Interfacing (The Vision x OC) Avengers: AOU Ch.3

 He meets me at my door right as I am ready to head out and try to find him.
 "Uncanny timing." I chide, turning back and sitting at my desk.
 "Apologies." He replies, entering the room, walking now instead of hovering. I take my seat at my desk and begin to type in my security codes. The Vision closes his eyes. "I will only speak if I must. I will begin interfacing with Vince."
 "I have a server up for it." I say, turning while the computer boots up. I turn back and pull up the coding and boot up the program. Vince will be uploaded in a new VI server which will make his accessable for everyone on the team. He can lend data processing and statistics, as well as reflexes to the team. The Vision scrolls through the code, his eyes moving a mile a minute.
 "This will suffice. You wish to downgrade Vince to a VI?"
 "Yes," I reply, "I want him to be useful to the rest of the team, and the migranes I get are cause through his body interfacing. I don't want to bring down the rest of the team."
 "Alright. I will upload Vince to the server now." He makes a few changes to the code, he's making the transfer easier now I can see. I sit back at my desk and start on my pile of work. It's the most interesting job I'd had so far. I was now hacking into a large business database and was extracting files with special key words.
 Miss Vincent, I would beg you to reconsider.
 It is what she wants, Vince. The Vision's voice is calm but restrained too, and I almost flinch hearing him speak in my head. I continue to run decryptions.
 I will not be downgraded to a VI!
 Please, remain calm and lower your defenses. I will not harm you.
 I finish one assignment and move on to the next one. I wonder why they need me to do this. There are lower risk options for them. I suppose it's because they're still testing me out. The Vision works at breaking in to Vince's inner OS. He could do so forcefully with ease, but he is trying not to harm it. Or me.
 Please, Miss Ileana! Vince begs. I shake my head, working actively to shut him out of my tenchnopathic field. The voice goes off and I hear static behind my sense of hearing. Then, code starts running across my computer screen and the Vince OS pops up.
 "My apologies Miss Ileana. I was unable to fully transfer Vince without causing harm to you or it. I moved his language UI and inner processing to the server, however the combat capabilities and heightened senses will remain with you as fragmented code... I have locked these codes out of your technopathic field, however. This should alleviate the migranes."  Says the Vision.
 "It's alright." I say, "No more migranes! No more voice. It's kind of... nice. Empty but nice." I honestly couldn't remember exactly how long it had been since I had lived without Vince in my head. It was strange.
 Hello, Miss Ileana. Says Vince from the computer. I smile, and look at the screen.
 "Hello, Vince." I say, "How do you like the server?"
 It is not the same as being in your head. Less complex. But it is... interesting.
 "You'll get used to it." I assure the AI, before shutting down the program. I look to the Vision. "Thank you for your help. You're welcome to stay while I work... I'd appreciate the company."
 "I would... enjoy that."
 "Talk to me. Have you been studying human things?" I ask, starting my next task quickly and finishing it in record time.
 "I have. I... quite enjoy musicals. It is strange to me that the humans chose such a medium to express themselves." He states, brow bunched in that way of his.
 "What's your favorite?" I ask. He ponders this for a moment before speaking.
 "I quite enjoy... Les Miserables and Chicago." He says. I raise my brows, but keep the rest of my face neutral. "Is something the matter?"
 "No, I'm... just having a hard time imagining you liking Chicago." I reply honestly, "It's kind of raunchy and frankly... a little odd for someone to favor as a first play... I can't talk. Like a third of my brain is gone right now, literally. Erm... It's just kind of strange I guess. What makes you like it?"
 "I believe it is the idea of a woman... wanting so badly to be loved by all, that she would... walk upon one who truly loves her for her, not her body or her talent, but for her personality." The Vision smiles to himself, "I... felt something for the character Amos... who loved his wife yet could never reach her. She wanted fame, and she betrayed him to get it."
 "I see," I reply, "So the complexity of the emotions is what fascinates you." I nod my understanding and start humming one of the songs. I hum "Cellblock Tango" and go about hacking another system. It's zombie work really, beneath me in every aspect, and I can't believe they didn't get the FRIDAY VI system to run it. "It's a good musical, I love it."
 "You seem bored." Says the Vision. I nod my agreement.
 "Because I am. I could do most of these tasks, basically in my sleep." I groan, rolling my eyes at the stack of work to be done, "I once hacked into Harvard Database for shits and giggles."
 "And multi-million dollar corporations don't cut it for you?" Asks Vision. I shake my head, waiting for another task to complete and typing in some random codes.
 "No," I chuckle, "No they don't. They're so arrogant, and so predictable." The Vision moves around the room, looking at the blank walls and the sterile space. It's plain, no personalization at all yet.
 "No... pictures. Interesting." Says he, touching the wall. "The strangest bit of this whole ordeal for me was... being a program and then... having my own free will and thoughts to process. I was shocked to say the least."
 "I understand." I move my work aside. Like I said before, I could do these hacks in my sleep, so they could wait a few minutes, "When Vince went into my brain, it momentarily locked me out of my higher functions. I panicked, didn't know what to do. And when it unlocked me, I felt... strange. Unable to process anything as I had before, and I basically had to re-learn how to function." I bite my lip, rising to go to my bag and I withdraw a framed photo of my parents. My Father has his hands on my Mother's shoulders and he is smiling widely. His salt and pepper hair is swept to the side and his glasses sit low on his nose. My Mother was too stubborn to gray, and he hair is so black it's nearly blue. I smile at the photo and place it on the wall beside my bed.
 "I read your file. Your parents were extraordinary." Vision compliments, "Your Father was a key asset in the creation of the Science division at Culver University. His work in Mutative studies..." The Vision looks wistful, new emotions flourishing in his eyes, "I quite enjoyed his paper on the Evolution of the X-Gene."
 "He wrote that one on samples taken from me." I say with a grin.
 "I gathered as much. He stated that in a sample taken from himself, and one of a second generation relative, meaning an offspring or the offspring of a sibling, showed an increased presance of the gene which caused the Mutation to manifest in you." The Vision explains, "It is fascinating, all the humans have learned." He pauses, "Your Mother was a scientist too."
 "She was. The best in her field."
 "For some reason I can not access her files." Says Vision.
 "We all have to have our secrets I suppose. My Mother's just happens to be the majority of her career." I sigh, remembering all the times she had to kill my curiosity as a kid. "It has something to do with Bio-,"
 "She's a scientist who specialized in... Faster than Light travel and intergalactic communications." He states, eyes slightly glassy from dissapearing into his own mind.
 "She said she was a Biology field agent." I say incredulously.
 "She didn't lie," The Vision replies, somewhat amused, "She is a biologist. She recieves Alien samples to test and to study."
 "Did you hack her file?"
 "I simply decrypted it. It was in your stack of work. I am sorry, I've done your job for you." He doesn't really seem sorry, he's being polite. Not that I'm arguing. It's one less thing on my plate.
 "Wow..." Is all I say in reply. "So she's working on... guarding the galaxy?"
 "On protecting Earth against Alien invasion again, yes." The Vision nods, floating above the floor now. "I should leave you to your work. I enjoyed our talk and company-keeping." He says that word... enjoy. He's said it a lot lately. I guess being given free will without protocol made him see all the things he'd missed as JARVIS... I can't place what I see on his face... happiness I think. "Tomorrow?"
 "I would enjoy that." I reply, touching his hand as a gesture of friendship. "I could use the company."