It took some time...well, a lot of time really, for you to even consider speaking to Vision after the rough start the two of you had. The sound of JARVIS coming from his mouth left you unsettled, and frankly just too sad to face him any more than you had to. It was made even more difficult by the idea that he felt an innate need to protect you, a feeling being forced on him by JARVIS and the framework that Tony had put into his mind. You tried to not blame the android too much, since it wasn't his choice to be this, and it took even more energy from your little body and mind to not put it all on your dad.

"Why can't I go with you?"

"Honey, we talked about this," Tony sighed as he packed, refusing to meet your gaze, "it's not going to be a fun trip. You'll be bored, and I won't have time to do anything fun. I'll be gone to MIT for only four days, so Vision said he'll keep an eye on you. If you ask, he'll probably do pretty much anything you want. Take advantage of me being gone like a normal kid, (Y/N)."

"Vision doesn't have time for me."

"Since when? That guy follows you around like a new puppy."

You didn't want what you were about to say come out like it was going to, but there were true emotions behind the words and it all just tumbled out before you could stop. "Every time I ask him to do anything with me, he can't because he's withWaandaa," you scoffed, mocking her name. "It sure didn't take long to forget about me. JARVIS would never forget about me but you made sure I can't have him back."

Tony's hands stopped, dropping one of his shirts into a heap on his suitcase. He turned to face you with a look of shock, and maybe a little hurt; this wasn't an attitude that he had ever received from you before, and he wasn't quite sure what to do with it. "Excuse me?"

"You put JARVIS into that...that thing...and he was my best friend. Now I don't have anyone to talk to and you go away all the time."

"(Y/N), why haven't you said anything about this to me before? Why are you waiting until right before I have to leave?"

"You just talked about it now!"

Tony turned his wrist and checked his watch with a loud huff, shaking his head at his own frustration both in being late already, and in what you were accusing him of. He already harbored a significant amount of guilt in his part in losing JARVIS, and each time you called him out on it, the weight only pushed him down into it further. He had taken on fatherhood with the idea that JARVIS would help; of course, Tony was your father and had the ultimate responsibility, but JARVIS was an ever-present friend to you. As he continued on with his packing, his mind struggled to find anything that he could try to diffuse the situation, and it finally came to him in what he hadn't allowed himself to admit until this very second.

JARVIS had been just as much of a father to you as he had been.

"Dammit," he mumbled softly, turning back towards you to kneel in front of you and leaving his belongings to wait. "Sweetheart, listen, I know how much it hurt to lose JARVIS, I really do, and I'm so, so sorry. If I could go back and do all of that over, believe me, baby, I would. You have no idea how much I would. I can't bring him back, but you heard so yourself, he's a part of Vision. No, he's not everything, but he's there."

"It's not the same."

"No, of course not. Vision is more than just JARVIS, and he wants to be a part of your life so that you can see that. He wants to be himself and JARVIS at the same time just for you, (Y/N). He's trying, I've seen it."

"But he's always with Wanda?"

"Always?" he asked with barely a hint of a smirk. Your dad was the best at catching you when you were being a little too dramatic, but he knew that you had gotten much of it from him, so he was never too upset by it.

"Okay," you relented with a roll of your eyes, "maybe not always. But a lot!"

"Are you always there when he wants to spend time with you?"

"Well...no...I 'spose not."

"You both have things to do, right? Things in your lives that might not happen at the same time, or that you need to do just by yourself. He's not ignoring you or trying to push you away, honey. He's still figuring out who he is, because he's new. Kinda like you are."

"Dad, I'm six now."

"And so very grown up," he smiled widely.

"Don't pick on me!" you laughed, only inciting his own, along with a quick round of tickling you until you couldn't breathe, teetering on the precipice of disaster. "Dad! Stop! I'm gonna pee my pants!"

~~~

After Tony had been gone for a good part of the day, and after you had bored yourself to near tears in your room, you decided that maybe a talk with Vision would be a good idea and that your dad was likely right. He usually was, and that frustrated you when you had been so sure that you were. The conversation that the two of you had before he left was still echoing in your mind, and the look on his face kept flashing over the sound of his voice. You felt like you would be letting him down if you didn't at least give Vision another chance, and you definitely never wanted to let Tony down after he had done so much for you when he didn't have to.

"FRIDAY?"

"Yes, (Y/N)?"

"Is Vision home?"

"He is."

"Is he with Wanda?"

"No, miss, he's nearly to your door to visit you."

"What?" you bolted up to sit on your bed. "He's coming here?"

Before FRIDAY could answer, a gentle knock sounded on your door. "(Y/N)? It's Vision, are you awake?"

"Um...yeah?" you mumbled, you thought too quietly but he had heard you just as plain as day.

"Might I come in? Or could you come out here...if you prefer?"

You hurried to push up and slide your feet to the ground, shaking away the tingles of a sleepy foot as you hobbled your way to the door to greet your visitor. You stumbled a little once, tipping into your dresser enough to make a thump; it was barely a second later that Vision had passed through the barrier to be standing at your side with a steady hand on your arm.

"Are you alright?"

"Woah!" you jumped back in shock, almost falling again but he held tight. "Vision! You're not supposed to do that!"

"I am very sorry, I thought you had fallen and may have been injured."

"Oh, well I'm okay, thanks." You stared at him and waited, but his grip didn't release as fast as you would've liked. "You can let go now."

"Yes, of course, apologies." He released you and took a single step back to stand nearly immobile as he waited for you to make the next move. It was painfully obvious that he was just as uncomfortable with this situation as you were, though he thought he was doing well in hiding it, being an android and all.

"Why are you so nervous?" you asked. "Do you have something bad to tell me? Is Dad okay?"

"No, darling, your father is well, and I have no bad news to share," he hurried to reassure. "I have come here to ask if you would care to join me in the kitchen? I have a surprise that you might find great enjoyment in."

"What is it?"

"(Y/N), If I were to tell you, it would ruin the surprise."

~~~

When you were walking next to Vision, you did your best to stay at his pace, but with your legs being so much shorter you found it a pretty tiring challenge. By the time you made it to the elevator, you could already feel the burn of fatigue working its way down your legs and into your feet. You didn't want to ask him to slow down for you; no, that would be too easy and then you'd have to talk to him. You had decided that a conversation was needed but that didn't mean you were anxious to start one. But then he moved quickly into the lift almost immediately as the doors opened, and you couldn't face the idea of the long path across the first floor to the kitchen without saying something.

"Vision, do you always walk so fast?"

"Oh, dear," he paused, looking down at you, "I hadn't thought to slow my rate of movement for you. I will endeavor to do so from now on. Please don't feel like you cannot tell me these things, (Y/N). I can easily make changes to accommodate."

"M'kay."

The door closed behind you both and you once again stood silent. It wasn't necessarily an awkard silence, but it wasn't exactly comfortable either. You glanced up at him and tried to not stare, but the blatant fact that he didn't need to breathe suddenly became unsettling, though it had never bothered you before. Something about it made you feel like you were alone after all, being babysat by a walking computer that only left you with questions and a need to find something human in him for your comfort more so than his.

"Vision?"

"Yes?"

"Do you eat? I've never seen you eat."

"I do not require sustenance, no."

"That's gotta suck."

"I beg your pardon?" he asked, finally looking down towards you again.

"I dunno," you shrugged, "aren't you sad about missing out on stuff? Like ice cream or pizza?"

Vision raised an eyebrow as he considered the question, his eyes moving as if he were reading a script of his own history in review. "I cannot say that I feel as if I've missed anything...of course, I have never experienced it to create the sadness of loss."

"But could you try if you wanted to?"

"Well...I've never considered...but, I do have the ability to break down the components of many types of nutrition without compromising my systems and without the need to dispose of waste materials."

With a crinkled-up nose and a look that was near disgust, you turned away with a quiet chuckle to cover your true feelings, "ewww, did you just say that you don't have to poop?"

Vision's eyes widened in surprise, just as the elevator doors opened into the hallway, with Wanda standing directly in front of you as she waited for your arrival. Her expression mimicked his, only she seemed to find the conversation far more entertaining than either of you. "You two have the most interesting discussions. This topic might be best to wait until after the surprise though. Wouldn't want to ruin any appetites."

"Why? What did you make?"

"I didn't make anything, (Y/N)," she smiled, "that's what you get to do."

Now your curiosity was piqued; at first when you saw her on the other side of the elevator door, you nearly refused to exit because you thought you were getting time with Vision on your own. But Wanda was keeping her distance so that he stayed at your side, as if she somehow knew exactly what you had said to your dad before he left. "What are you talking about?"

"Come on," she urged. She held out a hand to allow the two of you to go ahead of her, pointing you towards the kitchen as she followed. "Vision thought that maybe you would be sad about Tony leaving for so many days, and it was his idea to try to cheer you up."

"Really?"

"Really."

As you turned the last corner and stepped through the doorway, you couldn't stop the smile that immediately brightened your face even if you had wanted to. The full length of the countertop was covered in no less than ten flavors of ice cream, more bowls of toppings than you cared to count, and three types of cones just waiting for your best creations. "Vision..." you gasped, "you did this for me?"

Vision glanced to Wanda cautiously, but when your eyes were drawn back to his, he looked at you as if no one else were in the room. Whenever he was in your presence, he couldn't fight the overwhelming sense of protectiveness even when there were no dangers in sight. There was no way he could fight it when it was coming from such a large part of who he was. He knelt down in front of you and held out his hands, patiently waiting and watching to see if you would take them to hold. A full minute passed by as you considered it, and when you finally connected there was a visible change in both of you as you accepted the rare moment.

"My dear," he answered, "it was not only I who wanted to do this for you."

"Wanda too?"

"Of course, Wanda too," he smiled softly, "but there's only one way for me to have known exactly what to put in those dishes over there so that they would all be things you loved. JARVIS wants you to know that he didn't forget."