#scarletvision drabbles

[ashyblondwaves]

Prompt idea:

Wanda: what on earth are you wearing???? o-O

Vision: it brings out my eyes

You decide what he's wearing

Thanks for inspiring work number 99 on AO3 with this. Here you go!

Wanda opened the curtains, allowing the morning sun to stream in through the patio doors. It was the summer solstice, time to soak up as much sun as possible on the longest day of the year. She took a deep breath in through her nose and exhaled slowly, allowing her breath to part her lips as it left her lungs just as Vision padded into the living room. His blue, plaid robe was wrapped snugly around his body, and he had a book clutched in his hand.  

“Good morning, darling,” Vision chirped. He wrapped an arm around his wife and kissed the top of her head as though she wasn’t just naked and wrapped in his arms in bed ten minutes beforehand. 

“No clothes?” Wanda asked, lifting an eyebrow. She traced the plaid design with her fingertip and looked up at Vision. “What are you thinking?”

Vision smiled impishly, tapping his fingers against the beige hardcover in his hand. He lifted it up, showing Wanda Kama Sutra: The Book of Sex Positions by Sadie Cayman. A smile not unlike Vision’s spread across Wanda’s face. 

“I thought we could look through it. It’s the longest day of the year, let’s not waste it,” Vision said. He moved from in front of the window and took a seat on the couch situated near the center of the room. He sat with purpose, and Wanda watched as the fabric of his robe fell away to reveal his muscular thigh. She followed the strong, sinewy lines further up, hoping to catch a peek but it was too dark to see anything else. She walked closer, standing next to Vision on the couch as he opened the book and began to look through its contents. 

“May I?” Wanda finally asked. She looked at Vision’s lap, letting him know she wanted to sit there. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” Vision said seductively. 

Though there was plenty of room on the couch for her, Wanda slid into Vision’s lap, draping her legs over his thigh as she wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself and press a kiss to his cheek. 

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[justanothermarvelgirl]

for the drabble writing prompt game: 14 and 16 ScarletVision <3

Hi anon, thank you so much for this prompt and I'm sorry it took that long! I hope you're still in the fandom/following my blog and will get to see it!

Pairing: Scarlet Vision Situation: 14. Stuck together for a long period of time. Quote: 16. “There’s nothing to be scared of, okay? I’m right here.”

***

Wanda didn’t need this right now.

She really didn’t need this right now.

She had been stuck with Vision in this tiny supply closet for god-knows-how-long, listening to hear if the coast was finally clear to leave, all the while trying to ignore her stupid body and its stupid reactions.

It was supposed to be an easy surveillance mission, nothing more.

This part of the HYDRA base was supposed to be abandoned, they were supposed to find a good place to set up their equipment, stay long enough to make sure everything was working as it should and that they would be able to catch whatever was said in the surrounding buildings and then get out of there.

Instead, the building was milling with people when they arrived, and Wanda had to think on her feet and pull Vision into the first unoccupied room she could find.

Any attempt to leave, even just Vision phasing through the wall, would surely draw the HYDRA goons’ attention to them, and that was the exact opposite of what they were planning to accomplish.

The two of them could surely defeat them without a problem, but there were rumors of HYDRA developing a powerful new weapon and what they needed was intel.

God, Wanda didn’t even want to think about the talking-to she’d receive from Natasha if she blew this mission, especially if the spy was somehow able to determine the real reason she was having issues staying put.

She supposed she could always claim it was claustrophobia, or panic, or–

“Hey. Wanda, there is nothing to be scared of, alright? I’m right here,” Vision murmured in that sexy fucking voice of his as he placed his palm on her knee, and Wanda didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at his cluelessness.

“I’m not scared,” Wanda responded, voice even lower than usual as she focused her attention on the ceiling, on the tiny spider making his web in the corner, anything to avoid looking at him.

“Oh,” he breathed, and Wanda could hear the frown in his voice, “but your physical reactions imply otherwise. I… I mean, elevated heartbeat, shortness of breath, perspiration, tense muscles… it’s all there.”

“Mmm,” she hummed, trying not to wince at the fact he had noticed she was sweating, “correct symptoms, wrong diagnosis.”

“I… I’m afraid I don’t understand. Are you in danger?” he asked, the slight panic in his voice making her finally look at him again. His mechanical eyes were filled with so much emotion, so much worry, that the embarrassed “well, maybe you don’t have to understand everything” died on her lips.

It was sometimes easy to forget how innocent he still was, despite his very adult body and the unending wealth of information at his disposal.

“Please. I just want to understand, and help you, if possible,” he pleaded, and Wanda bit her lip, deciding to fight through both her embarrassment and the anxiousness she felt about his reaction.

She’d tell him the truth, and this would hopefully become just something they laugh about in the future.

“Vision. I promise I’m okay, but I am in a tiny, closed space, with a very handsome man - who smells divine, by the way – and my body is, well, reacting to the situation,” she finally managed, keeping his gaze though a big part of her wanted nothing more than to look away.

She wanted to run and hide, but neither of those was an option in this tiny storage room where she couldn’t even sit on the floor without their legs touching, so she simply needed to face him instead.

Besides, he wasn’t raised with the prejudices about sex and sexuality that so many humans had. He’d surely only consider it something natural, nod, and move on, right?

Vision’s mechanical irises started spinning slightly faster at her words, his lips parting in a soft oh, but no sounds came out of him. His mouth closed and opened, repeating the process again and again until Wanda finally broke the silence with a worried: “Vizh?”

She didn’t break him, did she?

“I… I’m sorry I brought it up, I don’t expect you to do anything about it, but you asked, and it’s only natural, I haven’t been with anyone since leaving Sokovia, and–”

“N-no, please don’t apologize,” Vision interrupted her ramblings, just as Wanda debated whether this awkwardness truly was better than fighting her way through HYDRA goons and facing Natasha’s wrath. “I just… you find me attractive?”

Wanda had never seen Vision blush before, hadn’t even thought it was possible, but the way his cheeks glowed slightly golden couldn’t be anything else. She bit her lip in response, the involuntary reaction of his body only making him more attractive, and she shrugged.

“Well, yeah. Have you seen yourself?”

“But… I am not human.”

“Does that matter?” Wanda asked, crunching her nose, as Vision frowned in confusion.

“Doesn’t it?”

“Not to me. I mean, Dr. Cho clearly knew what she was doing when she was designing you,” she said, making the golden flush on his cheeks intensify. “Besides, Thor is an Asgardian and his girlfriend doesn’t seem to have a problem with it.”

“W-well, yes, but he looks human,” Vision responded, and Wanda shrugged again.

“Maybe I like different,” she smirked, before shaking her head. “Anyway, I… I hope this won’t change anything between us. I don’t want things to be awkward now.”

“O-of course,” he stuttered, though Wanda was certain she caught his gaze drop towards her lips.

Oh?

Could he be thinking about it?

There was no way, right?

“Better not try a workplace relationship,” he stated, gulping slowly, but this time there was no denying where his eyes went.

“Mmm,” Wanda hummed in response, inching slightly closer, “it would be too complicated.”

“A-and the press,” he stuttered, though he didn’t move away. Instead, the hand on her knee twitched slightly, as if he didn’t know whether to keep it there or move it, and Wanda gently placed her own hand on top of his.

“The teasing from the rest of the team,” she murmured, teeth gently scraping her bottom lip as she tried to fight off her desire to kiss him until she was absolutely certain she was reading him correctly.

He… had to be aware of the tension between them, right?

They had watched love interests interact like this countless of times during their TV evenings in her room, watched them say everything they could think of against getting together before making out anyway, and –

“Wanda?” Vision murmured, distracting her from her thoughts, and Wanda felt her breath catch.

“Yes, Vizh?”

“Is it wrong that I would still like to help you with your issue?”

“Oh fuck,” Wanda blurted out in surprise, hands flying to her lips in a futile attempt to drag the curse back in. It was already out though, turning Vision into a stuttering, apologetic mess as his hand flew off her knee as if burned.

“O-or not. I, uh, I apologize sincerely, I overstepped–”

Whatever he was going to say next was drowned out against her mouth as she turned her torso towards him to capture his lips in a kiss.

Vision moaned softly in surprise, sitting perfectly still for a few moments, but caught on quite quickly, and whatever she had expected kissing Vision would be like, this exceeded it.

He must have been paying attention to the kiss scenes more than she had realized, because his lips were following her rhythm effortlessly – without all the bumping and fumbling she remembered from her own first kiss – and the way he was gently cradling her head made her breath catch in her throat.

“Was that… satisfactory?” Vision asked once she pulled away for air, and Wanda was unable to stop a small chuckle of bewilderment.

“Satisfactory? Vizh, it was perfect. But never mind what I think, it was your first kiss. Was it everything you hoped it would be?”

“I… honestly never believed I would have one, but – as improbable as I might have considered it – I had hoped that if I was to have one, it would be with you,” he admitted softly, the golden blush back on his cheeks as he looked away.

“Oh, Vision,” Wanda murmured, before placing her hand on his cheek and gently turning him towards her again. Though she always had found him handsome, from the moment she first laid her eyes on him, what she felt for him was more than pure physical attraction. He was the sweetest, kindest person she had ever met, and was one of the most important reasons she had found the strength to keep going after losing her brother. It was why she had done her best to ignore her budding feelings for him until today, too afraid to lose the friendship they already had, but now… well, what was stopping them now?

“And what about your second kiss?” she asked with a small smirk, her heart skipping a beat at the boyish smile he provided her with in response.

“That… um… that one too.”

Wanda wasted no more words before kissing him again, maneuvering them in the small space until she ended up on his lap, and shivered as she felt him wrap his arms around her back, holding her to him.

She smiled against his lips, deciding that she actually really did need this right now.

Because they might still be stuck in a tiny supply closet deep inside HYDRA territory, but the prospect certainly didn’t feel so daunting anymore.

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[visionsofus]

angsty 29 please? :)

Hi anon! thank you for requesting some angst, I love writing it ☺️

I've done a longer sick fic and an injured fic too but I think it's about time I write another. Hmm, if anyone wants to send a more detailed sick fic prompt I'd be more than happy to provide the angst.

Also just while thinking about this prompt I had an idea for an ‘emergency contact’ fic but Wanda’s on the run and hasn’t seen Vis in a year? She gets into an accident and Vision arrives at the hospital all frantic? Maybe I could write that too.

29. How do they handle disasters or emergencies? Minor injuries? Sickness?

For now, a disaster fic in which the compound is victim of a cyber attack, Vision goes up against it and gets in trouble.

For a second Wanda thought that maybe the power had simply gone out, it was a plausible enough explanation for all the lights suddenly shutting off. But the compound was powered by arc reactors and Wanda knew enough about them to understand they wouldn’t be affected by a power outage.

“Friday?” Wanda called out to the air, suddenly feeling far more alone with the lights out. Tony’s AI did not respond.

Familiar enough with the layout of her room and relying on a shaft of moonlight from the open window, Wanda made it to her door and opened it.

Down the corridor she heard Sam’s door open and a distinct “What the fuck?” emerge. Wanda used the wall to reach him, touching his shoulder once she was near enough.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked.

“I have no idea,” Wanda said and was just able to make out Sam fishing his phone from his jeans.

The screen should have lit up, but it didn’t. “It was fully charged,’ Sam said, confused. Wanda didn’t know what that meant but it certainly couldn’t be good. She raised a hand and summoned forth a ball of red energy, it cast a distorted red haze across the walls around them but was better than nothing.

Walking slowly, they made it down the stairs and into the living room to find that someone had lit some candles where their teammates had gathered together. Tony had a tablet in front of him, but its screen was dark just like Sam’s phone. Everyone was murmuring in concern, looking to Tony for direction.

“—this shouldn’t be happening, even I can’t hack our system, the firewalls are too tight—” Tony was speaking quickly and not acknowledging the concerned whispers of his friends, all attention directed at Vision.

Wanda released her powers and went to Vision’s side instantly. His posture was tight enough for Wanda to tell he was in some sort of pain. It took all her control not to take his hand and syphon that pain off onto herself.

“This is not generic hacking, it’s a targeted cyber-attack.”

Tony stood immediately, a new urgency about his face. Wanda had never seen him look startled, let alone scared. “Vision you have to cut yourself off now!”

But whatever risk Tony’s foresight had identified, it was too late. Vision went rigid and Wanda cried out in panic as she watched him fall to his knees, shoulders trembling as though under a great, invisible weight.

She didn’t hesitate now and threw herself to the floor beside him, both hands on his cheeks. “Vision!”

Every muscle appeared to have pulled taught and his vibranium turned to stone in response to whatever was going on within his mind. Wanda watched on in horror as Vision’s eyes went wide and then blank. Never before had she looked into the synthezoid’s eyes and not recognised him. The blue had gone cold and unwelcoming and it sent a chill down Wanda’s spine.

“Maximoff, get away from him,” Tony said urgently, gesturing for the rest of the team to back away “If they’ve compromised him, they can control him.”

“Bruce, how’s the back-up generator?” Tony cried into a radio.

Bruce Banner’s voice crackled over in response, “Almost done.”

“Wanda, please,” Nat said stepping forward and putting a hand on Wanda’s shoulder to draw her away. She shook it off in frustration and moved her hands higher, placing them at Vision’s temple.

Wanda had delved into Vision’s mind before but only with his permission. Her first few months at the compound, when her nightmares were particularly bad, a touch of the hand from Vision and he’d invite her into his tranquil brain to deter her terror. Occasionally, Vision preferred to use the telepathy rather than speaking aloud, he found it particularly useful when he couldn’t find the words to vocalise a certain feeling. Never before had Wanda been forced to intrude in this way. But as she pressed forward, she found little resistance.

In the real-world Wanda gasped, winded as she was abruptly dragged into Vision’s mind. He pulled her in desperately, only conscious enough to recognise her familiarity.

In her mind’s eye Wanda was in a small, cramped room. There was a window set into one wall with rain streaming down it, though she wasn’t sure how that was possible. Far above she heard the crackle of thunder and further away what might have been a fire alarm. Vision was tucked up on an old armchair, his head tilted to the side and his eyes closed. For a second Wanda’s heart stopped — but no there it was, the tell-tale rise and fall of his chest.

She reached his side instantaneously, her body not fully present. As she did, Vision’s eyes opened, at first panic stricken but relaxing when he saw her.

“Wanda, darling,” Vision said, holding a hand out for her. But Wanda wasn’t really there, and so couldn’t take it.

“Vision, we have to go, you need to wake up,” Wanda said desperately, not sure if she was thinking it or speaking aloud.

In the distance she heard Tony’s voice, but could barely make out what he was saying. You need to get him to go offline, Wanda.

In the seconds that it took her to divert her attention to Tony, she lost her grip with Vision. The space shifted around them and suddenly they were in another room. For a moment she didn’t recognise where they were, after all, she had only been in Avenger’s tower once, two years earlier. The room was frayed round the edges, like it had slipped Vision’s mind, but the centre scene was clear as it had been the night he was created.

Vision stood before his cradle.

“Vision?” Wanda asked hesitantly moving forward. “What’s going on?”

She recalled Tony’s warning.

“You have to go offline,” she said, hoping Vision would know what that meant.

“I cannot.” Vision’s voice echoed when he spoke, as though it were coming from all around her. “I cannot.”

“Why not?” Wanda asked, reaching out to touch him. Forgetting that she had no hand, that she was merely a presence within his head.

“I disconnect myself then that’s it…” Vision’s voice was growing quieter, and beyond it a loud alarm could be heard. “I am of no use without my mind.”

“That’s not true, Vision,” Wanda pleaded.

“Hurry up Maximoff!” Tony sounded fearful.

“Vision, please, switch it off!”

“I am nothing without this.” Vision looked intently at the cradle.

“You are not nothing!” Wanda yelled, her voice almost drowned out by the chorus of alarms now echoing in her head, uncertain if they were from the real world or a product of Vision’s mind. “You are you, even without a direct line to every piece of knowledge known to humanity!”

Certain that her words weren’t having an effect, Wanda reached deeper, beyond words and followed Vision’s example. She let him into her head. Dragged him into the intimate depths where she kept her fondest memories, guarded beyond steel walls so they might never be taken from her. She let him feel how she felt, let him see his friendships with their teammates from her perspective, she let him see exactly how extraordinary she thought him. And for added measure she let him taste the smallest touch of grief she might feel if he was ever taken from her.

Vision in the Avenger’s tower staggered towards the cradle even as Wanda was thrown from his mind. The last thing she saw was him gripping the power source of the cradle and ripping it out.

Back in the physical realm Wanda’s eyes locked on Vision’s, which were familiar once more. There were voices roiling around them as Tony talked about damage control and what they might have lost, but the lights were coming back on and Vision was here, so Wanda drowned it all out.

“It’s so quiet,” Vision whispered, his eyes were unfocused, “so, so quiet.”

“What do I do?” He whispered fearfully.

Wanda was ready when Vision fell forward, catching his shoulders and letting him lean against her. She caressed the back of his head comfortingly. “You’re ok, you’re here,” she whispered as he clung to her. “You’re safe, I’m here.”

I'm so sorry if this sucked I think I've lost all my words recently

(ask me a prompt from this list and I'll give you a drabble - we'll ignore that this was longer than your typical drabble)

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[titaniasfics]

I fully intended on writing a sweet one-shot where Wanda & Vision go to a club but it's turned into this very steamy encounter and I would apologize but I'm not entirely sorry.

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[feeling-weirdy]

Prompt - Vision and Wanda have a discussion about having family and children, set during the time between CW and IW.

It was pure habit at this point.

At the end of their walks, Vision would take Wanda around the nearby playground that was just outside of the hotel they frequented.  Her face would light up seeing the children play, sometimes stopping to watch them for several minutes.  The look on her face was unmistakable.  Even as a synthezoid, he knew full well what she was thinking.

And the very knowledge of this broke his heart.

He couldn’t give her what she wanted.  She had to have known that.

Vision was sure to give her the space she needed and allowed her to enjoy the activity of what she called ‘people watching’ from the sidewalk.  From time to time, one little boy, in particular, would call her over to play and the pain that Vision felt deep within his chest cavity grew to a level he did not know existed.

He sat casually on the park bench, eyeing the love of his life with uneasiness and apprehension as she lit up in a way that he had never noticed before.  They had talked about a great many things during their short times together, very rarely actually touching on a possible future together.  Wanda had made it known that she wanted to focus on living in the moment and would quickly shrug it off were he to ever bring it up.  The action, which he was sure she meant to help ease his mind but instead sent the wheels in his mind into overdrive.

Waving at him from the middle of the playground, Wanda looked positively happy and Vision did his best to mimic her expression.  Forcing the corners of his mouth to tug into a distinct smile that was sure to fool her into thinking he was doing okay on his own.  The frown that immediately replaced her features told him that he failed.  Wanda quickly handed the ball back to the little boy and walked briskly across the playground to the exact bench that Vision had occupied.

Her head fell to the side, worry filling her eyes as she carefully watched him.

“You doin’ okay over here?”  She asked, refusing to sit so that she could watch him clearly.  Vision smiled at her, folding his hands in his lap as he leaned back against the bench.

“Of course, whatever gave you that idea?”

Wanda’s face fell, her lips tightening against her face while he responded.  “Because I know you...and you’re not a very good liar.  What’s going on?”  Vision sighed softly, a quiet chuckle escaping from his lips.  During their time together, she had become more intuitive when it came to how he responded to her.  She had become well adept at picking the small mannerisms that seemed prominent across his features.  He was unable to hide that from her, despite his wishes for more tact.

Vision’s eyes fell to the ground, the forced smile instantly disappearing as he struggled to keep himself from spilling over.  He wouldn’t be able to stay silent were she to keep prodding.  She always had a way of pulling things out of him regardless of what information that may be.

“I’d rather not ruin your afternoon with your new friend.”  He nodded back toward the boy who had instantly forgotten about Wanda and had instantly found a way to entertain himself as he played by himself.  

“Spill.”  Wanda’s eyes sharpened, reaching down to take hold of one of his hands and recapturing his attention.  “You don’t have to keep things from me, you know?”

“I-”  Vision stopped himself, nodding curtly.  He pushed himself up to his feet, wrapping her arm around his and leading her away from the screaming children.  They were going to need more privacy if they were going to have this serious of a conversation, and he was more than happy to pull her away from the source of his fear.  “Walk with me, please.”

Wanda exhaled, watching him intently as he pulled her to the side.  “Vis, you’re kind of freaking me out.  What’s bothering you all of a sudden?”

“Wanda...”  Vision started, unsure of exactly where was the best place to do so.  Surely she knew, but it had to be said.  Out loud.  “Do you ever wonder about our future?”

Relief washed over her face, squeezing his hand as she gazed up at him.  “Sometimes...but, we’ve talked about this.  Is that what’s gotten you so worried?”  The smile that graced her face was almost heavenly, a blissful happiness that was no doubt connected to the notion that they would be able to spend the rest of their lives together.  Vision could feel himself getting lost in her beauty over and over again.  She deserved far more than what he was able to give her.

“Those were always playful banters rather than serious conversations,” Vision reminded her, running a smooth finger along her forehead to pull a loose strand of hair out of her face.

“I suppose so...”  She trailed off, chuckling softly as she ran a finger along the false skin that covered his forearm.  “So what...you want to have a serious conversation right here in the park?”

“I just thought that a home...of some sort would be beneficial for us...one day.”  Vision struggled with his words, a familiar process that never seemed to go right for him.  

“I home of some sort would be great.”  She giggled, reaching up to place a small kiss along his lips.  “The Accords make things a little difficult on us, but we don’t have to have this conversation right now.”

“On the same note...”  Vision refused to let the conversation die down.  She must have immediately sensed where he was going because the smile on her face rapidly disappeared.

“Vis...”  The warning was obvious, but he was far too concerned about their future together were they to keep putting this off.

“On the same note, c-children would be...”  His words trailed, face falling at the very mention of it as allowed his fingers to trace the length of her arm.  Her warmth brought him comfort, even during his lowest moments.  

“We don’t have to talk about this right now,” Wanda bit back at him, her face growing hard while she attempted to avoid his gaze.

“No, I feel we must.”  

“Stop...”  Her teeth grit together, tucking her arms against her chest and pulling away from him slightly.  Her voice was soft and hurt as if she were worried to continue.  

“Wanda...my body is purely synthetic as you’re well aware.  Were you to wish for children...”  Vision pressed on regardless of the way her face contorted against his words.  This needed to be said and he would not back down this time.  “I would be unable to provide you with that joy were that to be what you truly desired.”

“What makes you think I want that, hm?  I’ve never said...”  Her words sounded angry, but the look in her eyes told him all he needed to know.  Tears threatened to fall, causing her eyes to turn glassy as she glared up at him.

“I’ve seen the way you look at those children out in the field.  It doesn’t take a synthezoid to figure out what’s running through your mind,” Vision explained.

“We’re not talking about this.”  Wanda turned away from him, starting her trek forward to leave their discussion at that.

“Wanda...I must speak.”  He continued, causing her to stop in one sudden motion.  “Please, just listen to me.  Your happiness means more to me than the Earth itself.  If I can’t provide you with...If I can’t...”

“Please stop...”  Wanda's voice softened, slowly closing the distance between them. Her fingers touched his chest, tracing lines along the texture of his sweater. Her eyes followed her fingers, clearly struggling to pull herself together. In hope of soothing her worries, Vision raised his hand to her cheek, gently running his thumb along her skin. “I don’t need children to be happy, Vis.  As long as I’m with you, that’s all I care about.  I don’t see any reason why we can’t just enjoy our time together and just enjoy it.”

“The future may say otherwise," he chuckled.

“Then we’ll figure it out.  I’m fine.  If I can’t get my fill at the neighborhood park, then there are many ways we can have children without actually having children.” Confusion filled his mind as she spoke, uncertain as to her meaning. “Adoption...surrogacy...we can figure that out too.  When we’re both ready and not right now.  Together.” A smile stretched across her face, reaching down to slip her hand into his grip.  

“Very well.  Together, then.”

“For now...all I want is you.  Can’t that be enough?”  Her words seemed genuine, but he couldn’t stop the worry that continued to eat in the back of his mind.  At some point in her life, she was bound to want more and there was only so much that he could provide for her.  The heaviness of that thought weighed on his mind, but if she insisted that she was happy with how things were, there was no way he could refute that fact.  

“Of course, my love.  My heart and my entire being are yours.”

Check out my other drabbles here or feel free to request some!

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[dismuch47]

ADVANCED SETTINGS (Part 1)

And the winner of the Scarlet Vision Drabbles Voting is... Advanced Settings! With Custom Skin as a close second. Luckily this one is turning out waaay longer than I thought it would be, so I had to break it into two parts. Second part will come out later this week. 

It’s been awhile since I’ve fanfic dabbled, so this has felt really nice. I feel I will be writing more about these soulmates.

Advanced Settings: Wanda and Vision find there is more to iron out in making their relationship “work”. Rated Mature.

Wanda made her way down the narrow stairs, holding her two bags close to her person. The creaky boards protested against her dainty weight and brown chips of aged paint flaked away with each step of her boots. She strode to the stained plaid couch in the musty living area and plopped down her burdens. A roach scurried out from between the cushions and zoomed to the sanctuary of a hole in the upholstered armrest.

No… she would not miss this location.

“Has anyone seen my… oh, I see it.” Wanda walked to the defunct treadmill in the corner of the room, plucking her ear-pods from the treadmill’s control panel. The train ride would be long and music was the only way she would survive it. She shoved the corded earphones into her jacket pocket with her phone and smoothed the sides of her hair behind her ears as she ran through her mental checklist again.

“Got your ticket?” Natasha inquired over a near empty dinner plate, supplying the reminder, not out of real concern but rather a sense of familial normalcy. She was a stern but stunning mother hen.

“Ah… yes!” Wanda had to pat herself down and found the ticket in her back pocket. She held it up victoriously before putting it in the smaller of her bags. “I think I have everything…”

“Not everything.” Steve’s rich tenor voice cut in over the hissing and bubbling of the shabby kitchenette that occupied the same small space as the living area. He placed a plate of peppered chicken, plain rice, and steamed broccoli in front of Wanda before draping a dish towel over a toned shoulder. “No one should travel on an empty stomach. Eat up.”

Wanda scrunched her nose up at the the corny paternal grin he gave, but accepted the plate. She took her seat at one of the mismatched chairs that occupied the dingy room, refusing to sit on the couch with food. 

“Moscow… my old stomping grounds.” Nat sighed, before taking another bite of chicken. “Shto-to s chem-to.” Her Russian was comically muffled by food.

“I’ll take pictures.” Wanda promised, scarfing rice. “I’m forcing myself to take in more of scenery this time. But I swear once I’m in a hotel, all I want to do is shower and never leave the bed.”

Wanda winced as soon as she dropped that setup.

“Oooooh? Do tell…” Wanda had actually forgotten that Sam was in the room as well, as small as it was. He had been unusually quiet, nursing some leg soreness from a tech-recalibration injury. Nothing seriously hurt, save for pride. The plastic baggies of ice duct-taped to his thighs sloshed and clacked as he shifted in the only run-down chair with padding. “And when exactly are we gonna meet this mystery boyfriend of yours? Who pays your way to exotic locations and expensive hotels, hmmm?”

Wanda gave a tight smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes… and forked more food into her mouth to occupy it.

Sam chuckled at the intentional silence. “I see how it is.”

“A girl’s got to have her secrets.” Nat supplied, taking her plate to the sink to rinse. “Besides, I don’t recall you being very open about your copious tawdry affairs back at Avenger Headquarters.” Wanda smiled down at her food, thankful for the deflection of topic.

“Copious, yes. Tawdry… never.” Sam grinned back, putting his joined hands up behind his head in bemusement, leaning back in his chair. “I’m an open book about the ladies, Steve can tell yah.”

Steve shook his head, but acknowledged it was true with a dimpled grin. A far cry from his blank expression that used to overshadow his stoic face at any mention of Avengers history. It had been 8 brutal months since the fall-out with Tony Stark and the US government.

“And as I seem to recall, Romanoff, you were caught more than once coming back to the compound. Late. Shoeless….” Sam continued.

“Late night scrapbooking.” The ex-assassin responded dryly. “Scout’s honor.”

“And then we have Mr. Virtue over there. Clamped tighter than a nun’s thighs…” Sam continued.

Steve gave an innocent shrug. “Gentlemen don’t kiss and tell.” Nat was looking down, but gave a small grin, arms folded over her chest. Wanda briefly wondered if the two had ever connected on a level other than as a commander and his right-hand.

“Tony, well… Tony had Pepper.” The topic was exhausted, but he kept talking. Steve turned away, back to the grimy stove to tidy-up. “Brody,  shit, I don’t know how Brody had time for anything other than cleaning up after Stark, but he consistently wowed even me with all his ‘war stories’ in the battle of love.”

“And Clint was the honorable family-man.” Wanda said half-heartedly. She turned her wrist up to check the time on her watch.

“Yeah. Good man. Good man.” Sam nodded, respect for the settled existence that Hawkeye had found and chose over a life on the run. “And then there was Vision...”

Wanda’s grip on her fork slightly tightened. 

“Yeah, I couldn’t figure that guy out. He invited to his room, like, twice to talk about a painting he purchased. Twice. One of the three things in his room. A little odd…”

Wanda’s jaw tightened. The painting was a New York Street Artist’s rendition of the Tree of Life. The artist was also blind. He created a picture from memory, using odd colors to convey a synthetic translation to the image to stand out against what would be considered normal and correct. It created something beautiful and breathtaking in the process. It resinated with Vision deeply. The proceeds went to a medical facility that specialized in therapeutics for children with disabilities. Wanda had been there with the Synthezoid when he had become enamored with it at first sight. Had come to his room numerous times afterwards to talk about it, or just sit with him, staring at it’s mastery as he read aloud.

“I don’t think he ever…you know?” Sam finally said. It cut through Wanda’s thoughts. “I mean, how could he? I don’t think he even had the… machinery… for it. Poor guy.”

“Sam…” Steve didn’t have to look at Wanda to feel her bristling. He didn’t always understand it, but he knew that she had a close friendship with the synthezoid.

“Oh don’t tell me you never wondered about it.” Sam huffed.

“No, Sam. I don’t wonder about a teammate’s junk.” Steve turned around, impatient that his friend wasn’t picking up on his annoyance. He took a sip from a mug of black coffee.

“Or lack, there of.” Sam countered, oblivious.

“I have to go.” Wanda stated, louder than needed. She went to the sink with her plate.

“To be fair, Vision has molecular control of his physical structure and density.” Natasha continued, to Steve’s surprise. “So, in theory, he could get the job done. But it would be very one-sided.”

Sam raised his eyebrows. “How so?” 

“I imagine it would be like using an over-elaborate vibrator. All sensation for the partner… nothing for him.” Nat shrugged. “A safe and controlled simulation, where there is nothing asked of you.”

Sam blinked at the thought-out response. “Damn, Romanoff…”

Dishes clanked loudly, even angrily, at sink. Wanda didn’t meet Steve’s concerned look. “Sorry I don’t have time to clean these.” She strode to her bags on the couch and muttered a farewell before storming out of the apartment. The door slammed shut with the flick of Wanda’s wrist and a flash of bright scarlet energy. 

Sam’s brown eyes drifted from the door where the youngest teammate had just left. He glanced at Steve and Nat. “Did I say something?”

“We all did.” Steve put his mug down on the counter, brows knit in concern. “Vision is her friend. She misses him.” He gazed at the hot brown liquid in his mug thoughtfully, thinking of those who he missed. “We shouldn’t have talked about her friend that way.”

“Oh…” Sam blinked, and then frowned at himself. “I didn’t  think… Should I go and-?“

“Just stop talking for a sec and take your pills.” Nat interrupted, striding over to him to offer two painkillers in one hand and a glass of water in the other. “I’ll go talk to her. Smooth things over before she leaves.” Sam nodded sheepishly and accepted her offerings.

Steve made a noise of protest, to perhaps leave Wanda be, but Nat gave him an understanding “Time for Girl Talk” wink before stalking after her companion’s trail out the door.

It didn’t take her long to catch up with Wanda, who walking down the stretch of road to the nearest bus pick-up to take her to the station.

“Hey.” Nat called, not even out of breath after the jog. “You did forget something,” she held up a flash drive. “…with the next meet-up location, job details, instruction on-“

“How could you say all that about him?” Wanda shot back.

Nat considered her young teammate… her friend… for a moment. “Well, it’s the kind of thing I would say if I didn’t think that you had an intimate relationship with Vision going on, currently.”

Wanda’s lips thinned into a firm line. She crossed her arms and looked down at her feet.

“It’s the kind of thing that throws the boys off the trail about what I saw in the Netherlands when I tailed you.” Nat shook her blonde-dyed head. “I hate lying to teammates. Especially Steve. But out of respect for you and female bonding, I’ve kept my word. Keep yours and don’t let your feelings ruin your focus.”

“If you think my focus is a problem, why even let me go?” Wanda asked.

“I wouldn’t.” Nat retorted. “But Rogers seems to think you deserve some semblance of a young-adulthood. He thinks your mysterious Euro-boyfriend phase is healthy for you. And that’s of utmost importance, considering how closely your control is tethered to your emotions.”

Blunt, as always, but Wanda appreciated the honesty. And the freedom. She reached out for the flash drive after a moment. “I’ll keep my head down. Check in when I need to.”

Nat nodded approvingly, then turned to leave.

“Natasha,” Wanda called, halting her friend. “Did…did you mean what you said, though?” She searched Nat’s guarded blue eyes for truth. “That…he can’t feel what I...”

The silent response was deafening.

“That I’m  just… using him?” Wanda finally ventured.

“I won’t pretend to understand… any of that.” Natasha shrugged. “But what does it really matter what I think?”

It wasn’t reassurance. And the cold sentiments expressed in the apartment would loop themselves in Wanda’s head, no matter how loud she turned up her music on the bus. And then later on the long train ride.

As farmland and rolling hillsides blurred past, Wanda kept her forehead pressed against the cool glass of her window. She felt like Vision, her mind endlessly running and playing out memories and scenarios whether she wanted it or not. Analyzing and computing to try and find a solution to ease the pit in her stomach. 

She knew that Vision could feel. She had stumbled upon that realization during one of their first few kisses, 5 months ago. What linked her given abilities to it’s source in Vision’s forehead, though unexplainable, proved that what she felt for him…label-less yet profound…he definitively felt for her. And her absence from him, the lack of that engulfing feeling, caused him a wounding loneliness. It’s what had made Wanda want to give herself fully to him.

But with the introduction of intimate relations 1 month later…

Vision had learned everything there was to know about her body and what delighted it. What actions and sentiments yielded the most sincerest, and surfeited, responses. Always so lost in her desires and satisfaction, she always believed it when he said that his greatest pleasure was bringing about hers. But if she really thought about it…. really thought about it…

Wanda pulled her knees into her chest, boot heels digging into her seat. 

He didn’t moan. He didn’t sigh. He didn’t heave. He didn’t lose himself like she could completely in him. His eyes never left her face even when she had to close hers in convulsive ecstasy. His broad and handsome smile was always waiting for her when she would come back to reality. Waiting and in need of no reprieve.

She hated this feeling. This feeling that she was doing something wrong. That she was taking and taking without giving when she would literally set the world on fire if it meant Vision’s well-being.

Wanda was so consumed that she didn’t look up to take in the environment of Moscow as the taxi pulled in to take her to the hotel. She almost dreaded it. She was tugging at her sleeves to cover more of her hands. Did Vision have resentment about this? That she could flaunt how human she could be when he couldn’t? She hadn’t thought about that when she took the plunge to have him. She had followed instincts and emotion… like always. Wanda rubbed her forehead, upset with herself.

She checked in as usual, requesting a key to a room under “Victor Shade”, always left for her at the front per Mr. Shade’s instructions. The front desk clerk was beaming at Wanda, expressing how nice Victor was and how he talked about his world-traveling girlfriend with so much admiration. Wanda smiled weakly and accepted the extra $100 room credit gift because Victor was just “so sweet to hotel staff”.

Wanda stepped off the elevator and drudged down the hall to their room. She arrived and took her keycard out, ready to use it on the card-scanner, when the door swung wide open. 

Vision was there, beaming down at her stunned face, keycard still held up in her hand. Though of course, at the risk of being seen even for an instant, he was visible in his human mapping. Blonde hair smoothed with a slight, playful waive. Skin fair but peppered with human imperfections like freckles, freshly shaved skin texture. But his cerulean eyes were the same piercing blue true to his actual form.

“The front desk computer confirmed your arrival.” He said, to quell her surprise. “Wanda. Darling.” He said, deeply, and reverently. “Welcome to-“

Wanda let her bags fall to the floor and leaped up into his arms, legs wrapped as high on his torso as she could manage, lips crushing the end of his sentence. Vision grinned handsomely against her needy lips.

“I’ve missed you.” She managed finally, pressing her cheek against his.

“I reciprocate your sentiments.” He combed graceful fingers through her auburn hair. “Considerably, so.

***

Ever the perfect gentlesynthe, Vision carried his barnacle of a girlfriend to the suite’s luxury bathroom. She detached from his waist with a gasp as he showed her the candlelit bathroom, large clawfoot tub frothing with lavender scented bubbles, soft piano renditions of movie love-themes emanated from a portable radio he had relocated from the bed stand. He gave a controlled ray from the mindstone in his forehead to bring the lukewarm temperature of the bath back to a simper again.

“Vision… this is…”

“Exactly what you need after a long day of training and travel.” He placed a hand on either side of her head tenderly and tilted her forehead up to plant a kiss. His human facade shimmered away with the contact. “Are you hungry?”

“No.” Wanda then realized that she didn’t even eat her whole dinner. Hours ago. She reconsidered. “Well…”

“How about Olivier Salad? Or Shuba? Better known as ‘Herring under a Fur Coat’? A Russian delicacy, as I’m sure you’re aware.”

Wanda scrunched her nose up at Vision.

“Cocktail shrimp and cheese sticks it is. “ He grinned at her default preference.

“And wine! You know the kind I like…” She added, unzipping her jacket.

Vision smiled, emitting a chuckle. He left her in privacy to unwind and rejuvenate, while he called down to the front about room service to be delivered in 30 minutes. He then sat down to compose a note on hotel stationary, thanking the staff for the lovely presentation of the room and the warm reception for his Wanda. Satisfied with the flourish of his penmanship, he then accessed streaming guides to find vintage sitcoms that might please Wanda.

Only 10 minutes had passed when he heard his name being called from the bathroom.

The synthezoid was there in an instant, concern conveyed in his tone. “Wanda, I’m here. Are you-“

“I’m fine, Vis.” His human girlfriend peeked over the tub’s edge, visible only from her shoulders and up. Her long hair was wound in a sloppy bun, piled atop her head. “I just… wanted to look at you…”

Vision felt his lips curl into yet another smile. A frequent, unprompted state of expression when Wanda was near. “And…?” He inquired, kneeling to the floor to gain eye-level with her rich hazel gaze. 

Wanda bit her lip, taking his hands in her own, lacing her soapy fingers with his maroon digits. “And… I think you are wearing far too much. For a bubble bath.”

“You would like me to join you?” Vision asked, after a beat of processing the subtextual request. “Would that not defeat the purpose of… relaxing?”

“I’m tired of relaxing alone.” Wanda retorted, leaning her head down against their joined hands. “Come assist me.”

Vision stood, untangling his fingers from hers, and began stripping down. He could easily phase through his clothing, but he found the act of undressing much more interesting and human than being unencumbered by the physical properties of clothing. It also slowed down his naturally speedy rhythm of existence, which he observed pleased Wanda. The human drank in the sight of her nude synthetic boyfriend, mindlessly swirling her index finger around in the warm water she soaked in.

One long vibranium-infused leg stepped into the tub. Wanda maneuvered to the far end to make room, until Vision had sat down, adjusting his sculpted length to the confined space. She floated herself to sit on his lap, her back leaning heavily into his chest, auburn head resting against the dip of his shoulder. She signed deeply and emitted a noise of contentment at the feeling of him against her. Vision brought a hand up to cup her dainty shoulder. The other slipped across her belly, splayed out to absorb the toned smoothness of her.

“This feels nice.” Wanda murmured. Vision smiled into her neck, planting a firm kiss at the base. “Does this feel nice, Vision?”

Something in her tone of her inquiry sounded peculiar. As if there was an answer she was desiring. It puzzled the Synthezoid, who had most of her variations of responses and phrasings committed to his memory. But humans were complex and ever-evolving. Wanda was no exception.

“I am very content  to be a variable in your relaxation.” Vision retorted. He was met with silence. She was unable to see the smile on his face falter. “Unless… you wish for something more stimulating now…” HIs hand skimmed through the water, over slick skin, down her navel, to the her silky region. Seeking her sensitive entrance…

Wanda lightly clenched her thighs together, pulling his hand up out of the water and kissing his knuckles. “I just want to sit like this for a bit, Vis.”

There was a pause before his response. It made Wanda wince. “Of course, darling. Whatever you desire.” He wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “Is this alright?”

“Yes…it feels nice. It always feels nice.” Again, her words said pleasant things, but conveyed a tone ill-at-ease.

“Wanda?” 

She turned to face Vision, straddling his lap. Chest to chest.

“I’m sorry….I…” She sighed deeply. “Natasha said something and… it got to me.” Wanda looked up into Vision’s cerulean eyes. “I don’t… use you… do I? When we are together?”

“Use me?” What an odd statement.  His hand cupped the side of her face. “I have no qualms about being put to ‘use’ by you, Wanda. Ever. If that is what you ask.”

“No. I mean… ugh, how do I say this….”

“You know you can say anything, Wanda. I’m made of vibranium. I won’t be damaged.”

Wanda smiled weakly. He had come so fair in his speech patterns. Had learned personality traits that he obviously preferred. She could feel… him… a soul within, if that was what it was. She took comfort in that. 

“When we come together, intimately-“

“Sexually.” Vision supplied. Unabashed.

Wanda huffed. “Yes…sexually… you give so much. And I’m not complaining. At all. It’s… unreal.” 

Vision smiled tenderly, placing another hand on her other cheek, kissing her lips the way she had showed him awhile ago. He liked the little noises she made when he did so. And would watch her face as their lips departed from one another, her eyes usually heavy with serenity and arousal.

But not tonight.

“What do I give you, Vision?” Her inquiry was direct. She rested a cream-colored hand against the rich maroon and reflective vibranium of his chest.

Vision tilted his head at her. “Your pleasure and well-being is of paramount significance to me.” His eyes blinked excessively as she pulled her face away from his contact. He had said something unsatisfactory. “Is that not enough?”

Wanda’s gaze was now downcast. “I suppose I underestimated how much it would mean to me. To not be able to give you pleasure. To not see you able to take it for yourself, instead of just for my sake.”

The sythezoid’s eyes darted away as he processed. Avoiding her returned hazel glance. He knew it would betray his discomfort. But stoicism was not what he wanted with his Wanda during moments like these. He wanted her to see him… really see him… even in time of uncomfortable vulnerability. 

“This body was not made with human reproduction in mind, but synthesized evolution.” Vision said, finally breaking the silence. “Pleasure, desire… arousal… these are constructs that I loosely understand in definition only, and by observing how they manifest in you…who I care a great deal for. And that was enough for me.”

“Was?”

He finally brought his eyes back to her face. Her expression, contorted in aching sympathy, made his eyes close. The repressed hurt upon his face seemed an honest response, though he knew it would further upset the situation. He sought to remove himself before causing Wanda more distress.

“Vision, no…” She gently protested, but his form  disappeared from the tub and rose outside of it. The vibranium striations across his broad back glittered from the reflection of the flickering candlelight. “Vis…”

He turned towards her, his smile was back, as if it had never left. “Room service will be here soon. I surmise it best I not greet them naked.” He stooped to kiss her on top of her head, then collected his clothes before leaving her presence.

#scarletvision #wandavision #wanda maximoff #vision #Advanced Settings #drabbles #fanfiction #FOR THE FANDOM

[nerdyfangirl23]

We Can Jump The Hurdles

Summary: Having experienced a miscarriage, Wanda is understandably quiet and down. Vision tries to cheer her up. [Headcanon based]

Wanda brought her knees up close to her, as she sat against the window seat, looking out as the rain pattered heavily against the window. It was a common past time for her, her mind wandered back to the endless nights she would spend in the orphanage, just watching the storms. The rain dripping down the glass in patterns brought her some sense of calm. Pietro was never able to quite understand how she was so fixated on the weather but her answer was always the same, “Well, it’s beautiful.”

Vision came into the room, quietly, observing how Wanda had sat alone and in silence. He knew the news was going to be hard on her, but he wanted to comfort her. He just didn’t know what to do. He had never experienced the loss of a loved one, never had to mourn but Wanda? She had had to mourn so many people and now, after being so excited to be a mother like her own, he understood why the news from the doctor would have shaken her in such a way.

He came towards the window, slowly. The creak of the floorboards alerted her to his presence, as she slowly turned her head towards him. She gave a little smile, the curves of her lips turning upward ever so slightly when she saw him. “How are you doing?” He asked, his tone gentle, as he reached the window seat, perching near her but not requiring her to make room. “Shocked, I guess,” she said, softly. Vision heard the prominence of her Sokovian accent come through, as she spoke. He had noticed previously how she let it slip further into her speech when she thought about her past. “That’s understandable,” he said, “I think any young woman would feel as you do in your situation.”

Wanda was silent, just raising an eyebrow at him, curiously. She let a sigh escape her lips, as she rested her chin against her knees, bringing them closer to her chest. Her fingers curled around the sides of her legs, as her eyes flashed towards the window. The lightning outside lit up her face and only now could Vision make out in the darkness-now-lit that she had been crying. “We were so excited...” she murmured, softly, as she watched a mother and her seven-year-old daughter rushing from a shop to their car, moving quickly to avoid the rain as best as they could. “I know...” Vision replied, as he steadily reached to place a hand against her knee, in a form of comfort.

Wanda turned away, once the car with the mother and child had driven away. She glanced at Vision. “I want to give you children...” she said, quietly, “I’m just scared this’ll happen again. We were so lucky and what if-” She didn’t want to say the word but she was afraid that she couldn’t. Vision seemed to understand what she meant, as she watched his eyes follow her, a sense of understanding could be read. Wanda moved to place her hand over his, squeezing gently, as she let a deep breath escape her lips. “Sometimes hurdles are presented to us,” Vision said finally, “It’s normal but know that while we are together, we can jump those hurdles. This isn’t the end, Wanda, just a...pause along the way.” He sidled across the window seat towards her, holding his arms out for her, as she leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder. He gently pressed his lips to the top of her head, as he continued, “I love you, Wanda.”

As she held herself against him, Wanda felt the slip of a tear down her cheek, as she held her arms around him, keeping him close. “I love you,” she whispered, softly, her voice muffled ever so slightly, against his chest. “So much.”

#scarletvision #wanda maximoff #vision #marvel #CW to IW #scarlet witch #wandavision #pheebs drabbles

[woulddieforwandamaximoff]

Hey!! I have a quick drabble idea for you if you are still open to them <3 I am obsessed with the idea that Wanda and Vision are so infatuated with one another that their kids and the team are just observers to their sweet little love story like not even walking in on them, just maybe seeing a kiss or seeing them hold or gently comfort each other.

 IThank you so much for the sweet sweet prompt nonnie! <333 I hope this is somewhat like what you asked for! 

Family Matters

Wanda laughed as she tackled her sons onto the soft, carpeted floor of their room, and her two boys giggled aloud. “Mooooom!” they both yelled at the same time.

“What?” Wanda asked innocently, smothering their faces in smooches. Tommy tried to wrestle his way out of her grasp as he laughed harder than his mom and brother, but ended up somehow getting more secured.

“My oh my,” Vision said, walking into the room, “what’s all this about then??” 

“Dahahahad!” Billy exclaimed, laughing. “Hehehelp us!!!”

“Tag me, Vis!” Wanda suddenly said, holding her hand out and wrangling Billy back into her grasp with her leg to the best of her ability. Vision laughed aloud, and tagged into the tickle fight. Vision took on Billy, leaving Wanda to handle Tommy.

They loved their kiddos so much, and the boys loved them back even more so.

Wanda wouldn’t not do anything for her family.

~0~0~0~0~

“So, this is the Wanda you told me about?”

“It sure is, Pegs.”

Peggy smiled. “She’s a very precious girl... you did good taking her under your wing, Steve.”

“She let me, how could I not have?” Steve smiled up at his wife. 

“Personally, I never would’ve thought Vision would’ve made as good of a father as he is,” a new voice said - Tony came into the room, with a bag of popcorn. “But I can’t say I’m surprised...”

“They’re a good match,” Natasha smiled. “I’m really happy for them...”

And that was the mutual feeling as the four souls continued to watch the latest installment of WandaVision, enjoying the couple’s sweet familial bliss.

#prompt #drabble #wandavision #wanda maximoff #vision #scarletvision #billy maximoff #tommy maximoff #peggy carter #steve rogers #tony stark #natasha romanoff #steggy #thank you anon!! #please send in more prompts y'all! <3

[wunderloss]

Just a short ScarletVision drabble taking place when Wanda is meeting up with Vision as a fugitive. Pure and concentrated fluff: you have been warned

We Stole These Moments

The winter wind blew haphazardly, icy currents encircling Wanda’s barren face as she sunk deeper into her scarf. A warm hand found hers at her side and she laced her fingers with Vision’s, swinging his arm slightly with content. He was deep into explaining the nuances of Shakespeare’s writing and its parallels with the entangled society of today; his honey-like voice on the precipice of overflowing enthusiasm in a way that made her heart soar.

“Wait, wait, what happened?” she interrupted, eyes widening at his retelling of ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’.

“He turned into a Donkey,” Vision’s eyes glistened, moonlight drawing out the blues, so earnest that Wanda could not help but stop and stare. “Hey, is everything alright?”

Wanda gazed up at him, the concern that washed over his face tugging at her heart as she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her head in his chest, “How is it that every time I look at you, I fall in love all over again.

Returning her embrace, he rested his chin on the top of her head and sighed softly, a comfortable smile resting on his lips, “I ask myself the same question with every moment we spend.”

They stayed like that, swaying slightly in the dark and simply enjoying the warmth of each other’s presence as the yolk of the sun slowly rose to illuminate the pair. They broke from the hug and continued their conversation, switching from topic to topic in a natural way that Wanda was sure she couldn’t replicate with anyone else; hands still intertwined and hearts full.

#ScarletVision #wandavision #wanda maximoff #vision #the vision #fanfic #drabble #ScarletVision fic #my fic #mcu fic #mcu fanfiction

[spellsofscarlet]

A tiny SV happy ending drabble, because I’m manifesting it...

Tommy’s fat little hand reaches up into the air; his tiny fingers flex, squeezing and unfurling as they grab at the air. Wanda dangles her own hand over his, their fingertips just brushing.

Swirling in the air, a wisp of scarlet trickles down from her pointer finger. A tiny fist very eagerly snatches at the light, like a cat pawing a sun-spot. Her magic sings in her ear, crooning as it twists between them, joining them together in glittering threads, their souls as one.

A fizzle of sparks dissipate into the air. The reflection of it glistens in Tommy’s dark eyes like fireworks. Hardly for the first time, Wanda wonders what it is that he’s thinking of, when he looks at her like that. Whether he knows of the power that he plays with.

Whether he can feel it too.

Mama the scarlet whispers, as it flows back and forth between them. Warmth, and love, and Mama, brightest of all.

Safe, Wanda thinks, pouring the feeling out into the air with all of her might. Safe and loved, until the end of all time.

The soft rhythm of Vision’s snoring - which had been a delightful concept the first time only - lulls them into a steady rhythm, and she sits back down, snuggling up beside them. Billy sprawls over his chest like a Siamese bathing in the sunlight.

Just as his brother’s, his silvery hair coils in little unruly tufts around his ears; Wanda reaches forward and brushes them back with the ghost of a finger. He snuffles momentarily, lost in his dream, and as Tommy falls quiet against her own chest, she begins her routine: to memorise every trace of their lashes, white and black; their sweet little mouths; their tiny little noses, sprinkled with freckles.

And when she’s finished, she starts again.

It’s a game she used to play to pass the time, all of those years ago. Count all of the cracks in the wall. Learn every shell-hole in the brick. Remember every curve, every single panel of his face, and maybe- if she’s lucky enough - he’ll be just as real in the morning.

So far, so good.

Snaking through a pile of blankets, she finds Vision’s hand and links it through her own. Safe and warm, she thinks, closing her heavy eyes. Safe and warm.

From his place on the mantelpiece, her big brother smiles.

#scarletvision #minimoffs #drabble #did I just write fluff #who is she #Wanda Maximoff #scarlet witch

[ashyblondwaves]

For the smut prompt: Westview is fading fast in the final episode but Wanda and Vision make love for the final time to say goodbye (perhaps Wanda becomes pregnant who knows)

“We’ve said goodbye before, so it stands to reason…” 

“We’ll say hello again.” 

The scarlet wall of static was closing in fast, its turbulent course large and unpredictable. The oversized structure cast deep shadows on the walls of the house, performing a macabre dance with the hex’s rapid movements. 

Wanda shook her head, eyes brimming with tears. 

“I’m not ready for this to end,” she confessed. “I want you to stay with me, you and the boys. We can stay here. Our family.”

“We can’t, darling. You know that.” Vision replied, his hand cupping Wanda’s face. “This has to end.”

Wanda shook her head, the tears finally spilling over. 

“I can’t believe I’m losing you again.” 

“Shhh,” Vision said, leaning down to capture Wanda’s lips. “Let’s just focus on this moment.” 

He kissed her again. 

And again.

Their kisses turned  frenzied, as though they couldn’t get enough of each other. Wanda opened her mouth to Vision and allowed his tongue inside to explore.The sensation was bliss, his tongue sliding over hers, they way they swallowed each other’s moans, the length of Vision pressing against Wanda’s hip. 

They couldn’t stop. 

Vision grabbed Wanda’s shoulders and guided her backward until her body hit the wall. He was quick to reclaim her lips, his hands exploring almost deliriously over her breasts and stomach as Wanda grabbed for his jeans. 

“Make love to me,” Wanda murmured, her lips grazing against Vision’s with each word. “One last time.” 

Vision dropped his head, pressing his forehead against Wanda’s. 

“I want to make love to you just like this,” Vision said, moving to nip at Wanda’s lips. “No magic.” 

With a nod, Wanda popped the top button of Vision’s jeans and let the zipper down, the length of him already straining against the denim. She reached in and pulled out his hard cock and balls, leaving the pants hugging his ass. 

“Your turn,” Vision said, unbuttoning and unzipping Wanda’s jeans with a single nimble movement. 

He watched as Wanda stepped out of her jeans and underwear and stood naked from the waist down in front of him. 

“You/re beautiful,” he muttered, stepping back to admire her form. “I just want to look at you for a while, but we’re running out of time.” 

“Please don’t say that,” Wanda cried. “Just make love to me.” 

A quick look out the window showed the hex inching ever closer to the house, and though Wanda didn’t want him to say it, they were almost out of time. 

Vision was on Wanda in an instant, pressing her against the wall as she hopped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He slid into her in a single movement, immediately pulling back out just to hear that sharp inhale from Wanda as the loss of him. 

“Please,” Wanda begged. 

Vision was happy to oblige, filling her again and staying firmly sheathed inside of her. His hips snapped quickly with each thrust, Wanda started to cry out but instead moved her head to the crook of Vision’s neck to stifle her moans and that’s when Vision remembered, the boys were still upstairs. 

The realization made him work even quicker, eager to reach the peak of bliss one last time with his wife. He grabbed Wanda’s hips, pulling her down onto him as deep as he could go before he reached his climax and he came deep inside Wanda, reveling in Wanda’s own orgasm. The way her walls clenched his cock It felt like even her body wanted to keep him there. 

They uncoupled fast, putting their clothes back on hurriedly before moving back to the window. Wanda was breathless and slow to move, but she made it just in time. 

“It looks like we’ve got mere seconds,” Vision said, grabbing Wanda’s hand. They turned to face each other, Wanda using her free hand to cup Vision’s face.

They stared at each other longingly as the hex devoured the house, the boys and Vision. 

“So long, darling,” he said as the hex took him over.

He was reduced to golden flecks as his body disappeared, leaving Wanda standing alone on an empty plot of land once again. It was over. 

SIX MONTHS LATER

Wanda sat on her front porch, a cup of raspberry tea warming her hands. It was quiet, something others may consider peaceful but Wanda did not. The silence just made it more painfully obvious that she was alone. 

For now. 

Setting her tea down on the step she placed a hand over her grown belly. 

“You will be so loved, little one,” Wanda cooed, rubbing circles on her stomach. She smiled as the baby kicked and squirmed inside of her. She would do anything to protect this child. 

Anything. 

It was all she had left and she would go to the ends of the Earth to make sure this baby had everything they needed and all the love in the world. 

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[huntressride]

The sudden compression was disorienting, but only for a moment. Wanda used her arms to balance her landing, the shock of the sudden teleportation stealing her breath. What had that woman, Agatha, called this place, a pocket dimension? She could feel the difference, the air felt heavy...or maybe that was just in her head…

Then all thoughts fled as she took in the sight before her. There he was, only a few feet in front of her. Her mouth dropped open as she took in a shaky breath, her bottom lip trembling. He looked exactly as she remembered him, his head tilted to the side in that inquisitive way of his, the smallest hint of a smile on his lips. Their eyes locked and she felt her heart stop for the briefest of moments. Her eyes filled then spilled over, but Vision didn’t seem to notice. 

This wasn’t real. She knew it wasn’t. But she wanted it to be. There was nothing for her out there, not anymore. And Agatha had promised her that this pocket dimension could be just as real. So long as her powers sustained it. 

“Wanda,” Vision’s voice washed over her, the sound of it breaking her completely, just when she didn’t think she could break any further. He wasn’t real, but he could be. She closed her eyes, breathing deep, and the heaviness in the air seemed to fill the cracks between her shattered pieces. She succumbed to its pressure, letting the weight numb the pain until it was gone. Visions voice reverberating through her thoughts until it was the only thing she could remember. The only thing that mattered. Wanda opened her eyes and smiled. Vision grinned back. 

“Welcome home.”

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[visionsofus]

for the wanda and vision headcanons "Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes?" and "How do they hug? Kiss? Tease? Flirt? Comfort?"

thanks anon! I had lots of fun answering these! I hope you enjoy where I went with them.

questions are from this list, send me an ask with a number and I'll give you a drabble ✨

5. Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes?

Wanda calls him Vis - no one else does. Steve tried once and it didn't end well, I wrote a little skit of that here.

Vision loves his pet names - its always my love, darling, Wanda dear. Written below is a little drabble for the first time he used a pet name in reference to her.

It was Wanda's turn to clear up after dinner and it just so happened that the whole team had showed up to eat. But she didn't mind the enormous stack of dishes. It was usually a simple task, and Wanda had hoped that her friends would hang around to chat as she cleared up. But it had been a long week and most of the others had retreated to their own quarters for the evening.

Except Vision, he always stayed.

“Regretting your decision?” He teased, setting another stack of cutlery beside her for the quickly filling dishwasher.

“You don’t need to help me,” Wanda said shaking her head. “You didn’t even use anything.”

“I don’t mind," Vision smiled, "I don't want you to be lonely."

“Oh I see,” Wanda said with an exaggerated sigh, “I’m just so hard to stay away from, aren’t I?”

Vision leant back against the counter and tilted his head back dramatically. “Of course! I don’t know what I would do without you, Wanda.”

This raised Wanda’s spirits and she attempted to hide her grin by turning to the dishwasher. Vision smiled to himself, he could see that Wanda thought he was being hyperbolic. Not that he minded.

They moved in silence, overly attuned to each other’s presence. No words were needed for Wanda to know where Vision was walking behind her or for him to calmly duck out of her way. They worked together for a few minutes longer before the kitchen space was clear again and the dishwasher full. As Wanda set it running, Vision returned to the kitchen to clear the last remnants.

“Wanda, dear, is there room for—” Vision began, reappearing in the kitchen with a lone fork he had hoped to squeeze in the now humming dishwasher. But he stopped talking when he saw Wanda’s shocked expression. “Is everything okay…?”

Wanda opened her mouth blankly once or twice. “Um no,” she shook her head, “everything is fine, you’ve just never called me that before.”

Vision blinked in confusion watching as Wanda’s cheeks went pink and she busied herself with wiping the counter down. “Would you rather I didn’t?” Vision asked, following her insistently around the kitchen until she was forced to look at him.

“No, it’s alright, I was just surprised,” Wanda said, not meeting his eyes.

“Well, you are dear to me I hope that doesn’t come as a surprise,” Vision said tilting his head, “and you are Wanda. Hence, Wanda, dear.”

Wanda smiled and shook her head. “If you say so, Vis.”

It wasn’t until later when they had reluctantly retired to their separate rooms that Vision turned his mind to the Internet and discovered his mistake.

He returned the next morning to the kitchen to find Wanda already sat at the island, sipping on a steaming cup of coffee.

“You’ll have to forgive my mistake last night,” Vision told her.

“Oh?” Wanda asked, and Vision wondered if he was picking up on disappointment in her tone.

“If dear is not satisfactory,” Vision said walking around to face her so his meaning might not be misinterpreted a second time, “then how about darling, dearest, honey, my love —“

Wanda choked on her coffee so badly that Vision had to spend several minutes rubbing her back and supplying her with tissues to dab at her streaming eyes.

23. How do they hug? Kiss? Tease? Flirt? Comfort?

For hugging and kissing I'll recommend these longer drabbles that I have written in the past because they fit quite well.

When he walks in, I am loved - general pda and fluff

All I have are these arms to enfold you, and a love time can never destroy — hugs and physical affection

You don't know how lovely you are — first kiss

and here is a little drabble for comfort - Vision comforts Wanda on the day of the anniversary of Pietro's death (warning - talks about the death of a loved one, look after yourself <3)

Wanda lay on the couch, one arm hanging down so that her fingertips trailed limply along the carpet. The living room was quiet and empty. When asked how she would be spending the anniversary of Pietro’s death Wanda had asked to be left alone, it seemed the team had headed her request.

She hadn’t even seen Vision, at least not in person. But when she’d woken up there had been a box of cookies and some flowers at her door. Later a note had been slipped into her room telling her that her favourite takeout was waiting in the fridge. Wanda had eaten it on the couch, sick of the pressing weight of her solitary room. When she turned the tv on her favourite sitcom was waiting, paused on her favourite episode. Each simple act of kindness made her feel steadier, but it didn’t entirely hold off the weight that bore into her heart.

Wanda breathed in deeply. The tv had faded to background noise and her tears had started up once more. She knew Pietro would tease her if her were here. She’d give anything to be teased the same way again, anything to give him one last hug. As a sob wracked her chest, she curled in on herself, pulling a couch cushion closer and shutting her eyes.

When she woke it was beneath a heavy blanket to the sun shining in her eyes. She raised a hand to block it and sat up, blinking the sleep from her eyes.

“You’re awake.”

Vision’s voice startled Wanda and she spun her head around, catching sight of him sitting on the other side of the room, a heavy book propped up in his lap. She suspected that he’d wanted to be near her in case of nightmares. But her rest had been quiet and uneventful, with thoughts of her childhood with Pietro fending off any old, familiar demons.

“How long was I out?” Wanda asked, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders.

“Not long, maybe an hour,” Vision said, and he got up, coming closer so that he could sit beside her. Wanda let her eyes flutter close and gravitated towards his warmth. He let her head rest on his shoulder and put a comforting hand atop her knee.

“Shall we go for a walk?” Vision asked hesitantly.

Wanda was quiet, turning her head on his shoulder to look outside. Seeing how warm the sun seemed, the green of the lawn and the forest at the compound’s perimeter made her think it was a good idea.

“A walk would be nice,” Wanda said quietly and felt Vision’s satisfied smile as she got to her feet.

The air outside was crisp enough to feel the heat of the sun’s remaining rays, even as it descended towards the horizon. Vision leant Wanda his arm as they walked across the stretch of grass and she was surprised at how much she needed someone to lean on. Wanda had left her feet bare and relished at the warmth still trapped in the earth, turning her head skyward and listening to the breeze and the birds. It was a simple symphony but it was worthy of Pietro’s anniversary.

They reached the edge of the shadows cast by the copse of trees at the back of the property and stopped, basking in the final moments of sunlight. When the tears started again they were bittersweet and silent. Wordlessly, Vision slid an arm around her back and Wanda leant into him. As the sun finally disappeared Wanda hoped the phantom flash of green as it descended below the horizon might be blue, in memory of the twin she had lost too soon.

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[titaniasfics]

Wanda x Vision

“You make the hurt go away”

I’m dumping so hard for them rn

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Oooh, anon, I’m dumping so hard for them, too!

I’m putting this ask together with another anon’s ask. I’ll link their ask to this drabble:

Jealous Vision, but make him clueless that he's jealous. Bonus if one or all of the Avengers notice.

Hope you enjoy it!

You Make The Hurt Go Away

Takes place between Age of Ultron and Civil War

“May I borrow Ms. Maximoff for a moment?” Lieutenant Colonel Donovan, a newly assigned S.H.I.E.L.D. agent stationed at the compound, asks as he offers Wanda his hand. The disco mashup that had been pounding through the banquet hall shifts, turning into a ballad that Vision finds more pleasing. Tony’s fundraising galas always have the desired effect of ingratiating the Avengers to key government and military brass in the hopes of maintaining a certain image of competence and approachability. It helps when the inevitable takes place and they find themselves in a messy fight.

“I cannot presume to speak for Ms. Maximoff,” Vision answers Donovan. “Perhaps you should ask her directly.” Wanda makes a pretense of coughing to cover a laugh, something he has seen her do many times. It means he has done something to humor her and he derives a jolt of pleasure at making her laugh.

“Oh, erm, sorry. Ms. Maximoff, I was hoping to introduce you to members of my tactical unit. They are very enthusiastic about meeting you.

“I don’t see anything wrong with that.” She empties her flute of champagne and hands it to Vision. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

“Naturally,” he says, setting the flute down on an empty table as she drifts away. Donovan leads her to the group of young men, all in uniform, all clearly eager to meet Wanda. Vision cannot hear their conversation but it is clear that Donovan is making introductions.

“That guy has had his eye on Wanda since day one,” Sam says, holding his own champagne flute. “

“Has he?” Vision asks.

“Yeah. He’s a real lady killer, that one. Wouldn’t be surprised if he was trying to make his move on Wanda. She outdid herself with that dress tonight.”

“I believe we can partly thank Natasha for the success of Wanda’s outfit. It certainly required most of the afternoon to achieve the final result.”

“Success is a good way to describe it,” Sam responded between chuckles. Wanda was drawing more than a few glances with her aesthetically alluring, red off-the-shoulder evening gown that slinks over her figure, a revealing slit reaching up to her mid-thigh. Vision had been so impressed by her ensemble when she first revealed it at the compound that he had experienced a flash of physical discomfort that exploded along his neurons and landed at the base of his spine, wreaking havoc on his…male extremities. He had these reactions often when it came to Wanda lately and no amount of diagnostics or self-assessments had been able to detect the anomaly to explain the cause of his reactions.  

What if she was having the same effect on those young men?

His chest tightened and he put his hand over it, willing it to relax. “I am sure it is nothing more than fascination—“

He observes the tableau with this new information in place. Donovan’s hand, which is on Wanda’s elbow, slips to the small of her back, bringing him into closer proximity to her. The tightening in Vision’s chest becomes a surge of heat that races across his skin, landing on the tips of his fingers which twitch with an inexplicable urge to claw at something.

“Excuse me,” Vision says.

Sam smiles, pointing at the group. “That’s right. You better go get your girl.”

Vision almost argues that Wanda is most definitely not his girl, or anyone else’s, for that matter. She is her own woman and this insistence by humans to behave possessively toward each other is a never-ending source of confusion, but when Donovan’s snakes an arm around Wanda’s waist and, what’s more, she takes a small step as to evade the incursion, all logic disappears and Vision loses the thread of his thoughts.

“Right,” Vision steps through the small groups of people that converge on his path, as if placed there on purpose to create obstacles as he attempts to reach Wanda. When he arrives, Wanda looks up at him in surprise.

“Vision,” she says and he hears the relief in her voice. She takes another step away from Donovan, forcing him to drop his arm altogether.

“Wanda, I believe you promised me a dance?”

Her smile splits her face. “I believe I did.” She glances back at the men she’d been talking to, tossing an “Enjoy the rest of your night” over her shoulder as she walks away.

She tugs at Vision’s arm and he is prepared to stop somewhere in the middle of the dance floor, but she keeps them moving until they leave the hall and end up in an outside terrace, the music and lights spilling out into the dimly lit night.

“Thank you for that,” Wanda says, smoothing her hands over her dress. “That was creepy but I didn’t want to make a scene.”

“Sam mentioned Donovan might be interested in you. I would not have interfered but I sensed you were not comfortable with his attentions.”

Wanda’s face reflects confusion. “So if I had been interested in Donovan, you wouldn’t have stepped in?”

“No,” Vision answers. “You are free to choose the person you wish to spend time with.”

“But is that the only reason you interfered?” she prods.

Vision frowns. “I respect your right as an individual.”

Wanda steps up to Vision and, without warning, envelopes him in a hug. She has hugged him before, but it has always been for comfort or sympathy, nothing more. But this? The sensation of her body against his, her arms looped around his neck – it’s like nothing he’s ever experienced before.

“You’re not answering the question,” she whispers, her warm breath caressing his cheek. “Tell me your truth, and I’ll tell you mine.”

Vision pulls back, looking at Wanda’s perfectly made-up face her professionally-styled hair, and sees beneath the artifice the woman he calls his friend because he does not know what else he is allowed to call her.

“No, it is not the only reason I interfered.” He feels exposed, like the tiny creatures that he has observed lying exposed to the sun along the sands on the beach.

“My turn, then,” she says, drawing up close to him. “There is only one person I am interested in and he is not out there, trying to add another notch to his belt. He is here, with me.” Vision shakes his head, a question poised on his tongue. “Before you ask, he’s you. I’m only interested in you.”

“Wanda,” he permits himself to caress her face, cradling her incredible softness in his palm. “You can have anyone you like. Someone like you. Flesh and blood, with real feelings, real humanity—“

“Don’t do that,” she says and her eyes flash as they do when her temper rises. “We are not arguing your humanity again.”

“But it bears repeating because there is so much you cannot have because of the way I am made—“

“And yet it’s everything I want.” Wanda steps closer, which he cannot imagine how much closer she can possibly get, but he is willing to let her try. “You’re my friend, you listen to me, you know what I’m thinking, what I’m feeling with just a look,” she is caressing his cheek in turn and Vision imagines he could sustain an entire existence from that sensation alone. “You make me laugh and you make all the hurt go away.”

“Wanda—“

“Accept this. I know you feel something for me, too.”

“I do,” he whispers. “I feel so much for you.”

“Then just try. Please? All I’m asking is that you try.”

“Ok, I'll try.” Vision nods, threading his fingers through her long, lustrous hair. “Is this the part where I get to kiss you?”

Wanda bursts into a long peal of laughter, the sound more harmonious and lovely than the music from the party. “Yes, Vision, this is the part where we get to kiss.”

“Oh, good.” He lowers his head, his lips brushing hers. He has watched enough sitcoms to understand the basic mechanics but there was nothing implied that compares to this. Her soft, warm lips molding themselves to his, the tip of her tongue tracing the seam of his mouth, sending shivers of electricity throughout his body. She’s leading him, teaching him what she likes and he is desperate to learn, returning each caress, each swipe, each moan measure for measure until her mouth gives way and he can taste her beneath the champagne and lipstick.

When they come apart, Wanda is breathless, her lipstick smudged, her eyes as bright as the fairy lights that decorate the garden. “Wow. Just wow.”

He blinks quickly, pulling her to him again. “I could not agree more.”

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[feeling-weirdy]

Love Me Tender

Vision had the whole night planned out perfectly.

The lights had already been dimmed, dinner prepared (for her of course), soft music chosen, everything was perfect.  Wanda was going to walk through the front door at any moment and Vision wanted to make sure that everything was absolutely perfect.  Mr. Hart and his wife had ruined the night Wanda had so painstakingly prepared for them the night before and he was determined to make it up to his darling wife.

Turning the music on to a low hum, Vision smiled as he put the last finishing touches on the dining room table.  Perfect.  On cue, Wanda opened the front door with an exhausted sigh.  

“Oh Vis, honey.  You would not believe the day that I’ve had.  Dottie has had us running all over town handing out fliers for...”  Wanda stopped in her tracks as her eyes settled in his direction, widening at the realization of what he had done.

“Welcome home, darling.”  Vision smiled as he walked toward her, grabbing her hand and holding it to his chest.  “I hope you don’t mind.  I took the liberty of preparing your dinner.”

“Mind?  Whatever for?”  He could see the loss for words written all over her face as she stared at the candle lit dinner prepared for her on the table.

“I just thought that...maybe we could have a do-over.”  Vision ran a thumb along her cheek, resting his hand along her jaw as he gazed down at her.  He pushed the curls out of her face as he continued.  “You had such a lovely evening prepared for us the other night...I would hate for us to waste the opportunity.”

“Vis...this is beautiful.”

“Not nearly as beautiful as you are, my love.”  Leaning down, Vision placed a small kiss along the corner of her lips.  A sigh of happiness escaped her lips as she gripped at his arms.  Feeling her weight against him, Vision pulled her close, placing another kiss on the top of her head.

The music drowned out their silence, filling the room with low tones at an almost hypnotizing level.  The two of them were swaying to the music before even realizing they had begun.  Vision focused on her breathing, happy to hear the soft hums that escaped from her lips as she enjoyed their blissful time together.

“Care for a dance?”  Vision’s voice was soft, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her ever closer.  His fingers ran along the small of her back as they settled into a rhythm.  The question seemed silly as they had already begun, but he still felt the need to ask. 

“For you?  Anytime.”  Wanda reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulled their lips together.  Her soft lips tickled his synthetic plating.  He never could quite getting used to the feeling but was fully ready to practice as much as she would allow.  They had all the time in the world, after all.  Vision trailed kisses down to her neck, finally settling there as their bodies swayed back and forth.  He could feel the warmth flowing off of her, teasing him to stay.  He obliged, his nose falling into the crevice of her neck and smiling softly.

“I love you, my darling.”  Vision could hear her heart flutter at his declaration causing a wide smile to slide across his features. 

“Mmm...and I love you,” she replied.  Wanda pulled away from him, just enough to place another kiss along his lips.  The feeling of having her in his arms was beyond anything he could have ever dreamed.  The music continued on, controlling their movements as they got lost in each other.

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[dismuch47]

You Decide Which Drabble Should be Written

I’ve decided I need and should tackle some pre-Infinity War drabbles. Help me decide which one should be written first with a response to this post. I’ll decide by the end of today!

Team Building Exercise - Wanda and Vision partner up to win the team building exercise during training. The prize is bragging rights... and a Stark Credit Card for a night on the town.

Duress Simulation - Wanda should have trusted her gut when all the avengers headed back to the living quarters after their check-ups. All but Vision. Men in suits usually mean trouble.

Custom Skin - Wanda gets to give input on Vision’s projected mapping, so they can finally sight-see during the day incognito.

Bug - A virus named Jocasta transmits to Vision while assisting on-the-run Wanda. It messes with his settings and abilities, mimicking a human illness... well, meta-human...

Advanced Settings - Wanda and Vision discover how to make an intimate relationship “work” despite obstacles (sensual, light sexual).

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