He is, as always, her most stalwart protector. Vision doesn't need to be so careful with her - she's had worse even before this and she had been able to endure less leisurely medical care on the flight here. But he is kind and good, far kinder than she deserves, and together they get through the rest of her outstanding medical needs. When he tucks the blanket around her, it's all that she can do not to lean against him in a desperate search for further comfort.

It's not like she's never curled against the nearest Avenger's side during a late-night movie, but this urge is different. This isn't just a desire for physical contact - she wants to be close to him specifically. The world's a little brighter, a little safer, when Vision is near, and there's an odd feeling of warmth that she only feels when she's around him.

She's resolved to ask him if he minds holding her for a little longer (if it's weird, she thinks he'll understand right now) but Vision beats her to it with a question about food. It's so normal that it feels out of place in their fairytale surroundings. "Well...I haven't had real since...since before. I should probably try to eat something? And tea sounds wonderful."

And then, on some insane impulse brought about by the thought of him leaving, even briefly, Wanda cranes her head up to gently kiss his cheek. "Thank you, Vision. For everything."