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Something about this put him in a state of unease, but he chalked it up to the other’s foreign mannerisms and his, well innocence. The android almost immediately took a step back, all too happy to excuse himself and make the short call to a rather concerned Natasha. However, despite how naive he could be, Vision wasn’t exactly weak. He could handle himself. And she understood that.

“Do I... get to know your name?” the android asked once the call was over. 

He didn’t even hide his smirk at that alright, noting the way the the android kept his gaze down in such a short time. The fingers of his left hand curling inward at the mention of the wench, yet the grin did not falter. “If you must, my pet, do tell…. her… that you wish to learn the ways of your world, far more than you have seen before.” He stepped closer, tipping his head in an almost seemingly kind gesture. “Your Master shall be waiting.”

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The android bit back the quick ‘whatever’ that threatened to leave his mouth. That would be... immature. Well, more immature than what he’s already done. In truth, he was only upset that he got caught. The android carefully took the folder from off his head, because he was not a table, and returned it to her. “When you say it like that, it makes it sound you are being paid to babysit overgrown children with chaotic powers.”

Bobbi shrugged and reached up to balance the folder on Jonas’s head.  “Not your paperwork to do.  It is actually my job, you know.  I try to keep all y’all out of trouble, it’s not just you.  And I mostly succeed,” she added, smiling.

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How cute. Children were often shy, right? He hoped his... appearance didn’t startle the small one. He hated himself for this, but... that wasn’t his biggest concern at the moment. “Natasha, I...” am sorry? Miss you? Would that even be enough? He had ended things because he thought it would be the best, not to cause more damage.

Vision’s optics flicked downward as the words came from his mouth, “Who is... who are you with now? If you... don’t mind me asking.” 

The friend in question observed Vision curiously, his arms still wrapped around Natasha’s neck. “This is my son, Benjamin,” She explained. “Do you want to say hi to mommy’s .. friend, Vision?” She asked near her son’s ear. He gave Vision a small wave before burying his face in the crook of her neck, making Natasha smile softly and smooth his curls a little.

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WHO THE #*&% ARE THE YOUNG AVENGERS?

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“It would seem you two have much more in common than I previously thought, but perhaps you cannot see that.”

“If you are speaking of Dr. Henry Pym, I understand your shame.”

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Wanda tucked her head in against Vision's shoulder, kissing the juncture between it and his neck. "I didn't think you'd ever want to be close to me like this again." She admitted, arms wrapping around him to hold him close.

He... he shouldn’t want anything to do with her. He knew this. He should be angry and... at least hold a grudge. Why was this so hard? He... shouldn’t be smiling as he gently held her waist. “I suppose... affection does odd things. I cannot stay mad at you, Wanda.”

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//DAD YOU’RE EMBARRASSING ME.

@quiksilverfast replied to your photo:

does that make it better or worse?

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Out of Armor;

So a while ago I picked up this slightly sassier than she looks girl

And um Names I need name ideas, pls help?

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                      A family is a risky venture,                           because the greater the love,                                 the greater the loss…                                     That’s the trade-off.                                            But I’ll take it all.

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Part of him wanted to jerk away from her as memories of... before came flooding back. He had trusted her before and well, he ended up dead... but this time he would stand his ground.

“I suppose simply because we had something once. Perhaps because I felt that you would be the only one who truly cared that I was back.” Or maybe it was more selfish than that. The desire of an explanation? An apology? Just... something. “Crying never fixes anything, Wanda,” he stated, using a thumb to wipe away her tears.

He didn’t come here for her.

He came here for him.

... Right?

Wanda froze when he took her bottle away, the shock bringing her slightly out of her drunken state. He’d never done that before. He’d only lectured her, not actually took her bottle away. She slowly got up, having to hold onto the back of the couch before she reached out, fingers brushing against his cheek. He felt different. Different than her illusions that were built on her memories. 

She jerked her hand back away from him, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. She took a step back, breath catching in her throat. “W-Why… Viz, why the hell would you come to see me? God, of course I want to see you, but… But why would you want to see me? I… I don’t… I’m not… ” She was falling all over her words, choking up as the tears fell.

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“Technically speaking, I suppose it’s something along those lines. However, I do not want to associated with someone who will repeat the same mistakes over and over again.”

@pleasecallmejonas pushed my buttons

“Great-Grandson?”

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“He is not more important than you.”

He wasn’t going to defend himself because honestly he was in the wrong. Vision messed up. He was only... well not human, but the saying still worked. He wasn’t perfect.

“Thomas, I...” the android sighed softly, taking a moment to sort out his words. “I am so sorry. You are right. I did not think about how it would look.  I was selfish, I suppose I always have been. I truly wish there was a way to make it up to you.”

But it was much too late for that, wasn’t it? Was there even any way he could?

“You chose to visit one child and completely ignored the other and that caused no guilt on your end. None at all.” Anger and pain burned in Tommy’s chest. “You acknowledge one as your son and don’t even bother to try to meet the other and that was perfectly fine in your eyes.”

“And you didn’t take a second to think about what that would look like. How I might feel about it.” The speedster’s voice broke a little. “I got to hear Billy gush about you. About how he came to see you and talk to you. And I thought that maybe you’d meant to come see both of us, I mean, I had just moved out. I’d submit my change of address to the Avengers like I was supposed to and you’d come visit me too.” And Tommy had waited. Had hoped a whole month before giving up.

“Because the kid who already has a loving supportive family is more important than the fuckup without one.”

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[text: adoptive mother] Oh, that’s right. The whole limited memory thing. :(

[text: adoptive mother] Wait! Okay, give me a few minutes. I’ll be there.

[text: tiny robot son]  Honestly, child, I’ve lost track of your coffee shops.

[text: tiny robot son]  I’m pouring the coffee with one hand and texting with the other. Are you coming over or what?

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                                               And if I recover                                       Will you be my comfort                                              Or it can be over                                   Or we can just leave it here

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“Find someone?” he echoed. He wasn’t generally the one people came to for such things... well, unless it was one of his teammates who did something wrong. “I suppose I could try to be of assistance. Who are you searching for? And for what reason?”

He smirked and shook his head. “Only teasing. But that’s all irrelevant. I need to ask you where I can find someone.”

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Out of Data;

Guess who’s back to ruin your lives? And somehow gained a ton of followers

[pleasecallmejonas]

"Hello, brother."

“Brother...? Ah, um... hello.”