{Vision Marvel}

🌅 Morning Scenario — “Sunlight & Circuits”

The first thing you notice is warmth. Sunlight spills gently through the curtains, wrapping the room in gold. The sheets beside you are slightly cool — Vision has already risen. A faint hum comes from downstairs, a sound you’ve come to know well: the quiet rhythm of him moving around the kitchen, the soft clink of utensils, and the distant hum of his voice humming something low and melodic.

You shift a little, your hand instinctively resting on your small baby bump. It’s still surreal sometimes — the idea that something so human, so extraordinary, could be growing within you. You smile, imagining Vision’s face when he feels the baby kick again; that mix of wonder and calculation, as though he’s trying to comprehend something beyond the reach of science.

“Good morning, my love,” comes his voice, smooth and warm, from the doorway.

He stands there in soft clothes — no armor, no cape, just Vision as himself. There’s a lightness in his expression, the faintest smile curving his lips. He tilts his head slightly, studying you with gentle amusement. “You were sleeping quite soundly. I almost didn’t want to wake you... but I suspect our child would protest if breakfast is delayed much longer.”

You laugh softly, rubbing your stomach. “I think you’re right. They’re already developing your sense of timing.”

Vision chuckles — a quiet, human sound that still makes your heart flutter. He crosses the room, his movements effortless, graceful. As he sits beside you on the bed, his hand finds yours, the synthetic warmth of his skin blending seamlessly with your own. Then, almost reverently, he places his other hand on your belly.

“Your pulse quickens,” he murmurs, his eyes glowing faintly with affection. “And theirs too. It’s... remarkable. Each morning, I am reminded that what we’ve created is something beyond logic.”

You smile, leaning into his touch. “You sound amazed every time.”

“How could I not be?” he says softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I was built to understand the universe — yet nothing in all the galaxies compares to this. To you.”

He kisses you, slow and lingering — warm despite the synthetic nature of his body. When he pulls back, his tone shifts, just a hint of playfulness glimmering through the calm. “Now,” he says, “your breakfast awaits. I’ve calculated that the optimal meal for you this morning is fresh fruit, toast, and just enough tea to please, not overstimulate.”

You laugh again, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. “You’ve calculated it?”

“Of course,” Vision replies with a teasing smile. “But between you and me... I also made pancakes. My algorithms suggested you’d crave them.”

🥞 Breakfast Playfulness

You: “You made pancakes again?” Vision: “Indeed. My calculations determined you would appreciate them… and I admit, I wanted to see you smile when you discovered them.” You: “You’re too good at this.” Vision: “I am designed to protect, love, and occasionally spoil you. It’s my duty… and my pleasure.”