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Wrong Assumption (Vision x fem!reader)

Vision hadn't been around humanity long, but he knew enough to know when someone was ill. And it definitely seemed like you were. You probably thought he didn't notice the little things that happened to you when you were around him. It seemed you were always sick with something or other and it worried Vision.

He could sense how hot your skin would become when you got too close, especially when you had to talk to him. Your body would start to shake and your words would come out stuttered or mumbled. And, on the rare occasion the two of you had physical contact, Vision could feel your clammy hands. You were most definitely sick and Vision wanted to help you feel better, but he didn't know how. So, he went to the only people he could think to ask about it. Bruce and Tony.

"Y/N isn't sick, Vis," Tony assured him with a chuckle. "She's is not? Are you certain? It seems as though she is ill quite often." Bruce and Tony exchanged a glance and then both of them laughed a bit more. "We're certain, Vision. Y/N has...well, she's got a crush." Vision looked confused. "A crush? That certainly sounds like an illness."

"It's not an illness. It just means she likes someone a lot. As in, more than a friend kind of like." Vision nodded in understanding. "Oh, like you and Dr. Banner?" Tony's eyes widened and Bruce let out a snort of laughter. "Think more like Tony and Pepper, Vision." Vision finally understood. "And this causes Y/N to react this way?" Bruce nodded. "Yes. She'll get better either when she moves on from whoever she's crushing on or when she tells them how she feels."

"I am going to assist her in any way I can," Vision announced as he left the room. Tony and Bruce looked at each other again. "Think she'll actually tell him?" Tony shook his head. "Not in a million years. Unless he figures it out first, she'll keep her mouth shut." Bruce smiled softly and went back to his work.

Meanwhile, Vision went in search of you with his new mission in mind. If confessing to your crush would help you feel better, then he would help you to do it. It didn't take him long to find you. You were in your usual place. The kitchen. You loved being in the kitchen because you said that's where the heart of the home was.

As soon as he saw you, Vision stated, "I know what ails you, Y/N." You turned to him with an expression of confusion. "What ails me?" Vision smiled. "You have a crush." Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened as you dropped the spoon in your hand. "W-Who told you?" you stammered out. Vision blatantly informed you that it was Bruce and Tony. "I'll kill them."

"There is no need for violence, Y/N. It is simply a matter of telling your crush how you feel, is it not?" You let out a bitter chuckle. "Considering my charming best friends did it for me, that kind of ruins the plan doesn't it?" Vision cocked his head to the side. "They have already informed your crush of your liking for them?"

"Didn't they?" Vision still looked confused and it finally registered that yes, Bruce and Tony had told Vision that you had a crush, but they didn't say who it was. Groaning, you ran your hand down your face. You waited as you saw the gears turning in Vision's head. You knew it wouldn't take long for him to put two and two together. And you were right.

"It is me?" he finally voiced and you nodded. "Yeah, Vis. It is." A silence fell over the kitchen that was almost too much for you to bear. "Look, just forget about. You haven't been around us long enough to understand this kind of stuff. So let's just put this aside." You started to walk away, but Vision stopped you. "You are correct."

You stopped moving and looked at him. "I have not been around humanity long enough to truly understand what it means to feel the way you do. But I do understand having fondness for someone, as I do you. If you are willing to help, then I hope to learn what this means and perhaps feel the same for you asyou do for me." You smiled a little bit. "Okay," you replied softly before taking Vision's hand in your own. You hoped this would be the start of something beautiful.