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Vision x Reader |Something New|

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Ever since he met her, she’d been eager to teach him something new. And since she’d saved his life and they became an “item”, as Tony put it, she did even more so. Though he could easily learn all the things he needed to in a matter of seconds (thank you infinite stone and Internet), he preferred to learn with (Name). Probably because she was a living, caring person who loved him more than his AI coding could fathom.

Or...something like that.

“(Name)? Do you have a moment?” He asked, padding up to her softly across the floor. She glanced up from her laptop, reading/typing glasses slipping from her nose.

“What’s up?” She replied with a smile, earning a small one in return. He took a seat next to her, gently pushing the glasses back up so she could see.

“I am in need of nourishment.” Vision stated, making her chuckle. “I believe the...proper term would be ‘hungry’, yes?” He corrected himself. She just shrugged, running a tired hand through (h/c) hair.

“Either way is fine; I like the first version better though. It’s cuter.” She said with a wink, making Vision beam at her behavior. He believed the phrase used there would be called “flirtatious”. There were also more vulgar terminology he had learned on various forums, but he doesn’t talk about those.

“I would like to ask we have a ‘challenge food’ today, however.” He mentioned, and she quirked an eyebrow. “Challenge food”, aka “new type of food he’s never tried/heard of”.

“Well, it’s been a couple weeks since we’ve had one of those, hasn’t it? Since you took such a liking to the bibimbap last time.” (Name) chimed, the very mention of the Korean dish making Vision hungrier. “I think it’s about time we introduce you to something else.

(Name) rose up from the couch, heading for the kitchen area sitting just behind the couch. “Any preferences? Sweet, savory...tangy, maybe?”

“You know I do not have preferences. It is always what you want to present me.” Vision pointed out, and she nodded, knowing she’d taught him well.

“That is very true. Personally, I want something cold, and sweet.”

“We have already tried the ice cream, and popsicles, too.” He told her. “And the shaved ice, as well as Italian...though it all tastes the same to me.”


“True. But I’m definitely feeling the European vibe. Maybe...oh!” She suddenly stopped, spinning on her heel. “I know! Have we tried gelato, yet?”

“Je...lah-tou?” He repeated with a furrowed brow. (Name) snickered and shook her head.

“No, it’s just gelato. Don’t exaggerate the syllables.”

“Jelah-tou?”

“Still messing up the end, but meh. Close enough.” She shrugged, scampering over to the bedroom and grabbing her shoes. Vision watched after her, not enjoying the sight of the “hoodie of destiny” in her hands when she returned. She rolled her eyes when she saw the short frown.

“Is that really necessary?” He questioned sincerely, and she nodded. “But it should not be that long of a-”

“Vish, people still aren’t used to seeing a big red man floating around outside.” (Name) cut him off, tossing the article of clothing at him. “Pull that over your head and let’s go. We’re taking the car, too.”

“Surely I could just fly us-”

“I’m not about to drop 64 floors and get whisked through traffic again, Vision. You remember what happened last time!” She interrupted, not wanting to recall the thousands of screaming people when they plummeted from the Tower. ..Not to mention her screaming, too.

It made headlines, that’s for sure.

“Still…”

“Come on, it’ll be in and out. No big deal. You could always stay, you know.” She mentioned, but Vision was quick to disagree, pulling the hoodie on and taking her hand, leading them to the elevator.

“There are 3,366 sex offenders living in this city with a crime rate equal to the nation’s average. There is no way you are walking out there alone.” Vision stated, the pair of them heading out the front doors and into the lovely world outside.

Though hearing Vision describe it like that made it sound much worse.

“I’ll have you know NYC’s crime rate is down 71 percent.”

“Doesn’t change the fact over 3,000 predators have taken residence here.”

“I’m not worried. After all, you’re here to protect me.” She nudged his shoulder gently, making him smile as they walked.

It didn’t take long to reach the store, and grabbing five or six little tubs of gelato was quick as promised. A few seconds at the self checkout, Vision ducking his head behind the hood of his clothing and nearly getting caught anyways, they made it out perfectly fine.

Which didn’t happen too often.

“You are going to LOVE this stuff!” (Name) grinned, skidding across the floor and dumping the grocery bag of gelato onto the kitchen counter. Vision watched her with that same calculating smile, removing the hoodie before taking his seat next to her at the table.

“Are you sure? It looks strikingly similar to every other iced confection you have had me try.” He said doubtfully, making her chuckle as she grabbed a small container and spoons.

“Trust me, gelato’s way different! It’s really smooth and creamy, and is usually based off more exotic flavors. Like mango, or créme fraîche, or Sicilian almond!”

“Or chocolate?” Vision observed, holding up said container. (Name) pouted, grabbing the mango and unscrewing the top.

“You’re ruining the fun. Point is, gelato’s way different.”

“Gelato is the Italian word for ice cream.”

“...I’m about to beat you over the head with a spoon.”

“My apologies.”

“As I was saying, gelato’s a type of ice cream made in a traditional Italian style. So it’s got a different texture and flavor than your usual American stuff. You’ll like it, for sure! And if you don’t that just means more for me.”

“So that is why you enjoy these ‘challenge food’ days so much. You always pick the things you like more.” Vision observed, but took a spoonful regardless. (Name) just snickered, doing the same.

“I won’t deny, it’s allowed me to enjoy a lot more of my favorite foods than usual.” She murmured, holding her spoon up parallel to his.  “You ready to taste it?”

“Ready as I will ever be.” He replied simply, their eyes locking. She grinned, the spoons up to their lips, now.

“All right. One…”

“Two…”

“Three! Taste!!” (Name) cried, and the gelato slipping into their mouths at the exact same time. Normally, she would’ve revelled in the taste of the creamy stuff, but she kept her eyes wide open to see Vision’s reaction. At first, his face was blank -AKA the “deciding whether it’s good or not” face- and then?

It was like a kid at Christmas.

“(Name)...this is amazing.” Vision finally said, and she giggled at the sheer happiness glowing in his eyes. “This is nothing like ice cream. I cannot believe we didn’t try it sooner!”

“I know, right?! It’s so delicious! It’s one of my favorite foods of all time. I was hoping you’d like it a lot!” She said happily, moving to scoop another spoonful out of the container. Vision was quicker though, grabbing his second bite before she could even get the utensil in the jar.

“Your hopes were well grounded this time. This is truly one of the best foods I have tried so far.” He told her, taking yet another spoonful.

“You gonna let me get some more or what?” You laughed, watching him enjoy the gelato a lot more than you ever could have guessed he would.

“Oh. Right. ...Sorry.” He mumbled, and you could’ve sworn that was a reluctant look in his eyes as he passed the gelato over to you.

“Don’t worry about it. We’ve got like, six more containers of this stuff! If we finish this one up we can just try a different flavor.” You assured him, leaning against his shoulder and taking turns dipping spoons in the jar. “Though it’d probably be best if we didn’t eat this whole thing at once. I don’t feel like working out in the gym for a week straight.”

“That is true...perhaps we should hold off until later to continue.” Vision murmured, and she glanced over at him curiously.

“Are you all right with that? You sound a little down about it.” You mentioned, tilting your head. Vision shook his, quickly taking the lid and screwing it back on the top of the container.

“No, it is fine. I will be looking forward to this evening’s dessert, however.” He replied with a small smile, which you returned brightly. You pecked his cheek before scooting back and heading for the bedroom.

“We’ll try out as many flavors as you want then, Vish. You’ll love it!” You promised, just before disappearing into the room. Vision watched you go, waiting silently until you were completely out of sight and he was totally alone.

When the door shut was when he struck; The container mutely slid to him, the lid coming off and his focus completely switched to the deliciously smooth treat inside.

“Perhaps...one more bite couldn’t hurt…”

The spoon headed for the gelato once again, but suddenly he froze.

’Wait a moment. I cannot. That would be against (Name)’s wishes and disobedient to the rules.’ His coding kicked in, and the spoon retracted.

’But it would just be one small bite...’

’She would be upset if she found out I ate more without her.’

’She would not even notice. And if she did, there is more waiting.’ Vision’s chin rested on the counter, going eye to eye with the devious gelato.

…Take

……Don’t take

………Take

…………Don’t take

……………Take

“...Vision? W-What are you doing?” Your voice suddenly came into the room, and he glanced up to see you near doubled over from his position. “You look like a puppy trying to get food off the table!”

“What? No I do not.” He protested, but didn’t move from his spot. “I was just...having an internal conflict.”

“Over the gelato?”

“...Perhaps.” He mumbled, making her full out laugh in his face. She wiped a tear from her eye, stumbling over to him and giving him a tight hug. Of course the entire thing just made him even more confused.

“What?”

“H-Here! Just take it. I didn’t think you liked it so much you’d try and steal some!”

“I am incapable of stealing; It is against my moral code.”

“Right, right. Well here, you deserve it. I’ll just eat the chocolate flavor, instead.” You smiled, kissing his cheek and storing said gelato away. Vision happily took the mango, already starting on it again.

“Just be sure to save some for me,” He added as you headed back to the bedroom, “I may want to try that flavor, too.”

And trust me, he did. Along with every other flavor in the flat.

Needless to say, Vision was working out an awful lot that week.

~Ende~
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Didn't turn out how I wanted it to at all x'DDD
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"It was like a kid at Christmas" Vision IS Christmas