ScarletVision: One Shots

Unsteady (Part 1)

Unsteady (Part 1) 

One Shot #16

Vision's POV

 Imagine being assembled, torn apart, and then put back together again. That's exactly what happened to me. Tony Stark brought me to life, Ultron tore my apart, and Tony Stark with the help of Bruce Banner put me back together. That's not what really bothers me though. What really bothers me is the fact that everyone is now treating me like I'm broken, sadly including Wanda. I love her to bits, but I'm very close to snapping at someone... and I truly don't want ti to be her. I think the best way to handle this would be to call an Avenger meeting. In a proper meeting, I can sit down with everyone and convey how I feel to them. I pull out my pager and summon all of them to the kitchen. They all come running in five minutes later, Steve leading the group. Tony looks at me curiously. "What's up Vision?" I give him a tired smile. "I need to speak to all of you for a few minutes regarding my condition." Everyone gives me a look of confusion but sits down at the kitchen table. 

  "It has come to my attention that all of you are doting on me a bit too much. I'm glad that you all care about me, but I do need space sometimes. In addition, you all are treating me like I'm broken. I'm not broken, just bent. I'm going to be as good as new soon. You holding me back from trainings, meetings, and missions isn't fair." Wanda looks like she's on the verge of tears and I feel like my heart just got run over by a car. "We're sorry Vision. We just didn't want you to push yourself too hard too soon. What happened to you was horrible." I sigh, softening at her gaze. "I know you didn't mean for your concern to come across the way it did, but honestly, that's how it came across. I can understand you all wanting me to stay back on a mission here and there, but the rest, it's unexcuseable. Things need to change and soon." Bruce Banner hesitantly makes his way over to me. "What happens if you come undone?" I give him a bitter smile. "Haven't I already? Coming undone isn't anything new to me." 

   Bruce Banner frowns a bit but doesn't make any further comments. One by one, all of the Avengers give me heartfelt apologies, even Tony and Natasha who don't too well with anything heartfelt. I accept their apologies and ask all of them to leave, except for Wanda whom I need to have a few private words with. I move closer to her and wrap my arms around her waist. "Wanda, you've been doting on me the most. You're tired. You haven't slept nor eaten in three days. Do you know how I know that?" She bashfully shakes her head no. "I know that because your skin is quite pale, your stomach won't stop rumbling, and you look as though you could faint at any moment." As if the universe wants to taunt me further, Wanda then faints in my arms. I sigh and carry her back to her, gently placing her on her bed. For the next few hours, I sit at the edge of her bed and wait for her to wake up.

Five hours later...

   Wanda finally wakes up. Her vision is hazy and it takes her a couple of minutes for it to clear up. When it does, she relaxes at the sight of me. "Viz, what happened?" I look at her sadly. "I was lecturing you on how you haven't been taking care of yourself enough and then you fainted in my arms. I caught you before you could hit the floor. How are you feeling now?" She bites her lip and looks down at the floor. "I'm sorry Viz." I give her a kiss on the cheek. "I forgive you Wanda, but please promise me that you'll try to get better at taking care of yourself. It pains me to see you like this. Can I get you something to eat?" She nods. "Can I have a bagel with butter and some juice?" I nod. "You got it love." Wanda looks at me a bit surprised but gives me a kind smile. I can't believe I called her love. It just slipped out. Why on Earth did I just call Wanda love? Sure I care for her quite deeply... but is it mere affection or true love? I guess I'll figure it out in due time.

  I head to the kitchen to fetch Wanda her bagel with butter and some juice. The only kind of juice left is apple, which works in my favor because it happens to be Wanda's favorite kind of juice. I personally don't think a bagel is enough food for Wanda, but if she's still hungry after she eats her bagel, I'm more than happy to run back to the kitchen and get her something else to eat. If Wanda can't take care of herself by herself, then I'm going to be there for her and help her do so. I want to see Wanda healthy and happy... and let me tell you, she isn't either of those things right now. 

   I bring Wanda back her food and juice, which she eats and drinks happily. When she's done, I ask her if she wants anything else. She says no which disappoints me a little bit, but I don't tell her that it does. I don't want to push her. Baby steps are crucial right now. They might not me big steps, but they steps in the right direction nonetheless.

Hoped that you guys liked this part of this one shot! Stay tuned for an another's note with a couple of things that I want to tell you guys about. :) -Mary