- The tall, red android allowed his metal fingers to fly across the keyboard of one of the many computers in Tony Stark's lab. The codes he was trying to implement were almost set and ready to be put in use. Vision's entire concentration was locked in the computer.

"Alright, and-" he trailed off, calculating the final few instructions in his head. "Done," Vision said. His voice came out in a soft whisper as he clicked the big ENTER button on the keyboard. Suddenly, a different exterior appearance formed around the android. It began to cover him from the top before spreading down his body to the bottom of his metal feet. He looked down, watching every inch of him became more and more human-like, and he loved it.

"Thank you for your assistance, FRIDAY," Vision said aloud, talking to the source of artificial intelligence that worked inside of all of the bots and computers after JARVIS had been converted into an android person. "Your gratitude is appreciated, Sir. May I ask what this is for?" the bot asks as she began to exit out of the software that it and Vision were just previously working on. "Something that Mr. Stark will certainly not approve of," Vision began, holding up a small mirror in his hand to view his new appearance, "and something that I hope you keep between the two of us." "As you wish, sir. Thank you," FRIDAY responded as she powered herself off.

Vision continued to admire the new human looking him in the mirror. The only part of Vision that was still identifiable was the Mind Stone that was perfectly placed in the center of his forehead. He touched it lightly with his finger that now had almost the exact texture of real human skin.
Vision was evolving. He knew that. He could feel himself becoming almost more and more human every day. Of course, he still had his Internet based intelligence, but it's almost as if now that was the only thing inside of him keeping him an android. Vision developed more human feelings by the day. He was an empathetic, kind, protective android who could barely live with his technological title.

"Hey!" a voice from behind Vision called. The booming shout was followed by a quick pang of some sort of machine, or weapon, starting up. "I don't know who the hell you are or how you got in here, but I suggest you stay out of my lab, pal-" "Mr. Stark! It is me," Vision interrupted who was previously known as his master. Turning around, he revealed his new light toned, chiseled face and light fluffy hair. Vision then recognized that Tony had on one of the arm sleeves of his Iron Man suit on, charges and ready to blast. Tony looked at the man - well - almost man. He took note of the stone in his head before his rage continued. "What have you done with Vision, you son of a bitch?" he boomed once again. Tony shot at Vision causing him to impulsively and instantly switch back into his scarlet red, bulletproof form of an android. When Tony saw this, his mouth practically fell open.

"Now, Mr. Stark, I would have to advise you to take a few deep breaths and grab ahold of reality. I hope I would be right to assume that you recognize my voice?" asked Vision, speaking in a slower, more mechanical way just for the sake of bringing Stark to realization. Tony soon lowered his arm, letting the iron sleeve fall to the floor. Once Vision knew he was calm, his human form emerged again, this time instantly instead of in such a graceful, organized matter as last time.

"Vision, what have you done to yourself? You look..." Tony walked towards Vision, holding out his hands in front of him, ready to feel. He first grabbed Vision's hand and almost immediately dropped it in shock. "It feels like real skin," he commented, amazed. "How did you do that?" Tony asked, examining other features of Vision's exterior human form. He felt more of his hands and fingers before moving upward to his ears and even his lips to quickly inspect whether or not that was real, as well. It was more for his own sake than for Vision's. The famous Tony Stark was proud that he was able to think up such an artificial intelligence unit that was as advanced as Vision was.

"Mr. Stark," said Vision as he began to to answer the previous question. "Over the years, ever since I was born as an android, I have begun to feel more...human. I feel things inside of me that my processor cannot determine. I, myself have made a personal theory that these feelings are in fact emotions. I wish to go out into the world without being looked upon with fear and pretend that, at least in my own mind, I am nothing more than what you are."

With every last bit of truth that came out of Vision's mouth, he had failed to mention the main reason that he wished to look human.

He wanted to do it for Wanda.

Ever since his birth at Ultron, Vision found himself drawn to the beautiful, fragile girl that spit sorcery from her own hands. For he was not lying when he explained feeling human emotions; he simply left out the part that he was in love. In love with a girl who was considered a threat to society and a criminal to the law. But it didn't matter to him, because she felt the same way about him.

Compatible to say the least. It was a monster who was treated like a human who was hopelessly in love with a human who was treated like a monster. Their crisscross of similarities, along with a chain of other various reasons was what brought the two together.

After Steve Rogers let the arrested 'criminals' out of their cells, all of the rebel Avengers who didn't sign the Sokovia Accords did what they could to be in hiding. Clint retired (again), Scott Lang was put on house arrest, Bucky was sent to Wakanda, and finally, Sam, Steve, and Natasha stuck together. Wanda trailed along with them due to a feeling of belonging nowhere else in the world and being too scared to figure out if she truly did or not. However, due to the support and help of Steve Rogers, Vision and Wanda were able to sneak their moments together behind Tony's back, as well as the world's. But now, Vision wished for something more.

He knew that neither he or Wanda could stand being away from each other for so long again. The two were both willing to do the most that they could, even if it meant breaking the law or the chance that Tony will want anything to do with either of them afterwards, to be together.

"Okay, I've just got to ask. You got the junk or what?" asked Tony, making a ridiculously brief motion towards the area of which he was referring to. "Mr. Stark, I ask you to please leave this professional," Vision said in response. "Yeah, okay, but that doesn't answer my question, robot," Tony fired back, causing Vision to slightly roll his eyes and face a different direction, refusing to give Tony the satisfaction of the answer.

"Tony," Vision began again, nervous about the reaction of using his first name, "I thank you for all that you've done for me: for creating me, believing in my possibilities, and shaping the - person - I am today." Vision hesitated with the label. He knew it wasn't who he was, but he so desperately wished it was, even for a few weeks.

"My gratitude towards you could never be extended quite enough, but I personally believe it is time that I should go out and take a walk. I've never been on one, you know," Vision said, cracking a smile, showing his artificial perfect human teeth for the first time.

Tony stared at Vision and sighed. "Jesus Christ," he muttered, "why'd you have to make yourself look like a super model or something? Has anyone ever flirted with you? Huh? Because that's what's going to be out there, buddy. Girls. Lots. You know what? Guys, too. We're in an open-minded generation." Tony went on and on, flailing his arms around and pacing back and forth. Vision just observed with an eyebrow raised. All he could hope for is the flirting question to be rhetorical.

Eventually, though, Tony stopped. Walking over to Vision once again, Tony cautiously clasped Vision's shoulders. "I knew this day would come, just not this quickly. Come, I'll take you out," Tony said, smiling. He was getting rather emotional, but he hid it just like every other sentimental moment the playboy could muster up.

"Tony, with all do respect, I believe it is about time I go and try this out alone?" Vision suggested, hoping he'd agree. Tony then sighed, offering nothing but a nod as a response.

Vision smiled, patting the firm hands that were on his shoulders. "Thank you, sir. For everything," he said.

He felt that it was an appropriate thing to say to Tony for his last words to him in a while.

At that moment, Vision went into one of the empty rooms on the edges of the the Avengers Headquarters that used to belong to one of the Avengers before the Accords. Vision opened the window, placing a large suitcase right next to it.

Then, as if he had never done the sneaky act of hiding a bag for himself, Vision grabbed a light jacket to blend in with the autumn New York crowd and made way for the exit door of the Avenger building for the first time as a human and unattended. As soon as his artificial skin touched the cool, crisp air, the Mind Stone disappeared from view of the common eye.

One of the several guards escorted Vision away from the premises and into the city in a fake taxi cab. Vision was dropped off in a busy looking, bustling city of people. The android could feel excitement buzzing through his circuits and zapping through his wiring. He wasn't used to not being around people that were either arguing or threat to him or one of him friends. It was quite a new and relaxing experience.

The first and only establishment that Vision planned on walking inside of that day was only a few blocks away from where he was dropped off. The feeling of freedom was almost putting him at a high.

As he walked along, Vision greeted each person he past with a smile and a 'Hello' in his bright, British accent. He could pass as a tourist, he thought.

Most of the replied back were from grumpy people who were forced to walk to work, being irritated by literally any form of contact. The most they gave him was a short grunt, or maybe a a 'hi' if their coffee hadn't gone cold yet. But there was hope. He past more people who were pleasantly cheery and seemed to put an extra bounce in their steps. All in all, Vision was excited to see all the varieties of common people.

Vision soon reached his destination. A small (which is odd for this crowded city in New York) but cozy coffee shop which was favorited by Wanda.

As he walked, he saw many people, mainly women sitting and sipping coffee, chatting with someone either next to or across from them. Everyone in the building seemed content, a feeling that Vision barely ever found when all of the Avengers were put together in a room this size.

"Yes, good day, sir," Vision said as he walked up to the counter and pulled out a wallet from his coat pocket, "I would like a large vanilla bean frappuccino with caramel drizzle, please."

"Name?"

"Victor."

"Alright, $3.28, big guy," the young man said, commenting specifically on the height of the android in disguise. Vision quickly found his change and paid the price. "That should be right up for you."

"Thank you," Vision responded.

Vision walked wandered around the small space before choosing a small table in the back to wait for Wanda's favorite drink. He needed a private place to do what he had to do.

"I'm sorry, Tony," Vision whispered before shutting down the communication system that was built inside of him, losing his ways of quick contact and location tracker with his maker, Tony Stark. This was an internal process that didn't cause Vision much pain at all, so he could easily do this in the public eye.

"Large Frap. for Victor!" a voice called out from the front counter. Vision stepped up and thanked the young man before exiting the coffee shop.

Vision spent the rest of his afternoon and evening laying low and walking around the city. Being how smart he was, he easily figured that he could find his way back to Avengers Headquarters to take his bag.

The city, especially at night, Vision found, was gorgeous. He never had the opportunity to peacefully look at a view as nice as the one he saw that night. But unfortunately, it was time for Vision to leave.

The plan was this: Vision was going to secretly retrieve the suitcase for himself in the window of the Avengers Headquarters without being seen. Then, he would fly to a more relaxed town in New York and purchase a ticket to a location that he and Steve had agreed on. There, a chauffeur would be waiting for Vision ready to take him to the secret location where Sam's jet would be ready for him. Wanda would be there, too. The two were finally going to get away. Alone.

And so it was done.

Vision ended up in a more or less deserted patch of farm land in a moderately empty rural town. When Vision was ordered to step out of the small black vehicle with tinted windows, he saw, in the distance, the jet that belonged to Sam Wilson exactly as planned. Aboard was Sam himself, Natasha, and Steve. Standing outside, waiting for Vision as he walked through the mass of tall, dying grass was Wanda Maximoff.

In the moment that Vision was barely a foot apart from her, a tear slid from the eye of the Scarlet Witch. It was an overwhelming, yet beautiful sight to see who she loved in a form that he could love himself in. She never would have thought that she'd see the day that Vision would look like this...but here he was.

"Vis, you worked this hard just so it could be safe to be seen outside with me?" Wanda asked, feeling her heart pounding inside her chest.

But Vision wasn't the only one who worked hard to cover his identity. Wanda's Sokovia accent had faded away into more of an American one. It had been for quite some time, but at this point, you could hardly tell the difference. Besides, it was harder to keep track of her progress since he barely could see her before. He didn't comment on the accent change now, though. It wasn't the time for questions like that. They'd have all the time they wanted, now.

Vision lifted up his hand and caressed the side of Wanda's face, massaging her cheek gently with his thumb. "For you, love," Vision began, the stone in his head that he had allowed to be visible in the car ride there was illuminating her face in the darkness of the evening, "I'd do anything."

And in that moment, Wanda refused to contain herself any longer. She threw her arms around Vision's neck, pulled him closer than they'd ever been before, and kissed him on his perfectly pink, plump, and artificial lips. As Vision wrapped his strong arms around the girl and pulled her close to him in the intensity of the couple's first kiss, Wanda's favorite beverage that came out of her favorite coffee shop fell out of Vision's hand and onto the cold, hard ground.

Day Number One.