuffle cards, but he enjoyed playing as much as the next person.

"I really hope you're right, because the next time I see him, I think I'll try to say something," you stated.

Vision smiled at you. "That's good to hear," he said. He dealt five cards into two separate piles, then put two cards face-up between them. "Is Speed all right with you?"

"Yeah, that sounds pretty good," you agreed. You watched as he dealt the rest of the cards into two stacks, then he let you choose which one you wanted. You selected the one on your left, then picked five cards off of the top. "Three, two," you counted down, "one!"

A frenzy of slapping down cards and replenishing your hands followed, until you were both at a standstill. You counted down again and flipped over one of the cards that he had dealt out first. The frenzy began again, and Vision was the first to have fully depleted his stack of cards.

You slammed down your two remaining cards into the table in your defeat. "Dang it, Vis, you always win at Speed," you groaned.

"The student surpasses the master?" he responded with a shrug.

You laughed. "More like the student prodigy surpasses the mediocre master," you corrected.

The elevator doors opened, and Tony walked in, eyes glued to a tablet. He looked up, spotting you and Vision cleaning up the cards and preparing another round. "Hey, Vis!" he called. "We were wondering where you were. Why are you up here with the flaming catapult?"

"S/he was in need of assistance, and then s/he suggested that we play a card game. It's nice to have some peace and quiet on occasion, you know," Vision replied stiffly.

"Sure, whatever. What if, instead of pitying the Witch-Burner, you came down and played with us?" Tony suggested, completely ignoring you. You hated his "clever" little nicknames that he had for you. They always seemed derogatory to the fact that after you had been transformed by the terrigen-infused fish oil capsules, you were able to launch fireballs with your hands.

Your hands began to grow hot, and you stood up quickly. "Listen here, Tin Can, you invited me to help you rebuild the Avengers for a reason, and I'm pretty sure that it wasn't for me to do the dishes on Saturday nights," you seethed.

"You're right," Tony said. You exchanged a confused glance with Vision. "But listen Human Torch--"

"That's not my name."

"--you forgot to wipe down the table."

You looked at the table and realized that you hadn't done that yet. "Right, sorry," you apologized meekly, walking over to the sink to wet the washcloth down with warm water.

"(Y/N)! No! You have to stand firm!" Vision encouraged you.

"Vis, please, the adults are talking," Tony chided.

"There aren't any adults in this room!" you shouted. Vision and Tony looked at you, disbelieving their ears. "Not with you, in here, anyway," you said, looking directly into Tony's eyes.

He didn't take any offense. Instead, he smiled, like this was exactly what he wanted. He began to clap, as if this was what he'd been waiting for for a long time. "Looks like you finally grew a backbone, kid," he congratulated you.

"What are you talking about?" you queried.

"When we sent out a call for an Inhuman to join the Avengers, your application stuck out to us," Tony began to explain. "You were barely sixteen, but you were ready to dedicate your life to a basically hopeless cause. Your powers were pretty cool, too, but we weren't looking for anything impressive there. We didn't care about an academic record, no, we were looking for how you presented yourself. One thing was made very clear: your opinion of yourself was trash."

"Hey!"

"It's true! Vis, you remember. You were the one that picked him/her."

"I realized that you needed confidence, and I thought that just being accepted would give you what you needed, but it was Tony that decided to take it a step further," the artificial man said.

You set down the washcloth and sat down in your seat again. Tony took the seat next to you.

"I thought that the only way that you were going to build that confidence was to build it for yourself," he said.

"So you decided to shove me around until I broke?" you asked skeptically.

"Exactly," Tony nodded. "Turns out that you just needed a little push forward from a friend, and then you were good." He stood up again. "Come on down to the gym. We've been waiting to play Ultimate Frisbee with you, Fuego."