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Title: Distraction
Fandom: Young Avengers
Characters: Tommy Shepherd, the Vision
Prompt: 11. "Just do me a favor and check your baggage at the door." -- 'She's Got Issues', The Offspring
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Tommy takes the Vision to a dance club.
Disclaimers: They don’t belong to me. They belong to Marvel and various other people. I’ll put them back when I’m done playing.
List of Prompts (with the links) to be found here
“Yo, Vizh! Hurry up!”
‘Hurry up, hurry up’ were oft-heard words on the voice of one Thomas Shepherd. Not surprising, since he was a speedster and had revealed to the Vision over a late night of bad TV movies and too much candy that the world sometimes hiccoughed and ground along at a snail’s pace.
“[I don’t know, Tommy.]” The Vision said, eyeing the front of the building and double-checking his hologram. “[I don’t think that--]”
“Vision, everyone’s going to be too distracted by dancing and flashing lights to notice that you feel a bit more metallic than everyone else.” Tommy interrupted, rolling his eyes. “Come on. Relax, loosen the joints in your spine and just go with it. And don’t tell me that you have more of an exoskeleton than a spine, I don’t care.”
“[I don’t--]” the Vision began again, but Tommy simply hauled him forward, weaving through the line, dropping the entrance fee and grabbing the necessary tickets before the Vision could object or lose his nerve. The synthezoid stumbled to a halt at the edge of the dance floor, wincing at the volume of the music.
“Find yourself a pretty blonde and dance for awhile.” Tommy said in his ear, loudly enough to be heard over the music. “Or a brunette or a redhead or one of those other chicks with funky hair. Hell, even another guy; it’s the twenty-first century and whatever. Just dance and forget her for a night, okay?”
Before the Vision could respond, Tommy shoved him out onto the dance floor. The Vision nearly stumbled into a pale brunette.
“Hello!” she said, giving him a strange-looking smile.
“[…Hello.]” the Vision replied.
Fandom: Young Avengers
Characters: Tommy Shepherd, the Vision
Prompt: 11. "Just do me a favor and check your baggage at the door." -- 'She's Got Issues', The Offspring
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Tommy takes the Vision to a dance club.
Disclaimers: They don’t belong to me. They belong to Marvel and various other people. I’ll put them back when I’m done playing.
List of Prompts (with the links) to be found here
“Yo, Vizh! Hurry up!”
‘Hurry up, hurry up’ were oft-heard words on the voice of one Thomas Shepherd. Not surprising, since he was a speedster and had revealed to the Vision over a late night of bad TV movies and too much candy that the world sometimes hiccoughed and ground along at a snail’s pace.
“[I don’t know, Tommy.]” The Vision said, eyeing the front of the building and double-checking his hologram. “[I don’t think that--]”
“Vision, everyone’s going to be too distracted by dancing and flashing lights to notice that you feel a bit more metallic than everyone else.” Tommy interrupted, rolling his eyes. “Come on. Relax, loosen the joints in your spine and just go with it. And don’t tell me that you have more of an exoskeleton than a spine, I don’t care.”
“[I don’t--]” the Vision began again, but Tommy simply hauled him forward, weaving through the line, dropping the entrance fee and grabbing the necessary tickets before the Vision could object or lose his nerve. The synthezoid stumbled to a halt at the edge of the dance floor, wincing at the volume of the music.
“Find yourself a pretty blonde and dance for awhile.” Tommy said in his ear, loudly enough to be heard over the music. “Or a brunette or a redhead or one of those other chicks with funky hair. Hell, even another guy; it’s the twenty-first century and whatever. Just dance and forget her for a night, okay?”
Before the Vision could respond, Tommy shoved him out onto the dance floor. The Vision nearly stumbled into a pale brunette.
“Hello!” she said, giving him a strange-looking smile.
“[…Hello.]” the Vision replied.