"That was such a stupid movie."
Wanda sighed as she turned off the screen. Together they stared at the now blank television, their reflection stating back at them. "How do you feel about it, Vizh?"
"I'm not very well versed in film, Miss Maximoff, there are of course a few things that brought me away from the film but I cannot quite put my... Feelings, into words…" Vision was not lying. He enjoyed the movie, but art and aesthetics aren't his stronger subjects. He let her do the talking.
"Wanda. It's Wanda. Anyways. Did you find the dialogue quite off? I really found it ridiculously stiff. And the plot is so cliché... I haven't watched a lot of romantic films and yet I know this one is overused."
"Overused how?" Vision probed, lost not only in what she talked about but also in the way she talked. Few things could stump him. Wanda Maximoff is one of them.
"Well, there's the lost man who finds the world meaningless and suddenly finds hope and love and joy in the ditzy, lost-in-her-dreams, way younger than him, and ridiculously one dimensional girl leading lady trope. I don't know. I just found that it could have flowed better. Or written better. Or directed better," Wanda rambled, and found Vision staring at her mouth as she talked. "Vizh?" she called out to him, "Yes, of course. Although I found the scenery quite intriguing. The beauty of the south of France has escaped me until now. Even their period dressing is quite remarkable..." he said, leaving out the fact that he immediately imagined Wanda in the style of a 1920's flapper girl, the exact dress Sophie wore in the film, her long legs exposed in the high slits, and her hair in soft finger waves framing her petite face, and immediately memorised the image, now engrained in his mind. He was broken in his reverie by Wanda's deep sigh.
"I guess... I mean, I guess it's quite difficult to not fall in love with an intelligent man with a British accent." Wanda replied. Vision thought he misheard. Realising that Vision's face was suddenly in shock and... was that a blush? Wanda realised the weight of her words.
"I meant... Stanley... Was a handsome male. Stanley." she rebuffed, plainly caught at the middle of her accidentally revealing the contents of her subconscious mind to the intelligent man with a British accent who sat beside her in the couch.
"Of course," he said, as she excused herself quickly and said she will be preparing to go to sleep. He stayed at the couch, astounded by her sudden move, and now stared at his lone reflection on the television screen.
"Thank you for watching it with me anyway, Vision. Good night."
Vision caught her normally pale face painted in soft scarlet, and momentarily was confused as to whether her powers were radiating through her cheeks, or if it was indeed a blush. Her footsteps were already fading into the corridor that lead to her room when he replied,
"Anytime."