Warnings: Minor spoilers for Civil War pairings and Fluff~

A/N: This is my first venture into fluff and my first fic for Marvel so comments and criticisms are appreciated :)

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Marvel. I'm just a fan whose brain was screaming SHIP SHIP SHIP! when Vision was cooking for Wanda. Don't sue me!

Disclaimer II: I don't own this image

Vision stared mournfully at the pot of bubbling bolognese.

"I really thought it was paprika."

Wanda bit back a chuckle, shaking her head in amusement at his crestfallen face. "Vision, you would do good to have someone guide you in cooking." She gazed at him, placing a hand over his. "Nonetheless, I am very touched by your efforts to lift my spirits."

Vision blinked back at her. "I do wish to cook for you, Wanda. Will you be my tutor on the strange herbs and spices in this kitchen?" He gestured to the tabletop, where dozens of powders of various colours sat in tiny porcelain bowls.

Wanda shook her head. "I myself am not a chef. But...whatever you put inside that pot, it is definitely not paprika." She allowed her eyes to scan the table, and spotted a dish of bright red powder near the pepper shakers. Reaching out, she picked it up and handed it to Vision. "This is paprika. Spicy, sweet, and very fragrant."

"Spicy and sweet," Vision repeated thoughtfully.

"That's right," Wanda nodded. She took the plate back from Vision and placed it back on the table.

"Just like you are," Vision said softly.

Wanda froze, the plate in hand clattering to the table. "Excuse me?"

"I think you're spicy and sweet, just like paprika," Vision smiled shyly.

Wanda continued to stare at him. At her astonished gaze, his smile faded. "Did I say something wrong? I'm terribly sorry if it was offensive. I really didn't mean..."

Before he could complete his sentence, Wanda started laughing.

This time, it was Vision's turn to stare. He had never seen her laugh before. She was always so guarded with her feelings, never letting anyone inside. He had a feeling he was one of the rare few granted the privilege of seeing the side of Wanda she rarely let out. As Wanda continued to laugh, he felt something pull his lips upward, his eyes twinkle in a way they never did before. He felt his heartbeat quicken, his pulse race, as a strange feeling of joy and something else fluttered in his heart. Before he knew it, he was joining in her laughter, all hints of the stress and tension they had endured the past few weeks vanished and forgotten.

When they finally managed to compose themselves, Wanda took Vision's hands in hers and gazed warmly into his eyes.

"Thank you, Vision."

Vision smiled back at her. "I should be the one thanking you, Wanda."

Wanda felt her smile grow wider.

Spirits lifted.

Indeed, they were.

They stared into each other's eyes for several long moments, allowing their eyes to speak what their mouths and words would not.

"Wanda?" Vision started, breaking the silence.

"Yes?"

"May I call you my paprika?"

Wanda laughed once more, her laughter like music to his ears. And when her answer came, it was just the words he wanted to hear: "Yes, yes you may."

A/N: Thoughts? :)