A Jill of all trades, one of the many reasons why he likes her so much. He has good faith that she'll pick it up quickly. Even if she gets a little wide eyed at the concept of it. She's brilliant, but he might be bias.
It doesn't matter exactly how they hold hands, or walk close, as long as they're together. That's all that truly matters. So long as they have that perfection is already a part of their day to day. Even at its most stressful, even at it's most tempered. They have each other. Things weren't perfect, perhaps they'd never be, but as she stood next to him, hands locked together, it was as prefect as either one of them were going to get in this imperfect life.
"I'm simply the best." He winks back, it's these little nuances he enjoys the most. But her next few words make him pause. It's always so tricky when moments like these come up. Something he enjoys. It's a simple suggestion isn't it? But of course, like so many things about Vision, it's so much more complicated than whats on the surface. He doesn't exactly know what he enjoys. But these moments are making it easier to discover it. There is one simple answer that he can give her right in this moment.
"I am doing something I enjoy." Its a simple, earnest, answer.
She blushes, glancing at him before looking away and shaking her head in amusement. He's unbelievable in many ways, but what Wanda focuses on the most is how he always manages to make her feel light.
Even when she feels utterly trapped beneath the rubble of her grief, Vision is always there, lending a hand and making it bearable. That's something she doesn't understand how he knows to do, but he simply does it. It's something she takes for granted and appreciates at the same time. His presence is always intoxicating for that reason.
"What about bike riding?" she asks, her face still flushed with heat. She looks at him with a smile. "That can be fun. I think they have some great routes we can ride along and see more of the city... and you seem to have great balance." As he has a great everything, really.
"Bike riding?" He blinks, the act is not foreign to him in the sense that he understands the concept. However it's something he's never done, hell it's something he's never even thought about doing. Not on his radar on the slightest.
But right there is why Wanda is good for him.
If he were still locked up tight under the Avengers beck and call there certainly wouldn't be little reflections of self like this. Did he like bike riding? Was coffee something that could be enjoyed? Would he like to see the entirety of the world and all the peoples in it? These were all questions that he didn't know he wanted answers to until he met the woman standing beside him now and every time they were together he found himself asking more and more of them and seeking the answers out together.
What they have may not be perfect but it is needed and as he ponders the deceptively simple question of 'do you want to go on a bike ride and see the city?' he squeezes Wanda's hand subconsciously before settling on his answer;
"I think I should like that. It does sound rather rousing."
"And if you don't, at least you'll know," she says.
It's important to her that Vision finds what he likes and doesn't like. Maybe he'll like bike riding. Maybe he won't. For her, it's the art of discovering it. Seeing him live normally is wonderful… and she likes the fact that she gets to see the look of awe or distaste on his face. It's special.
"It's okay if you don't like everything," she says, gently elbowing his side. "I don't want you to like everything. I don't like things."
He nods as she goes on. He's not entirely sure how he's going to enjoy biking, it's honestly not a thing that's ever crossed his mind. Not for any particular reason, but that's the thing. There's a lot about life he honestly hasn't ever considered and that's part of it's frustration and it's joy.
And one of the reasons these little trips away with Wanda were so eye opening in the first place. She put these little ideas in his head, like bicycle rides and trying Italian coffees.
He can't promise it's going to go well, but he will certainly give it a try. Though her comment of not liking everything that comes her way is an interesting thought in it's own right and as they find the little coffee shop exactly where it was told to be and they settle in to a spot inside the question burns at the forefront of his mind.
Wanda furrows her brows and tilts her head to the side in a show of thinking as she settles back into her seat. There are many things she doesn't like. War. Death. The end of things. Stories having unhappy endings. But those aren't the things she had meant when she had reminded Vision he has permission to dislike things.
She meant simple things. Easier things. The things that don't destroy homes or families.
"I'm not the biggest fan of orange juice," she says with a conspiratorial smile. "Or tomatoes. Birds used to scare me, but I've grown to appreciate them from a distance over the years," she chuckles. Those are all trivial things, things she wonders whether Vision will like at all. Has he been designed to like everything? Will he choose to like everything? It's something Wanda's curious about.
"And the dark," she says quietly with a small shake of her head and a soft smile, "I don't like the dark."
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It doesn't matter exactly how they hold hands, or walk close, as long as they're together. That's all that truly matters. So long as they have that perfection is already a part of their day to day. Even at its most stressful, even at it's most tempered. They have each other. Things weren't perfect, perhaps they'd never be, but as she stood next to him, hands locked together, it was as prefect as either one of them were going to get in this imperfect life.
"I'm simply the best." He winks back, it's these little nuances he enjoys the most. But her next few words make him pause. It's always so tricky when moments like these come up. Something he enjoys. It's a simple suggestion isn't it? But of course, like so many things about Vision, it's so much more complicated than whats on the surface. He doesn't exactly know what he enjoys. But these moments are making it easier to discover it. There is one simple answer that he can give her right in this moment.
"I am doing something I enjoy." Its a simple, earnest, answer.
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Even when she feels utterly trapped beneath the rubble of her grief, Vision is always there, lending a hand and making it bearable. That's something she doesn't understand how he knows to do, but he simply does it. It's something she takes for granted and appreciates at the same time. His presence is always intoxicating for that reason.
"What about bike riding?" she asks, her face still flushed with heat. She looks at him with a smile. "That can be fun. I think they have some great routes we can ride along and see more of the city... and you seem to have great balance." As he has a great everything, really.
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But right there is why Wanda is good for him.
If he were still locked up tight under the Avengers beck and call there certainly wouldn't be little reflections of self like this. Did he like bike riding? Was coffee something that could be enjoyed? Would he like to see the entirety of the world and all the peoples in it? These were all questions that he didn't know he wanted answers to until he met the woman standing beside him now and every time they were together he found himself asking more and more of them and seeking the answers out together.
What they have may not be perfect but it is needed and as he ponders the deceptively simple question of 'do you want to go on a bike ride and see the city?' he squeezes Wanda's hand subconsciously before settling on his answer;
"I think I should like that. It does sound rather rousing."
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It's important to her that Vision finds what he likes and doesn't like. Maybe he'll like bike riding. Maybe he won't. For her, it's the art of discovering it. Seeing him live normally is wonderful… and she likes the fact that she gets to see the look of awe or distaste on his face. It's special.
"It's okay if you don't like everything," she says, gently elbowing his side. "I don't want you to like everything. I don't like things."
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And one of the reasons these little trips away with Wanda were so eye opening in the first place. She put these little ideas in his head, like bicycle rides and trying Italian coffees.
He can't promise it's going to go well, but he will certainly give it a try. Though her comment of not liking everything that comes her way is an interesting thought in it's own right and as they find the little coffee shop exactly where it was told to be and they settle in to a spot inside the question burns at the forefront of his mind.
"What are things you don't like."
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She meant simple things. Easier things. The things that don't destroy homes or families.
"I'm not the biggest fan of orange juice," she says with a conspiratorial smile. "Or tomatoes. Birds used to scare me, but I've grown to appreciate them from a distance over the years," she chuckles. Those are all trivial things, things she wonders whether Vision will like at all. Has he been designed to like everything? Will he choose to like everything? It's something Wanda's curious about.
"And the dark," she says quietly with a small shake of her head and a soft smile, "I don't like the dark."