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Reader Request: The reader has a crush on sweet, innocent Vision. The tables turn when she finds out he feels the same but maybe he's not quite so innocent.

"I think you should consider going to my girl," Natasha said, taking a bite of toast and walking to the refrigerator. "It's liberating, really." Natasha opened the refrigerator for the orange juice and held it up, offering some to Y/N, who was sitting on a stool leaning against the countertop.

Y/N pushed her empty glass towards Natasha. "I mean, yes, I like to... keep it that way," Y/N said, lowering her voice. "I just... I'm not sure I'm comfortable going to someone else for that. I can maintain it myself."

Natasha laughed, "Yeah and it's a pain to do it yourself."

Just then, Vision passed through the kitchen, breezing through effortlessly. He paused at the countertop next to Y/N. Natasha shrugged at Y/N, "I'm just saying, consider going to my girl."

"Debating a major life change?" Vision asked, giving Y/N a smile.

"Haircut," Natasha piped in, clearing her throat. Natasha bit back a grin as Vision looked Y/N over.

"I quite like your hairstyle, it suits you," Vision said gently. "However, I am sure you would look equally as stunning with another style."

"Well, thanks, Vision," Y/N grinned up at him.

Vision peeled his eyes away from her to include Natasha. "Have either of you seen Captain Rogers this morning?"

"He left late for his run," Y/N said. "He's still out."

"Thank you," Vision nodded, "please continue, I did not intend to interrupt." He bowed slightly and turned to walk out of the kitchen.

Y/N gave him a wave even though he was not looking. "See you later." She watched him walk out and turned back around to look at Natasha who was staring her down.

Natasha's face moved into a smirk. "Embarrassed that Vision caught us talking about getting waxed?"

"I don't think he caught on," Y/N laughed. "He's sort of... innocent when it comes to things like that."

"Oh you think?" Natasha sassed her.

"Pretty sure... yeah." Y/N played with a spoonful of cereal in her bowl. Looking down at her drowning Special K, she said, "There's something charming about him, don't you think? He's sweet."

"Sure," Natasha said, waiting for Y/N to look back up at her.

"What?"

"Since when do you have the hots for Vision?"

"I don't..." Y/N started to say but it turned into a laugh as she trailed off. "Okay, yeah... I guess I've been noticing him lately."

"You haven't gotten laid in a while," Natasha stated.

"HolyshitNat!" Y/N doubled over laughing while looking around to see if they were really still alone.

"What? It's true. And all the more reason to go get waxed," Natasha raised an eyebrow.

Y/N shook her head ferociously. "You are hilarious, Nat. Vision would never do that..." she started to whisper, "with me... or anyone probably."

Natasha threw back the last of her orange juice and added her glass to the dishwasher. "Come on, let's go out. I'll get you an appointment with my girl and we can go shopping."

"Yeah," Y/N said through her teeth, "okay."

Natasha reached across the counter and grabbed her bowl and glass to put them in the dishwasher. "What makes you think he's so innocent anyway? - You know he was basically like Tony's personal computer for years..." Natasha smiled. "Can you imagine the data cache he remembers?"

"Oh Nat, that's gross, I don't want to think about that!" The two laughed as they headed out of the kitchen to go have a leisurely day out.

***

Later that night, Y/N and Natasha stepped off the elevator chatting and toting soggy shopping bags. The ladies were a little wet from hopping out of a taxi and running through the rain. Steve, Bucky, and Vision were sitting and chatting on couches nearby. Their heads whipped over to the elevator to see who was joining them.

"Oh, thank God!" Bucky called out, dramatically. "Finally two fun people are here." Bucky gave a disappointed look to Steve and Vision as he stood up off the couch. "I call game night," he said as he headed for the ladies to take their bags, setting them aside. They laughed and he grabbed their hands and lead them over to the couches.

"What if we have plans?" Natasha asked with faux incredulity.

Bucky looked at her and point blank, he said, "Cards Against Humanity."

Natasha and Y/N's eyes widened before the looked at each other and laughed like maniacs. They were thinking about Steve and Vision playing this dirty game and how hilarious it was going to be. The last time they had all played, Vision and Steve weren't there.

"Oh hell yes," Y/N said, sitting forward on her knees.

"Yes but I think I need a drink first," Natasha said. "Rum and Coke?" she asked Y/N who nodded.

Steve picked up the little box of cards that Bucky had just tossed on the coffee table. "Cards Against Humanity? Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" Steve humorously glanced at Y/N as if to say 'save me'.

"Okay, now Steve," she said, leaning forward more, "just be open-minded... okay? It can be fun if you just let go and relax."

"Basically, don't be a douche," Bucky said, plopping down on the couch next to Y/N. "Or maybe, do be a douche. I dunno."

Steve smiled on one side of his face, "Thanks, Buck."

Natasha handed Y/N a Rum and Coke and then sat next to Steve, leaving room next to Y/N that wasn't there before. She motioned to Vision to come closer from the chair he was in. He looked hesitant.

"I believe I shall sit this game out," he said, trying to be diplomatic. "I will ruin the even number of players."

"Oh, no, that's okay," Natasha smiled at him, "we don't need an even number."

Vision walked over to join the group, giving Y/N a nervous smile and sitting down next to her, lightly running his palms over his thighs.

Suddenly, nerves were jumping in Y/N's stomach as she found herself sitting between two handsome men, one of whom she was now finding herself crushing on. And how did this happen exactly? Vision was always sweet to her but he was like that to all of them... so when did she start feeling this way about him?

"Okay everyone, loosen up," Y/N said. "Friday, please play some some upbeat music."

Natasha threw back more of her drink and set the glass down, "One person will pick up a black card and read it out loud. Every other person will look at their white cards and find a response that will be humorous." She elbowed Steve lightly, "And this may be offensive, okay? But it's just for fun... and no one really means what they say. Okay, so then once you have a white card you like, you give it to the original person who read and they read everyone's responses out loud. Then they pick which answer is the funniest."

"It's fun," Bucky chimed in, trying to be convincing.

"Okay, I'll deal," Y/N said as she started shuffling the cards. "Who is going first?"

"I vote Steve," Bucky said.

"I second that," Natasha said.

Y/N grinned at Steve. "Steve it is." She started dealing white cards to everyone. She could hardly wait to see how this was going to play out. Everyone started to look at their cards. Natasha and Bucky giggled to themselves, Vision was quiet and Steve was just looking at the black card he'd picked.

Steve's eyebrows knit together as he read the card. "What is that?" he asked. He leaned towards Natasha, showing her the card. "How do you say that?"

Natasha calmly smiled. "Errybody."

"You mean everybody?" Steve asked.

"Just go with it," she laughed.

Steve took a deep breath and tried hard to be a good sport. "Errybody in the club gettin' blank."

"Can you repeat that one more time?" Bucky asked.

"Errybody in the club gettin'... blank."

"Thanks," Bucky flashed him a smile. "I heard you the first time but I just really wanted to hear you say it again."

"Punk."

One by one, they handed Steve white cards. All except Vision, who seemed to still be mulling over his choice.

Y/N patted Vision's arm, "It's okay, Vision, there's not really a wrong choice."

He gave her a gentle smile and handed a card over to Steve.

Y/N tossed back the rest of her drink as Steve looked at the cards. His eyebrows kept shooting up into the middle of his forehead. He started to read them out loud.

"Errybody in the club gettin'...Gary." The cute way that Steve read it made them all laugh.

"Errybody in the club gettin'...vigorous jazz hands." That one earned another chuckle.

Then Steve started laughing to himself, looking at the next card. His laugh became high pitched and his back fell to the couch behind him, his head leaned backwards. He pressed the cards into his chest as he tried to take a breath and gain composure so he could read it to everyone. His voice wavered and then...

"Errybody in the club gettin'...an erection that lasts longer than four hours." The group erupted into laughter. Even Vision seemed amused. "Oh that was good," Steve chuckled. "Okay, let's see..."

His forehead wrinkled again as he read it.

"Errybody in the club gettin'...period poops...?"

"OhmyGOD!" Bucky shouted and he, Y/N and Natasha doubled over laughing.

"Thank you for that, Steve," Y/N chuckled as Steve's cheeks grew a little pink and he joined in the laughter.

Natasha sat back, "So who's the winner? Whoever the winner is, they get their card back so they can keep score."

Steve studied the cards again, his shoulders jiggling lightly as he read. "Alright, let's see... okay, who had the erection?" His laughter erupted again.

"That was me!" Y/N screamed out, her hand flying out for the winning card. "Thank you, sir."

"You had an erection?" Vision asked, amused. He clearly understood the innuendo.

Y/N laughed and felt her cheeks get pink. "Dirty Vision, I like it."

The game continued with lots of laughter from everyone. Natasha and Bucky kept the drinks coming. It seemed unfair drinking with two super soldiers and an android who couldn't get drunk but it certainly didn't stop anyone from having a good time. Three or four drinks in, Y/N felt pretty tipsy and although she wasn't trying to, she found herself finding reasons to touch Vision. He didn't seem to mind the touching and she even thought he'd moved closer, although that was a few drinks ago and it was getting blurry. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol that made it seem like Vision's answers to the game were getting so funny.

She started to feel like the couch was too far off the floor and the floor looked comfortable... so she slid down onto the floor to sit at the coffee table. Vision's knee was touching her back and she was blissfully aware of it. Bucky was at the bar and called over to her to ask if she wanted another drink.

When she went to hold her hand up to him to say no more alcohol, she knocked a stack of cards over. She and Vision both lunged for them, leaving their hands touching on the coffee table while causing more cards to fly off the edge of the table. "I got it," she smiled and leaned down to the floor to grab the cards. As she was moving, Vision moved his leg to let her by but it caused her to be unstable with nothing to lean against anymore and she swiped the side of her face down the corner of the metal edged coffee table. Immediately, she knew something was wrong from the pain but she sat back up calmly. Vision's face told her it was worse than she thought and she reached up to touch her face, feeling blood running.

"Buck, get a towel," Steve yelled as he moved over to her.

Vision helped her off the floor and back up onto the couch. His eyes were wide and he was concerned. He steadied her with his hands on her arms as Bucky ran to her with a towel.

Bucky stood behind the couch and started to clean her up. "You okay, doll?"

"Mmmmyeah," she nodded as she closed her eyes.

"I'll get my keys and take you to the hospital," Steve said. "You're going to need stitches."

Natasha got close to her to take a look. "It's along your hairline, Y/N. If you don't care too much, I can fix you up here."

"Let me look at it," she answered and started to get up from the couch to walk towards a mirror. Her footing wavered and Vision steadied her, following along with her. She hadn't seen herself yet, but Y/N was completely embarrassed that she'd had an accident like this now because even though she knew it could have happened at any time, she felt like it made her look like a sloppy drunk in front of people she didn't want to have that impression of her.

Stepping up to the mirror, she first noticed Vision's face behind her head. He was looking in the mirror to see her cut. When she refocused and looked at herself, she turned her head and poked at the area around the cut. It really was right up against her hairline.

"It's not so bad," she said, sounding incredibly sober all of a sudden. "Nat, if you wouldn't mind..."

Natasha was about to answer her when Vision stepped between them and spoke softly. "If it's all the same to you, I would like to stitch you up... if that's alright with you, Y/N."

"Sure, thank you," she said, looking up at him.

Vision put an arm around Y/N and they started to walk to the elevator. Steve took a step to follow them but Natasha put her arm out in front of him. The elevator doors closed as Bucky, Steve, and Natasha watched.

"What's going on, Nat?" Steve asked.

"They need some... alone time," she smiled.

Bucky wore a chagrin and asked, "When did this happen? - And how did I miss it?"

"Didn't happen yet," Natasha smiled warmly.

Steve's face softened, "So they like each other?"

"I'm pretty sure it's mutual."

In the elevator, Y/N stood up straight next to Vision. Her embarrassment had washed over her the minute she'd cut herself and it had continued to linger. Standing next to this perfect being was making her realize nothing could ever happen between them. The movement of the elevator started to make her feel sea sick. "I think I need to sit down," she croaked, reaching for the floor.

"I would not recommend that... here..." he said as he lifted her next to him and steadied her. "Keep your eyes open, it will get worse if you close them." His hands were on her biceps and he'd pulled her close to him. She longed to enjoy the moment of closeness with him but the nausea was the prevailing concern.

When the doors opened to the sick bay, Vision looked down at her face. He felt she was barely hanging on with the nausea so he hurried her to a seat and put a garbage can in front of her. "Will you be able to sit for a moment as I gather supplies?"

She looked up at him and nodded. Vision allowed himself to give her a gentle smile before walking to the cabinet to get what he needed. "I would not recommend anesthetic," he called out, "due to your alcohol consumption."

A new wave of shame washed over her but she just nodded at him.

When he looked back at her to check on her, he noticed her color change. "You are flushed," he said, laying a hand on her forehead. "Are you feverish?"

"No," she laughed, "just a little embarrassed. I don't usually drink like that..." she started.

"Well, nothing to be ashamed of," he said, steadying her with his hands on her arms again. "I have seen much worse." His warm smile calmed her nerves.

"Oh... right... I forget that you've kind of known Tony a lot longer than any of us."

"Right," he said with a little laugh. "Can we move you to the table so I can get a better look?"

She rose up from the chair and followed him to the table. Though she climbed up herself, he never took his hands away from her. "You're so nice to me," she said, feeling a glow from the closeness to her crush.

"It is easy to be nice to you," he said, as he cleaned around her cut. "You are kind and you have a rather well developed sense of humor."

"Why thank you," she said, feeling proud of the last part in particular. As a little smile came over her face, she realized it hurt to move her skin because of the gash.

"Hmm," Vision mused, "the cut seems to have opened back up a bit. "Perhaps I should refrain from talking to you while I work."

"I have a better idea. Why don't you talk and I just listen?" Y/N loved listening to Vision talk so that was no hardship.

"Yes," he smiled as he continued to put firm pressure on the area that was cut. He checked it again and he was ready to start stitching. "I apologize, this will be painful."

And it was.

It really was.

Sitting still on the table became harder with every stitch. It was such a sensitive area of skin to begin with. Y/N focused on watching Vision work. She was taken with him, observing the gentle look on his face and the closeness. His face was so close to hers. He glanced over at her face as he pulled the needle and thread out towards him. It was impossible to ignore her grimace but he detected a hint of the dreamy gaze she was casting his way. "Are you still feeling intoxicated?"

"No."

"I will only be another moment," he said. Vision shifted on his chair to get a closer look. "Perhaps this time alone with you should have been spent much earlier... if so, I may not been so awkward as to spill the cards on the floor."

Y/N watched him and tried not to move but she could feel her forehead tensing up a bit.

Vision stared straight at his stitching as he spoke. "You see, I noticed quite a while ago that I was developing romantic feelings for you."

Y/N froze, she wondered if she was dreaming. Was it possible she actually hit her head and passed out and this was all a dream? But it wasn't.

"If I had spoken with you about it, I may not have been awkward around you this evening." He sat back after clipping the extra thread. He was still very near her.

"Wait, Vision... this wasn't your fault," she said, now feeling the pull of her tightened face. "And you weren't awkward, I was awkward."

"No, not at all. You were quite... intoxicating." Vision's face was nothing like she'd seen on him before.

"Vision..." she sighed out. She was about to tell him she felt the same.

"My intention is not to make you feel uncomfortable and if you are, I promise you this will be the last mention of it."

"Vision..." she said, even more softly this time. She reached out to put her hand on his. "I didn't know."

He stood from the stool he was on and stepped back from her a bit. "I apologize," he said, looking like he was about to bolt from the room.

She reached her hand out to him, "Wait, please don't.... I..." she looked down at her hand on his. "I feel the same way." When she had the courage to look back up at him, she gave him a little grin.

He stepped up to the table, pushing her knees to either side of him. Reaching for her face with both hands, he leaned his head down to kiss her softly. When she returned the kiss, it escalated into a firmer, more passionate embrace. Chills ran up her arms and neck. Vision pulled away from her face to look at her but she pulled him back to her for more. Her hands roamed the back of his neck and she brought him towards her until she found herself laying back on the table with him on top of her. Her legs still dangled off the table but she quickly wrapped them around his waist to bring him even closer. She pulled away to take a deep breath and Vision kissed down her face and neck, and then lacing his fingers with hers. Y/N's mind raced to figure out where this was going and what should she say? Or should she even say anything?

But that train of thought derailed when she felt a different sensation. At first, it felt normal but as her mind processed it... maybe it wasn't normal.

She felt something firm pressing into her underside. That couldn't possibly be...

"Vision? Is that?" she looked at him, waiting for him to make eye contact with her before she motioned to their joined waists.

"I apologize. Do you not like that?"

She let out a soft laugh. "Is that what I think it is? I mean, I'm sorry, I hope I'm not offending you, I just... I didn't think you... you could..." she covered her face with her hand. "I'm sorry."

Vision let out a chuckle. He didn't seem offended. "You see, I can... manipulate the elements that form me. I thought you might enjoy something realistic... in this case."

"Oh," she smiled. "Well, I hate to tell you but it doesn't feel like a realistic size..."

Vision pondered her statement and was about to ask her more when she said, "Feels a little generous. I'm not complaining." She pulled him down for another searing kiss as he climbed on top of her and the table more.

Vision pulled his face back from hers as she felt the heat rising off her body. He looked into midair and said, "Friday, please lock the doors and dim the lights."

Y/N slipped her fingers underneath his collar to pull him closer. She thanked her lucky stars her fairy godmother, Natasha, had talked her into getting waxed today.

"Kiss me," she whispered into his kiss.

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