The only thing that currently separates Vision from the slew of people around them is the simple fact that he's considerably taller. Aside from that he looked perfectly average, admittedly. Fair skin, blonde hair. Average features with light eyes that if you looked too closely at you may see odd variations. For whatever reason he hadn't found a way he could hide his eyes entirely, but the good thing about being tall was that he met gazes of others a lot less frequently.
He'd been playing with ability of direct projection somewhat as of late. Previously to being out in the world there hadn't been much need for it. Who was he trying to hide when he was at the compound? Not a single person didn't know more about his own life than he did. And there hadn't been much desire to leave prior to Wanda being there. But now? Things were different. They were so very different. And now out in the open, in another country, the last thing he was very interested in was sticking out like a big, red, sore thumb.
It was already likely odd enough that this tall man was hovering on the edges of a small gathering park in the heart of this small little town, nestled just outside the major city, just watching the way people interacted with one another. Their gentle movements and mundane conversations with a language he understood so vividly as though they were speaking English despite never actually hearing the tones and verbalization of the individual voices that carried these simple conversations to one another.
He was so wrapped in it that the tapping of his shoulder is missed, but thankfully the voice is not and he spins to met its speaker. The corners of his lips curling to make way for a broad smile the second his gaze met hers. There were a lot of things, emotionally, that still needed figuring out. He understood them in their basics, there was no way he couldn't, but he had never felt them. True joy had been one of the first, and that gift had been giving to him by Wanda.
Perhaps some day he'd tell her. Perhaps, she already knew.
"Wanda." His voice is soft, subconsciously matching her own. "I am delighted to see you..."
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He'd been playing with ability of direct projection somewhat as of late. Previously to being out in the world there hadn't been much need for it. Who was he trying to hide when he was at the compound? Not a single person didn't know more about his own life than he did. And there hadn't been much desire to leave prior to Wanda being there. But now? Things were different. They were so very different. And now out in the open, in another country, the last thing he was very interested in was sticking out like a big, red, sore thumb.
It was already likely odd enough that this tall man was hovering on the edges of a small gathering park in the heart of this small little town, nestled just outside the major city, just watching the way people interacted with one another. Their gentle movements and mundane conversations with a language he understood so vividly as though they were speaking English despite never actually hearing the tones and verbalization of the individual voices that carried these simple conversations to one another.
He was so wrapped in it that the tapping of his shoulder is missed, but thankfully the voice is not and he spins to met its speaker. The corners of his lips curling to make way for a broad smile the second his gaze met hers. There were a lot of things, emotionally, that still needed figuring out. He understood them in their basics, there was no way he couldn't, but he had never felt them. True joy had been one of the first, and that gift had been giving to him by Wanda.
Perhaps some day he'd tell her. Perhaps, she already knew.
"Wanda." His voice is soft, subconsciously matching her own. "I am delighted to see you..."