[Vision smiles. Her deeds are well known to him but a collection of photos, articles, briefings, and speeches is not a person. He had an idea of Peggy Carter in his mind, but his imagination--if that is in fact what he can call it--could not conjure up a truly accurate picture. For a moment he forgets the uneasiness he has felt about this ship, and is thankful to be afforded such a strange and lovely opportunity.]
I am, at least--[He hesitates, the memory of the last time he'd seen Steve intruding on his thoughts for a moment. It hadn't exactly been a happy occasion.] I hope he would call me a friend.
My name is Vision. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Carter. [As he holds out a hand to her, he wonders if it would be appropriate to start naming off his progenitors, for context. It would be more than a bit strange to start with, "I believe you knew a man whose name and voice were replicated for a program, which was used to make me."
There are times he wishes his origins were not so complicated. This is one of those times.]
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I am, at least--[He hesitates, the memory of the last time he'd seen Steve intruding on his thoughts for a moment. It hadn't exactly been a happy occasion.] I hope he would call me a friend.
My name is Vision. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Carter. [As he holds out a hand to her, he wonders if it would be appropriate to start naming off his progenitors, for context. It would be more than a bit strange to start with, "I believe you knew a man whose name and voice were replicated for a program, which was used to make me."
There are times he wishes his origins were not so complicated. This is one of those times.]