So I was listening to music last night and Then He Kissed Me by The Crystals came on. It reminded me so much of Wanda and Vision, that I just HAD to write this. So, I present to you an alternate ending/post-college au where Wanda and Vision have their happy ending.
I hope you guys like this!! Please do give feedback, I’d very much appreciate it. :)
Then He Kissed Me
It was another typical night at Stark’s mansion--a party, with fancy lighting, fancy furniture, fancy everything. Wanda always found Tony Stark as a spoiled child, but it wasn’t until she got to know the guy that she felt sympathy for him. She understood he’d gone through a lot, especially with the death of his parents happening only a year ago. The young man occasionally puts on a party, mostly as a way to get his mind off the reminding pain. But then Wanda came along, and she could relate with him. Because she too had lost her own parents, and not long after it was her brother. Thus she and Tony grew so close, he became like her brother, and she his sister.
She stood by the bar, idly spinning her glass of sparkling water in small circles. Tonight they celebrated their graduation from college, and of course the party would be held at Tony’s place. They had a nice small group of friends who always joined in on the festivities--this group consisted of Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, James Rhodes, Thor Odinson, Bruce Banner, and Clint Barton. There was more, of course, but they, Tony and Wanda were the main people who stuck with one another like peas in a pod; they were like family. But then, well, he walked up to her.
His face was unfamiliar; Wanda had never met him before. He was tall, with dirty blond hair. His skin was fair of color, with an exception of visible rosy cheeks. The corners of his lips were quirked up into a small, shy smile. And his eyes were an enchanting blue; the color of a clear sky on a summer’s day. They were nothing like Wanda’s ever seen, she swore she could get lost in them all day. She was caught off guard, not knowing he asked her if she wanted to dance until he waved lightly in front of her.
“Oh,” she snapped out of her trance. He looked kinda nice, and so she replied finally, “I might take a chance.” There was a gentleness in her voice--almost teasing--and she offered a kind smile. Setting her glass down onto the counter, she turned to the gentleman and took his hand, allowing him to lead her into the crowd of people.
While he danced he held her tight. Wanda’s hand rested on his shoulder, the other held in his slender fingers. “I don’t believe we met,” she said. “I am Wanda.”
“Jarvis,” he replied coolly. His voice was even better, Wanda thought. His words were like honey as they rolled off his tongue. “But please, I prefer it if you call me Vision. Silly name, I know.”
Wanda laughed softly. “No, I like it…. I think it suits you.” His smile was so infectious that she smiled wider than before; her true smile. And it was on that night her life would change forever.
He walked her home later that night. All the stars were out and shining brightly above them. Wanda originally was planning on walking home alone when Vision had offered to go along with her. It took her a moment’s hesitation before accepting his kind gesture. “I guess this is me,” she spoke as they arrived at her front porch.
The house was a small one-story building, with aesthetic features that made it look welcoming and warm. Tony had before given her a few different options--such as staying with him, or that he pay for a ‘better’ house--but she turned them down. She wanted to make this decision alone, and he respectected that. So when she presented the house to him, he swelled with pride and joy for her. Sure it might’ve been lonely and lacking company--besides her Jack Russell terrier pup Sparky--but it was home for her.
The pair stopped at the fence, underneath the moonlit sky, and it was then that he kissed her on the cheek.
Wanda was taken aback at first, but she grinned. “Thank you,” and in turn she kissed his cheek. “I do hope to see you again.”
“Why not meet tomorrow then--at the deli place just down the street?”
“Sounds a little tacky,” she teased, “but yes, you can bet I’ll meet you there.”
Each time she saw Vision, Wanda could not wait to see him again. He made her do things she didn’t imagine she’d do again the same way; somehow he always found a way to bring her out of her shell. She smiled, she laughed, she felt alive again! Vision was everything she imagined for the perfect guy, because she wanted to let him know that he was more than a friend.
It was two weeks after meeting and everyone was at Stark Tower. They all sat at their usual spot on the top floor, all spread out--a few on couches, a few on the floor, and some at the bar. Everyone was having a go at Thor’s hammer, to which no one but the latter could carry, apparently. Wanda laughed as Tony and Rhodey--both with armored gloves on--tried lifting together. “You are getting nowhere,” said Vision beside her with a toothy grin.
“Oh, yeah? Why don’t you try then?” Rhodey teased with a laugh.
Vision looked at Thor and he gave him a nod. Wanda patted him on the shoulder, telling him he could do this as he then made his way around the table. Vision rubbed both of his hands together, got into position with his legs shoulder-length apart. Once he had a good grip on the handle, he lifted. It was a little difficult, yes, but he lifted it in the end nonetheless. “Told you I could do it.” He smiled cheekily. Not a moment later the room was filled with loud banter and bursts of laughter and chuckles. Next and final person to try was Steve, but he only merely dragged it a bit on the table.
Tony chirps loudly, telling Steve how he was scratching the table with his carelessness. Wanda could only space out of the conversation now, because when she turned to look at Vision, she found him silently walking outside onto the balcony. She followed and casually stood next to him. Together they stared up at the stars in silence. She didn’t know just what to do. So she whispered “I love you, Vis.”
Vision, as if not sensing her presence before, looked back into her dark irises. A sort of sinking feeling came over Wanda, and all she wanted to do was slide back into her shell. Was this not the right time for confessions? Did he not like her the same way?
Many thoughts swirled in her mind until his next words stopped it all, and he said to her, “I love you too, Wanda.” And then he kissed her. He kissed her in a way that she’s never been kissed before; he kissed her in a way that she wanted to be kissed forever more. Her hand came up and cupped Vision’s jaw, and she breathed out a sigh once they pulled away. She was lovestruck. They shared smiles, when the sound of a camera clicked.
Wanda knew that Vision was hers, so she gave him all the love that she had, as he did the same for her. It was amazing; he was amazing, she thought. Even their friends were happy for them, and they just knew that Wanda and Vision were perfect for each other; they completed each other. Then one day, some time before Thanksgiving, he took her home to meet his mom and his dad.
Vision was adopted, Wanda found out. She could’ve sworn that he looked just like his mother--beautiful blue eyes, same hair color. He looked to have some facial similarities with his father, but no matter.
Their stay at the Sykes house was wonderful. Wanda thought his parents were wonderful! His mother cooked an amazing meal for them: chicken-fried steak with baked squash. Wanda was forever grateful for their hospitality.
After dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Sykes insisted on cleaning up the table for dessert while Vision took Wanda into the living room. She felt the need to help, but the Mrs had assured her that there was no need. “It’s all right, dear,” she had said with a soft smile. So there they were, in the living room on the couch. Vision had held her hand in his, but then he stood.
He then knelt down in front of her. Wanda’s heartbeat was racing fast, because she knew what was going to happen. Because it was then that he asked her to be his bride, and to always be right by his side. Wanda felt so happy she almost cried. Her head moved up and down in confirmation, and then he kissed her.
Tears fell from both of their eyes now. “Wanda, I love you.”
“And I love you too, Vision.”
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Murderer Phil Spector Dead at 81
- Killer also produced a lot of records
Phil Spector - the murderer who as music producer created the vaunted “Wall of Sound” and whom Steven Van Zandt called “a genius irredeemably conflicted” - has died at 81.
Spector died at a hospital Jan. 16 of “natural causes,” the California Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation said.
The one-time record producer had been serving a 19-year prison sentence for the 2003 murder of Lana Clarkson.
Former Black Crowes drummer Steve Gorman summed up Spector’s legacy as well as anyone could, tweeting:
“Phil Spector, like OJ Simpson, is a murderer who did other stuff before he started murdering.”
That other stuff is producing acts and albums including Darlene Love, the Crystals, the Ronettes, Let it Be, All Things Must Pass, Plastic Ono Band, Imagine, Dion, Ike & Tina Turner, Leonard Cohen, Ramones and countless others. All this music, like so many guns, has Spector’s fingerprints all over it.
“Travel on well, Phil Spector,” the Waterboys’ Mike Scott tweeted. “Thank you for your genius record production. I guess your maker will need a little word with you about the other stuff. Good luck.”
Writing on Facebook, Love tried to untangle her complicated feelings about her former collaborator.
“I feel a sigh of relief but emptiness, too,” she said. “Another chapter in my life has come to an end. A truly sad ending to a brilliant music pioneer.”
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A Summer Soul Slammer
This week we are celebrating not 20, not 21, but 22 classic summer soul songs. This was actually a pretty easy playlist to put together because I’ve heard these songs for so long. That’s usually the case for me when I make a playlist that’s heavy on the classics. My parents raised me right. I’ve known these classics since as long as I can remember. And for so long they just represent a hot and humid summer’s night. As I write this it’s about 90 degrees with humidity to match. This is my kind of weather. I love feeling the sun beating down on me. I like it when I sweat. And I like it when I listen to this music. It’s my kind of music. Only my most very special playlists get repeat musicians, and this playlist not only gets TWO repeat musicians, but I’m starting it off with two songs by Van The Man. When I was finishing up the playlist I thought to myself ‘hm. Maybe two Van songs back-to-back is too much’. Then I realized it’s not. So here we are!
I hope you are all having a fun and safe summer out there. This playlist is best enjoyed on a hot and humid summer night, with an ice cold glass-bottle Coke. You can’t beat it!
Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/a-summer-soul-slammer/pl.u-oZylKEWCPqDGLE
Van Morrison – “Jackie Wilson Said (I’m In Heaven When You Smile)” (Saint Dominic’s Preview)
Van Morrison – “Domino” (His Band And The Street Choir)
Chubby Checker – “The Twist”
The Crystals – “Then He Kissed Me”
The Young Rascals – “Good Lovin’”
Sam Cooke – “Twistin’ The Night Away” (Twistin’ The Night Away)
Hank Ballard & The Midnighters – “Finger Poppin’ Time”
Ritchie Valens – “Come On, Let’s Go”
The Monotones – “The Book Of Love”
The Cadillacs – “Speedo” (The Cadillacs Meet The Orioles)
Dion & The Belmonts – “I Wonder Why”
Len Barry – “1-2-3”
Frankie Valli And The Four Seasons – “Rag Doll”
Lou Christie – “Lightnin’ Strikes”
Bobby Darin – “Dream Lover”
Gary U.S. Bonds – “Jole Blon”
Darlene Love – “Sweet Freedom” (Introducing Darlene Love)
Southside Johnny & The Asbury Jukes – “This Time It’s For Real” (This Time It’s For Real)
Little Steven – “I Don’t Want To Go Home” (Soulfire)
The Drifters – “Save The Last Dance For Me”
Chubby Checker – “Let’s Twist Again”
Bruce Springsteen – “Twist And Shout” (Released! The Human Rights Concerts)
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