Fic: One Day (PG, Vision/Wanda Maximoff, MCU)
Title: One Day
Characters/pairing: Vision/Wanda Maximoff
Rating: PG
Warnings: GIANT MOVIE SPOILERS and related crack theories
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 200
A/N: Written for avengers100 prompt #6 "Hero". This is HEAVILY tied into the theory that (HIGHLIGHT FOR SPOILERS!): Phil Coulson is the basis for movieverse Vision and the cellist he spoke of to Pepper is Wanda Maximoff.
He’s getting used to it. The stares, the shock, the moment where that light in the eyes of his friends goes out when they remember that he’s not real. He’s artificial. A copy of the man they knew and loved. He knew it was coming. He knew the comparisons would be there. How could they not, after all?
It’s not the comparisons that stick. It’s the expectations. The word hero gets spoken, over and over again. The thought that the man whose memories-and codename for that matter-he carries was a hero is the thing that motivates him.
At first, at least.
The light of recognition in her eyes… that was something he couldn’t forget. Nor the way she slumped when she realized the truth. “I’m sorry… I thought you were someone else.”
One day, perhaps the Vision will live up to those expectations at SHIELD. One day, perhaps that light of recognition will be for him and not a dead man. One day, if he worked hard enough, if he put in the effort; if he could get past that light of recognition…
One day, Wanda would play for him. One day, maybe he could be her hero.
Characters/pairing: Vision/Wanda Maximoff
Rating: PG
Warnings: GIANT MOVIE SPOILERS and related crack theories
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 200
A/N: Written for avengers100 prompt #6 "Hero". This is HEAVILY tied into the theory that (HIGHLIGHT FOR SPOILERS!): Phil Coulson is the basis for movieverse Vision and the cellist he spoke of to Pepper is Wanda Maximoff.
He’s getting used to it. The stares, the shock, the moment where that light in the eyes of his friends goes out when they remember that he’s not real. He’s artificial. A copy of the man they knew and loved. He knew it was coming. He knew the comparisons would be there. How could they not, after all?
It’s not the comparisons that stick. It’s the expectations. The word hero gets spoken, over and over again. The thought that the man whose memories-and codename for that matter-he carries was a hero is the thing that motivates him.
At first, at least.
The light of recognition in her eyes… that was something he couldn’t forget. Nor the way she slumped when she realized the truth. “I’m sorry… I thought you were someone else.”
One day, perhaps the Vision will live up to those expectations at SHIELD. One day, perhaps that light of recognition will be for him and not a dead man. One day, if he worked hard enough, if he put in the effort; if he could get past that light of recognition…
One day, Wanda would play for him. One day, maybe he could be her hero.