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."
Wanda’s lips are warm on Vision’s cheek and the warmth lingers there despite the mere second that the contact lasted. It surprised him, and it stilled his movement for a fraction of a second. What he finds more surprising is how that small, innocent contact leaves an imprint on his soul, or whatever it is that makes him sentient. Vision turns his head slowly to meet Wanda’s eyes. She looks contented. It sinks into his consciousness and settles there. He knows that the look of relief, of . . . he isn’t sure what it is exactly, but Vision knows that even without a flawless memory he would treasure that expression forever.
“I’ll see to the food then,” he smiles at her. Then, tentatively reaches up and strokes a stray lock of that beautiful, wavy, russet hair from her face. Though the contact is as tender and careful as any he offered while caring for her injuries, it is different. Something has shifted between the two of them and Vision can’t pinpoint exactly when the change took place. His feelings for her have not changed, except to intensify.
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder,” Vision quotes suddenly. Then he’s seized by the ridiculous urge to retreat. “I—I should—the food! I’ll be back shortly.”
Despite his words, and the desire to flee, Vision rises from the bed slowly. The kitchen is only a short hallway from the bedroom but it suddenly feels too far for comfort. Even so, he offered her a meal and he would not neglect her needs now. With a last, lingering look at the door, Vision leaves Wanda to hr rest.
It was impulsive, but she doesn't regret kissing him. The warmth that Wanda always feels in Vision's presence has only grown over time. The world is a brighter place when he is near, and while all of the Avengers helped her learn to live again in some way, Vision made her want to. He's saved her in more ways than he knows. Who could blame her for catching softer feelings for him, especially after this latest rescue?
His touch is just as gentle as always, but this time it sends pleasant tingles down Wanda's spine. Something has definitely shifted between them and she has to fight the urge to lean into Vision's hand. This, like the kiss, doesn't necessarily have to mean anything, but she's sure it's more significant than that. 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder,' hmm?
Does he mean...?
But before she can figure out her hopelessly tangled emotions, Vision pulls away to go attend to her dinner. And while of course she's hungry, especially for real food, she misses his closeness almost immediately. She might have clung to him if her powers didn't let her maintain a thin psychic connection, just enough to stay aware of his presence but not enough to intrude upon his thoughts. She just feels so much better with the reassurance that he's nearby.
(And safe. She's still afraid, but for him. Ross won't take this lightly.)
When Vision returns, he'll find her curled up under the covers and comfortably propped up against the luxurious pillows. She didn't want to sleep just yet, and so she'd let the sounds of the wind and birdsong and Vision's steady presence lull her into a warm meditative state. For a while, she knows peace, and her smile is a little sleepy (and her cheeks begin to feel a little warmer) as she sits up and inhales. "It smells good, Vizh. What do you have?"
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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."
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“I’ll see to the food then,” he smiles at her. Then, tentatively reaches up and strokes a stray lock of that beautiful, wavy, russet hair from her face. Though the contact is as tender and careful as any he offered while caring for her injuries, it is different. Something has shifted between the two of them and Vision can’t pinpoint exactly when the change took place. His feelings for her have not changed, except to intensify.
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder,” Vision quotes suddenly. Then he’s seized by the ridiculous urge to retreat. “I—I should—the food! I’ll be back shortly.”
Despite his words, and the desire to flee, Vision rises from the bed slowly. The kitchen is only a short hallway from the bedroom but it suddenly feels too far for comfort. Even so, he offered her a meal and he would not neglect her needs now. With a last, lingering look at the door, Vision leaves Wanda to hr rest.
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His touch is just as gentle as always, but this time it sends pleasant tingles down Wanda's spine. Something has definitely shifted between them and she has to fight the urge to lean into Vision's hand. This, like the kiss, doesn't necessarily have to mean anything, but she's sure it's more significant than that. 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder,' hmm?
Does he mean...?
But before she can figure out her hopelessly tangled emotions, Vision pulls away to go attend to her dinner. And while of course she's hungry, especially for real food, she misses his closeness almost immediately. She might have clung to him if her powers didn't let her maintain a thin psychic connection, just enough to stay aware of his presence but not enough to intrude upon his thoughts. She just feels so much better with the reassurance that he's nearby.
(And safe. She's still afraid, but for him. Ross won't take this lightly.)
When Vision returns, he'll find her curled up under the covers and comfortably propped up against the luxurious pillows. She didn't want to sleep just yet, and so she'd let the sounds of the wind and birdsong and Vision's steady presence lull her into a warm meditative state. For a while, she knows peace, and her smile is a little sleepy (and her cheeks begin to feel a little warmer) as she sits up and inhales. "It smells good, Vizh. What do you have?"