Vision heard her thoughts. I have no one left. Why should I live?
You have me, he thought back. He lifted her off the falling train and flew away.(One year later)
Vision didn't know this feeling. Whenever she laughed, he smiled. When she hugged him, he smiled. He was there for her in the night. In the day as well. Every time she was in danger, he was the first one there. Mr. Stark found this amusing. After eight weeks, he approached Vision. "Cute."
"What?" Vision asked.
"It's cute. You and the witch."
"I don't understand-"
"You love her."
"What is love?"
Mr. Stark raised an eyebrow. "That feeling that you get when she hugs you. When she laughs. You're there for her. She's there for you. You're there for each other. You love each other."That night, he walked into Wanda's room after hearing her cry out for her late brother. He held her close. She said it for the first time. "I love you." Vision knew what was going on with the Accords. "If I know what love is, it's because of you," he whispered.
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Marvel Ship Oneshots
FanfictionJust some fluffy oneshots of my (practically fifty million) Marvel OTPs. I will take requests. Some may be short, I'm warning you.