When you’re around I don’t
know how to hide my feelings. I count in
binary, in my head. zero one one zero
one one and you count clouds. (while you count clouds)
So it was going to be a stand-alone Vision/Wanda thing but then I started it after eight hours of researching WWI and??? Instead it’s an immediate prequel to the first Vision/Wanda fic I ever wrote, it’s mostly Natasha being smug, and Wanda doesn’t even appear, I don’t know what happened.
Natasha prided herself on being difficult to sneak up
on. It had served her well for their
brief stint in Wakanda, but now they were in America again, scattered up the
East Coast, and she was sitting on the roof of one of her less secret safehouses,
watching the sun go down. And any dense half-blind
idiot could see a six-foot bright red robot in a cape descending onto a roof in
Middle of Nowhere, Appalachia.
The only reason she didn’t immediately yank out the gun
she’d tucked away under the corner of her blanket was because Stark, Banner,
and Rhodes were all about as subtle as…well, a six-foot bright red robot in a
cape. She was confident that she’d
notice them coming, and if she didn’t they deserved
to cuff her.
Just putting this out there cause I’ve had about twenty asks calling me a ‘total fucking weirdo’ a ‘deluded fangirl’ and a ‘brainless tumblerina’ for shipping Vision and Wanda:
Anonymous asked: Okay, so now you've got me thinking about Vision's conversation with the rabbi and whether he counts as a creation of God, and so now I have to ask- I feel like the closest analogue to Vision in Judaism would be a golem? Like, he doesn't fit all the criteria for one but I feel like he's closer to being a golem than to being anything else
YEAH OKAY SAME.
And like I am so curious about whether Vision would even qualify to convert, according to Judaic law. I mean, okay, by and large I think Vision would work as a golem, with the Mind Stone in place of the shem (although admittedly his creation is a joint effort between Ultron and Tony Stark, so he’s half the direct creation of man and half the creation of a creation of man), but he does break the classic rule of being unable to speak, and he is sentient, which is generally a…questionable thing with regard to golems. Because, like, the question of the line of life, and creation thereof. But the Golem of Prague has some conflicting narratives that I suppose could allow some flexibility there maybe? MY POINT IS that the Vision probably qualifies as a golem, but I don’t think most golems are self-aware enough to attempt to convert formally to Judaism, so??? It’s not like I have any precedent to work with here.
There WAS a really solid post about this EXACT thing, but because I’m a GODDAMN IDIOT I forgot to reblog it and can’t find it again. So if someone finds that for me and/or some other information about the exact logistics of a high-tech golem converting to Judaism and an ex-unknowing-weapon-of-Nazis rejoining the faith (given that Wanda is genuinely penitent and has pretty much been used, I feel like that might be a more easily ameliorated situation than otherwise), HIT ME UP. Or, like, ask your neighborhood rabbi, because I live in a town too tiny to have a synagogue with a full-time rabbi and therefore I have never met them.
So @littlestartopaz sent me this post and a request for Vision/Wanda and I fucking love this ship and also Jewish!Wanda is my jam (LITERALLY WHO AM I KIDDING, RELIGIOUS SUPERHEROES ARE MY JAM) so I did it.
Okay also Topaz I know you sent me this prompt a
while ago but I wanted to be able to post it for the first night of Hanukkah so
I held onto it for a few days. And it’s now officially after sundown where I am, so Happy
Hanukkah, everyone!
Wanda had set up a small table in the empty hall outside of Pietro’s
room, where she could see him through the wall of windows without being kicked
out for bringing fire into the medical wing.
He was still asleep, even months after Sokovia—she’d seen him in this
sort of healing coma before, but never for so long. The external damage was healed, but his body
was still rebuilding fragile nerves and blood vessels and ruined organ tissue. The doctors said that he’d shut down every
system to preserve what he could after taking those bullets to save Hawkeye,
and she was glad for that, glad that, when he woke up, he would be her brother
again. She could stand any wait.
Or at least that’s what she told herself when she came down to sit with
him.
Wanda smoothed a blue cloth, fringed and embroidered with a white star,
over the table she’d stolen from the lab.
The steady beeping of the heart monitor inside the room was reassuring,
but she missed hearing Pietro rattle around near her as she went through these
motions. The first year they had fine
things, a soft cloth and matching candles and all, and he was comatose.
“Wanda?” a tentative voice behind her asked, and she jumped so hard the
table rattled. “I’m sorry,” Vision said
as she whirled on her heel. He was
dressed in civilian clothes, plain and disingenuous against his bright
synthskin, and he looked apologetic, as he always did when he took her by
surprise. He moved as quietly as a ghost
most of the time and the Mind Gem let him shield his mind so tightly it was as
if he wasn’t there at all, and Wanda was unused to being startled. “I was looking for you, and this was the last
place I could think of. Don’t you
usually visit your brother during the morning?”
