TheSpectralVision
"Hello, Wanda."
Stuck in this mental rut, Vision nearly misses the woman dressed in a warm coat and skirt who stops to stare at him from across the street. He has to double check even when he looks close, so surprised to finally see her familiar face again. His eyesight is superior to a human’s, capable of picking up and honing in on details from a greater distance; even without this ability he can see the shock on her face that confirms there is no one else this woman could be. It’s the face he has seen a thousand times over in his memories, his dreams – his nightmares. The last time he saw her she was looking into his eyes, hope and grief and fear and love all shining that he couldn’t see in that moment.
Her hair is dark again – not her natural brown, but closer to the shade it had been when he first saw her on the night he was born. It’s fitting, Vision thinks, this moment almost a reflection of their first encounter. Wanda Maximoff and The Vision, stuck in this endless loop...but Vision has found her at last. Maybe this time they can break that cycle. Maybe this time they can stay together.
Like a wary cat, her curiosity seems to overcome her shock and she crosses the street. His own mind and body freeze, suddenly uncertain what to say or do despite the hundreds of variables he has practised for and his imagined possibilities for how this scene may play out. He remains in place, trying to appear as unassuming and unthreatening as possible. Her eyes never leave his as she walks towards him. She comes to a halt just metres away, mouth slightly agape as if she can’t remember how to speak. Maybe she is just at a loss for words like he is. Vision swallows hard, looking up and attempting a smile as he settles on the safest, most basic greeting he can think of.
“Hello, Wanda.”
-Working Theory, Chapter 17 (by TheSpectralVision on Ao3)
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3/2022 - Corel Painter 2020 and Wacom Intuos tablet - Approx 25-30 hours for complete piece (this was for fun so no official record was kept)
"Hello, Wanda."
Stuck in this mental rut, Vision nearly misses the woman dressed in a warm coat and skirt who stops to stare at him from across the street. He has to double check even when he looks close, so surprised to finally see her familiar face again. His eyesight is superior to a human’s, capable of picking up and honing in on details from a greater distance; even without this ability he can see the shock on her face that confirms there is no one else this woman could be. It’s the face he has seen a thousand times over in his memories, his dreams – his nightmares. The last time he saw her she was looking into his eyes, hope and grief and fear and love all shining that he couldn’t see in that moment.
Her hair is dark again – not her natural brown, but closer to the shade it had been when he first saw her on the night he was born. It’s fitting, Vision thinks, this moment almost a reflection of their first encounter. Wanda Maximoff and The Vision, stuck in this endless loop...but Vision has found her at last. Maybe this time they can break that cycle. Maybe this time they can stay together.
Like a wary cat, her curiosity seems to overcome her shock and she crosses the street. His own mind and body freeze, suddenly uncertain what to say or do despite the hundreds of variables he has practised for and his imagined possibilities for how this scene may play out. He remains in place, trying to appear as unassuming and unthreatening as possible. Her eyes never leave his as she walks towards him. She comes to a halt just metres away, mouth slightly agape as if she can’t remember how to speak. Maybe she is just at a loss for words like he is. Vision swallows hard, looking up and attempting a smile as he settles on the safest, most basic greeting he can think of.
“Hello, Wanda.”
-Working Theory, Chapter 17 (by TheSpectralVision on Ao3)
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3/2022 - Corel Painter 2020 and Wacom Intuos tablet - Approx 25-30 hours for complete piece (this was for fun so no official record was kept)