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Vision looked out at the snow-covered New York landscape. He sighed; it was soft, barely noticeable, but still there. Because Vision had a problem. A very, very serious problem.

You refused to tell him what you wanted for Valentine's Day.

He didn't know what it was, not at first. The term had passed through his AI at one point, but he didn't think too much of it considering he didn't need to know what it was. Of course, now that he was married and this was your first Valentine's together, he figured it was important.

Particularly when Tony brought it up in the lab on Valentine's Eve.

"So tell me, lover droid, what are you planning on getting your lady for Valentine's?" He asked, casually coding away on some new program. "Nothing too big, right?"

"I do not know what you mean." He replied with a quirk of his head. Tony scoffed.

"Really? With all the tech lodged in your head I figured you knew everything, already." He mused.

Vision shrugged, turning his attention to the coding that flew onto the screen. "It did not appear to have much importance, at the time. The holiday was more pushed in the back of my data files, along with Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, New Year's, Saint Patrick's Day, Halloween, Thanksgiv-"

"-Basically any excuse to get drunk and throw a wild party, you threw out?" Tony laughed, though Vision was quick to correct.

"Not thrown out. Dismissed."

"In your world, that's the same thing. THough I guess it's good you didn't completely trash it; (Name) would be upset if you just ignored something as big as V-day." Tony replied.

"You missed a bracket on line 4782." Vision pointed to the code that ran across the screen. "Why would (Name) be upset?"

"Valentine's is the hallmark of romantic holidays for couples, of course. It's only natural she'd be expecting something from you. You know, the weird android kind-of-man that married her?"

"I suppose there is validation in your point." Vision murmured to himself, and his brow furrowed. "However, I am unsure whether I should purchase something for her, or not."

"Uh, duh, yes you should." Tony looked up at him as if he weren't an extremely intelligent person, "What you buy is totally up to you, but she's going to be expecting it. You better get with it before she realizes you don't have a plan, Mr. Robotto."

"What would you suggest I get her?" He questioned his creator, glancing away from their project with a curious quirk to his lips. "Nothing extravagant, I hope."

"Well, there goes plans A through H." Tony sighed. He paused his work to approach Vision, "Usually the ladies love it when their S.O. grabs them something nice, and a touch cliché; roses, chocolates in those little heart boxes, giant teddy bears, balloons... Balloons shaped like hearts, mind you. And the bear has to be holding a heart too, right? With some cheesy line like "You're 'beary' important to me, or something."

"'Beary' is not a word, Tony. I believe you meant to say 'very', yes?"

"Nope." Tony wrapped his knuckles against Vision's forehead, "Looks like (Name) still hasn't taught you about puns or plays on words yet, has she?"

"I do not think so. Although, I'm sure if I research it enough, I'll be able to-"

"-Research later." Tony interrupted him, grabbing Vision and turning him to the door. "You've got to buy something nice for your lady. I gave you plenty of great ideas, and if that's not enough you can tap into your Internet head and figure something out."

"Even so, it would help if I had your assistance with (Name)'s personal preferences and-"

"-No time! Just get out there and go, before the kids who're late to pick up presents steal the stock!" Tony ushered him out without another word, slamming the door behind him. Vision stared in disbelief, watching him mouth "Get her something solid!" and shooting him a thumbs up.

Then he was completely abandoned.

"What am I supposed to do, now...?" Vision muttered to himself, searching his database for the ideal stores for Valentine's gifts that he needed. The process was cut short by a familiar voice calling to him from the bottom of the steps.

"Hey, Vizh? Are you busy, right now?" You called, and he snapped from his search in an instant. He floated to the the steps, penthouse filled with the gray light of a snow-covered sun. It didn't hide your obvious beauty, which he noted was enhanced thanks to a little extra make-up.

"What do you need?" He asked, meeting you at the bottom of the stairs. You smiled sweet as usual, fiddling with a watch you were trying unsuccessfully to put on.

"I was planning on heading out with Nat and Wanda, this evening. We probably won't be back until later."

"Later as in this evening, or...?"

"Knowing them? Probably tomorrow." You chuckled, "That won't be a problem, will it? I could always come home early, or just not go, if you don't want to. Especially considering what day it's going to be, tomorrow."

"I know what day it is. I actually just found out." Vision told you, gently taking the watch and snapping it around your wrist with tender care. "I will be alright if you decide to stay out. In fact, I would prefer it."

"Is that so?" You quirked an eyebrow, looking at him suspiciously. "So you don't want to spend Valentine's with your wife, huh?"

"That's not it at all." Vision shook his head, frowning as if he was trying to right a great wrong. "I would prefer it so I can properly prepare your present."

"You're getting me something? Aw, you don't have to do that." You grinned, eyes sparkling with the idea he might be doing something special. "I've spent plenty of Valentine's Days alone, presents free. I wouldn't mind spending it with you."

"I insist. Tony has already informed me that gifts are part of the holiday. I will not fail in this regard, not for you." He promised. "Now, I suggest you join our comrades. They do not want to be kept waiting."

"How can you tell?"

"I can sense Wanda's uneasiness 69 floors up. Something tells me this outing wasn't her idea." He told you, and you laughed.

"Nat said she needed to get out more, and Wanda only agreed to go if I came along. But she's still trying to get out of it; something tells me she's not a party animal."

"I think you're right." You smirked. Your lips met his for a chaste kiss before heading out, leaving him with his thoughts as you headed for your impending adventure. "I'll see you later, alright? I'll try and get back early morning, at least!"

"I will be glad to see you home whatever time you deem proper." Vision sent you off with a curt nod. He waited until you disappeared before initiating his plan, flying across the penthouse and phasing through the windows. His gaze immediately locked onto his target, only a few kilometers from where he floated.

'Perfect.' He thought, an inkling of a smile on his face. 'Now I am certain I'll be able to surprise (Name)... She'll never see her surprise coming.'

Considering the fact he'd thought it up a nanosecond ago (thank you, Infinity Stone), he would be fairly surprised by it, too. Particularly your reaction once you saw what he dreamed up.

~*~

And oh, what a night it was.

As you thought, it took the entire night from nine p.m. to four in the morning, Natasha ruthlessly dragging you both around to various clubs and teaching you the art of discerning the hot, potential dates from not-so-hot, potential creeps.

This adventure became even more interesting when Natasha gave Wanda her first straight shot of vodka, and brought the Avenger's powerful witch down to a hysterical drunk. You enjoyed watching Natasha point her towards attractive men and watch her shoot Russian slurs at them, show them her "magic" (not what the guys were expecting), and proceeding to make an utter fool of herself.

The second you were back in the Tower, you breathed a sigh of relief. Tasha, on the other hand, would have to deal with the soon-to-be angry Scarlet Witch once she recovered from a killer hangover.

'That's why we don't let Nat give us drinks.' You thought, watching Natasha help Wanda to her room. She shot you a hungover wink before disappearing down the corridor. You were thankful for the soundproofed floors as you made your way to your flat, knowing Wanda would be shrieking at Natasha in a little while.

It made you all the more grateful for the sanctity of your home once you exited the elevator. While you expected the nice peace and quiet, you hardly expected to see Vision standing literally right in front of you.

"Vision-?"

"Welcome home." He said softly, floating up to you with a warm smile. "Did you enjoy your night out?"

"Well...it was an interesting experience, for sure." You told him, "Keep this in mind for the future; don't let Wanda get drunk. Things get a little crazy. ...Crazier than they already are with a kid like her." You added. He nodded in understanding, allowing you to hold his arm to keep balance, walking towards the bedroom.

"You look exhausted. I'm assuming you were the supervisor?"

"Something like that. All I know's I'm beat and ready for a long day of sleep." You told him with a hefty sigh, leaning against his shoulder. "I'm about to fall asleep walking, to be honest."

"I would not recommend that." He replied, "Have you forgotten what today is?"

"S'the fourteenth, right?"

"Valentine's."

"Ah." You cracked your eyes open to see his minutely eager face. Blearily your eyes narrowed. "You have something big planned, don't you?"

"Not necessarily. Although I will admit, I may have gotten a few more things than I initially intended." He told you. Your eyebrows rose before sleepily resting against him again.

"You know I'm not a huge fan of the excessive. Tony Stark has taught me that excess is definitely not a good thing."

"Agreed. Which is why I'm sure you won't mind what presents I decided to purchase." He responded cryptically, and paused in front of the bedroom door that was mysteriously closed.

"Is it in there?"

"Indeed. Now, close your eyes."

"Done and done."

"You mustn't open them until I say so, understand?"

"I don't think I will even if you do." You chuckled tiredly. Vision hummed in agreement, slowly opening the door.

"Then please step inside." He guided you into the room, shutting the door behind him. You felt him lead you to the center of the room, and then his hand closing over yours with soft anticipation. "Are you ready?"

"Ready, Freddy."

"My name is not 'Freddy'-"

"-It's a phrase."

"I see. In that case, please open your eyes."

The second you complied, your mind was blown.

You stared at the bedroom in awe; it was covered ceiling to floor in every Valentine's gift you ever could have imagined. Heart-shaped balloons of every color littered the ceiling, dozens of rose petals scattered across the floor and showering the seven different heart-bearing teddies. Not to mention the neatly stacked boxes of chocolates, some of the more luxurious brand. And settled in the heart of the room, right on the bed, was a precariously prepared, bouquet to end all bouquet's, batch of three dozen roses.

"Vision...there's no way you did all this!" You gasped, hands flying to your mouth as your brain struggled to process it all. "This is amazing!"

"I wanted to get you something you would like. Tony suggested many different traditional gifts. He said they were all common gifts you'd enjoy, however I couldn't pick just one or two. And so I thought it best to cover all of them."

"You did that and more..." You breathed, slowly walking around the room. The de-thorned roses waited for your hand, carefully lifting the heavy display of flowers and setting them on the table across the room. Then you sank onto the bed, staring at everything. Literally everything in the room was covered in something red, pink or white.

"It's over-the-top, isn't it?" Vision asked you as he came to your side, levitating just over the bed with a concerned look in his eyes. "I was hoping it wouldn't be too much, but there were so many choices I wasn't sure what you would want, so..."

"You played it safe." You giggled. Your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him over your body so you could look up at him properly. "Well, I'd say you did a fantastic job. But next time, maybe you could narrow it down some. Like, red roses, pink teddy bear, white balloons? Or a combination like that. I wouldn't mind."

"But you do like this display?" He checked, making sure he hadn't done too much. While it was painfully obvious he did, and you had no idea how he paid for all of it (Tony's credit card was most likely involved), you couldn't have been happier.

You showed this through a lingering kiss. "...I adore it. I adore you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Vision."

Your assurance made him smile brighter than you'd ever seen, which sent your heart fluttering more than it already was. His hands came around you respectfully, drawing you nearer to him. "It pleases me beyond words to hear you say that. And I wish for you to know that I feel the same."

"Just the same?" You mused. The tiniest chuckle escaped his lips, and he snuck one of the teddy bears waiting on the bed and pushed it into your face.

"I feel the 'beary' same. Get it?"

"You did not just say that." You snorted, batting the stuffed animal away to see amusement twinkling in his robotic eyes. "And they say you don't know how to use puns."

"It was my first attempt, actually." He confessed, before initiating the next kiss. And the next, and the next, and whatever countless pecks that followed.

You didn't plan on leaving the bedroom for a while.

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"...Hey, lovebirds. Got room for one more?"

"N-Natasha?? What are you doing in the window??"

"Wanda just got over the hangover and she remembered what happened last night. All that flirting? Yeah, maybe not my best idea."

"Okay, but why are you barging into my room? We're kind of having a moment."

"I figured, judging by all this nasty Valentine's clutter. How tacky can it get?"

"Tacky? What does that mean...?"

"Don't look it up. It means wonderful."

"In that case, thank you, Ms. Romanoff."

"Sure. Now as a favor, you'll let me hide in here for a while, alright?"

"Um, no! We're busy!!"

"Just keep it in the pants until Wanda calms down, I promise I'll make it up to you. Deal?"

"Definitely not!"

"Come on, it'll only take a few hours-"

"OUT!!!"

~Ende~

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Vision looked out at the snow-covered New York landscape. He sighed; it was soft, barely noticeable, but still there. Because Vision had a problem. A very, very serious problem.

You refused to tell him what you wanted for Valentine's Day.

He didn't know what it was, not at first. The term had passed through his AI at one point, but he didn't think too much of it considering he didn't need to know what it was. Of course, now that he was married and this was your first Valentine's together, he figured it was important.

Particularly when Tony brought it up in the lab on Valentine's Eve.

"So tell me, lover droid, what are you planning on getting your lady for Valentine's?" He asked, casually coding away on some new program. "Nothing too big, right?"

"I do not know what you mean." He replied with a quirk of his head. Tony scoffed.

"Really? With all the tech lodged in your head I figured you knew everything, already." He mused.

Vision shrugged, turning his attention to the coding that flew onto the screen. "It did not appear to have much importance, at the time. The holiday was more pushed in the back of my data files, along with Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, New Year's, Saint Patrick's Day, Halloween, Thanksgiv-"

"-Basically any excuse to get drunk and throw a wild party, you threw out?" Tony laughed, though Vision was quick to correct.

"Not thrown out. Dismissed."

"In your world, that's the same thing. THough I guess it's good you didn't completely trash it; (Name) would be upset if you just ignored something as big as V-day." Tony replied.

"You missed a bracket on line 4782." Vision pointed to the code that ran across the screen. "Why would (Name) be upset?"

"Valentine's is the hallmark of romantic holidays for couples, of course. It's only natural she'd be expecting something from you. You know, the weird android kind-of-man that married her?"

"I suppose there is validation in your point." Vision murmured to himself, and his brow furrowed. "However, I am unsure whether I should purchase something for her, or not."

"Uh, duh, yes you should." Tony looked up at him as if he weren't an extremely intelligent person, "What you buy is totally up to you, but she's going to be expecting it. You better get with it before she realizes you don't have a plan, Mr. Robotto."

"What would you suggest I get her?" He questioned his creator, glancing away from their project with a curious quirk to his lips. "Nothing extravagant, I hope."

"Well, there goes plans A through H." Tony sighed. He paused his work to approach Vision, "Usually the ladies love it when their S.O. grabs them something nice, and a touch cliché; roses, chocolates in those little heart boxes, giant teddy bears, balloons... Balloons shaped like hearts, mind you. And the bear has to be holding a heart too, right? With some cheesy line like "You're 'beary' important to me, or something."

"'Beary' is not a word, Tony. I believe you meant to say 'very', yes?"

"Nope." Tony wrapped his knuckles against Vision's forehead, "Looks like (Name) still hasn't taught you about puns or plays on words yet, has she?"

"I do not think so. Although, I'm sure if I research it enough, I'll be able to-"

"-Research later." Tony interrupted him, grabbing Vision and turning him to the door. "You've got to buy something nice for your lady. I gave you plenty of great ideas, and if that's not enough you can tap into your Internet head and figure something out."

"Even so, it would help if I had your assistance with (Name)'s personal preferences and-"

"-No time! Just get out there and go, before the kids who're late to pick up presents steal the stock!" Tony ushered him out without another word, slamming the door behind him. Vision stared in disbelief, watching him mouth "Get her something solid!" and shooting him a thumbs up.

Then he was completely abandoned.

"What am I supposed to do, now...?" Vision muttered to himself, searching his database for the ideal stores for Valentine's gifts that he needed. The process was cut short by a familiar voice calling to him from the bottom of the steps.

"Hey, Vizh? Are you busy, right now?" You called, and he snapped from his search in an instant. He floated to the the steps, penthouse filled with the gray light of a snow-covered sun. It didn't hide your obvious beauty, which he noted was enhanced thanks to a little extra make-up.

"What do you need?" He asked, meeting you at the bottom of the stairs. You smiled sweet as usual, fiddling with a watch you were trying unsuccessfully to put on.

"I was planning on heading out with Nat and Wanda, this evening. We probably won't be back until later."

"Later as in this evening, or...?"

"Knowing them? Probably tomorrow." You chuckled, "That won't be a problem, will it? I could always come home early, or just not go, if you don't want to. Especially considering what day it's going to be, tomorrow."

"I know what day it is. I actually just found out." Vision told you, gently taking the watch and snapping it around your wrist with tender care. "I will be alright if you decide to stay out. In fact, I would prefer it."

"Is that so?" You quirked an eyebrow, looking at him suspiciously. "So you don't want to spend Valentine's with your wife, huh?"

"That's not it at all." Vision shook his head, frowning as if he was trying to right a great wrong. "I would prefer it so I can properly prepare your present."

"You're getting me something? Aw, you don't have to do that." You grinned, eyes sparkling with the idea he might be doing something special. "I've spent plenty of Valentine's Days alone, presents free. I wouldn't mind spending it with you."

"I insist. Tony has already informed me that gifts are part of the holiday. I will not fail in this regard, not for you." He promised. "Now, I suggest you join our comrades. They do not want to be kept waiting."

"How can you tell?"

"I can sense Wanda's uneasiness 69 floors up. Something tells me this outing wasn't her idea." He told you, and you laughed.

"Nat said she needed to get out more, and Wanda only agreed to go if I came along. But she's still trying to get out of it; something tells me she's not a party animal."

"I think you're right." You smirked. Your lips met his for a chaste kiss before heading out, leaving him with his thoughts as you headed for your impending adventure. "I'll see you later, alright? I'll try and get back early morning, at least!"

"I will be glad to see you home whatever time you deem proper." Vision sent you off with a curt nod. He waited until you disappeared before initiating his plan, flying across the penthouse and phasing through the windows. His gaze immediately locked onto his target, only a few kilometers from where he floated.

'Perfect.' He thought, an inkling of a smile on his face. 'Now I am certain I'll be able to surprise (Name)... She'll never see her surprise coming.'

Considering the fact he'd thought it up a nanosecond ago (thank you, Infinity Stone), he would be fairly surprised by it, too. Particularly your reaction once you saw what he dreamed up.

~*~

And oh, what a night it was.

As you thought, it took the entire night from nine p.m. to four in the morning, Natasha ruthlessly dragging you both around to various clubs and teaching you the art of discerning the hot, potential dates from not-so-hot, potential creeps.

This adventure became even more interesting when Natasha gave Wanda her first straight shot of vodka, and brought the Avenger's powerful witch down to a hysterical drunk. You enjoyed watching Natasha point her towards attractive men and watch her shoot Russian slurs at them, show them her "magic" (not what the guys were expecting), and proceeding to make an utter fool of herself.

The second you were back in the Tower, you breathed a sigh of relief. Tasha, on the other hand, would have to deal with the soon-to-be angry Scarlet Witch once she recovered from a killer hangover.

'That's why we don't let Nat give us drinks.' You thought, watching Natasha help Wanda to her room. She shot you a hungover wink before disappearing down the corridor. You were thankful for the soundproofed floors as you made your way to your flat, knowing Wanda would be shrieking at Natasha in a little while.

It made you all the more grateful for the sanctity of your home once you exited the elevator. While you expected the nice peace and quiet, you hardly expected to see Vision standing literally right in front of you.

"Vision-?"

"Welcome home." He said softly, floating up to you with a warm smile. "Did you enjoy your night out?"

"Well...it was an interesting experience, for sure." You told him, "Keep this in mind for the future; don't let Wanda get drunk. Things get a little crazy. ...Crazier than they already are with a kid like her." You added. He nodded in understanding, allowing you to hold his arm to keep balance, walking towards the bedroom.

"You look exhausted. I'm assuming you were the supervisor?"

"Something like that. All I know's I'm beat and ready for a long day of sleep." You told him with a hefty sigh, leaning against his shoulder. "I'm about to fall asleep walking, to be honest."

"I would not recommend that." He replied, "Have you forgotten what today is?"

"S'the fourteenth, right?"

"Valentine's."

"Ah." You cracked your eyes open to see his minutely eager face. Blearily your eyes narrowed. "You have something big planned, don't you?"

"Not necessarily. Although I will admit, I may have gotten a few more things than I initially intended." He told you. Your eyebrows rose before sleepily resting against him again.

"You know I'm not a huge fan of the excessive. Tony Stark has taught me that excess is definitely not a good thing."

"Agreed. Which is why I'm sure you won't mind what presents I decided to purchase." He responded cryptically, and paused in front of the bedroom door that was mysteriously closed.

"Is it in there?"

"Indeed. Now, close your eyes."

"Done and done."

"You mustn't open them until I say so, understand?"

"I don't think I will even if you do." You chuckled tiredly. Vision hummed in agreement, slowly opening the door.

"Then please step inside." He guided you into the room, shutting the door behind him. You felt him lead you to the center of the room, and then his hand closing over yours with soft anticipation. "Are you ready?"

"Ready, Freddy."

"My name is not 'Freddy'-"

"-It's a phrase."

"I see. In that case, please open your eyes."

The second you complied, your mind was blown.

You stared at the bedroom in awe; it was covered ceiling to floor in every Valentine's gift you ever could have imagined. Heart-shaped balloons of every color littered the ceiling, dozens of rose petals scattered across the floor and showering the seven different heart-bearing teddies. Not to mention the neatly stacked boxes of chocolates, some of the more luxurious brand. And settled in the heart of the room, right on the bed, was a precariously prepared, bouquet to end all bouquet's, batch of three dozen roses.

"Vision...there's no way you did all this!" You gasped, hands flying to your mouth as your brain struggled to process it all. "This is amazing!"

"I wanted to get you something you would like. Tony suggested many different traditional gifts. He said they were all common gifts you'd enjoy, however I couldn't pick just one or two. And so I thought it best to cover all of them."

"You did that and more..." You breathed, slowly walking around the room. The de-thorned roses waited for your hand, carefully lifting the heavy display of flowers and setting them on the table across the room. Then you sank onto the bed, staring at everything. Literally everything in the room was covered in something red, pink or white.

"It's over-the-top, isn't it?" Vision asked you as he came to your side, levitating just over the bed with a concerned look in his eyes. "I was hoping it wouldn't be too much, but there were so many choices I wasn't sure what you would want, so..."

"You played it safe." You giggled. Your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him over your body so you could look up at him properly. "Well, I'd say you did a fantastic job. But next time, maybe you could narrow it down some. Like, red roses, pink teddy bear, white balloons? Or a combination like that. I wouldn't mind."

"But you do like this display?" He checked, making sure he hadn't done too much. While it was painfully obvious he did, and you had no idea how he paid for all of it (Tony's credit card was most likely involved), you couldn't have been happier.

You showed this through a lingering kiss. "...I adore it. I adore you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Vision."

Your assurance made him smile brighter than you'd ever seen, which sent your heart fluttering more than it already was. His hands came around you respectfully, drawing you nearer to him. "It pleases me beyond words to hear you say that. And I wish for you to know that I feel the same."

"Just the same?" You mused. The tiniest chuckle escaped his lips, and he snuck one of the teddy bears waiting on the bed and pushed it into your face.

"I feel the 'beary' same. Get it?"

"You did not just say that." You snorted, batting the stuffed animal away to see amusement twinkling in his robotic eyes. "And they say you don't know how to use puns."

"It was my first attempt, actually." He confessed, before initiating the next kiss. And the next, and the next, and whatever countless pecks that followed.

You didn't plan on leaving the bedroom for a while.

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............

...............

"...Hey, lovebirds. Got room for one more?"

"N-Natasha?? What are you doing in the window??"

"Wanda just got over the hangover and she remembered what happened last night. All that flirting? Yeah, maybe not my best idea."

"Okay, but why are you barging into my room? We're kind of having a moment."

"I figured, judging by all this nasty Valentine's clutter. How tacky can it get?"

"Tacky? What does that mean...?"

"Don't look it up. It means wonderful."

"In that case, thank you, Ms. Romanoff."

"Sure. Now as a favor, you'll let me hide in here for a while, alright?"

"Um, no! We're busy!!"

"Just keep it in the pants until Wanda calms down, I promise I'll make it up to you. Deal?"

"Definitely not!"

"Come on, it'll only take a few hours-"

"OUT!!!"

~Ende~