The patterns would grow more obvious like that upon his face underneath his sleeves. Vision allowed her to take his hand and watched her with just as much curiosity. He had touched people since his creation. He had lifted many things and fought foes within the first hours of his existence. Still, he was grateful to be there in that moment, every moment.
"I am a creation of materials bound together. My skin's color is a reflection of light particles with the relief of metal known as Vibranium bonding those materials." Vision motion to his ear, his chin, his throat, where steely pieces seemed to exist, though it was soft like skin.
"Why are you your color?" he asked with the smallest of smirks.