Title: May the odds be ever in your favor…
Ships: Wanda Maximoff/Vision, ScarletVision
Sickie: well of course our favorite witch, but Clint makes an appearance too
Setting: Sometime between Avengers: Age of Ultron and Captain America: Civil War, but Wanda's powers are a bit more in compliance with the comics
She tried everything, absolutely everything. The brunette had avoided everyone in the Avengers compound by a mile wide radius when that nasty flu swept through the majority of the staff and heroes – well besides the ones who due to whatever reason were practically or literally immune to any human disease – carefully locking herself away in her room. She had even used her chaos magic to shift the probabilities against her catching the nasty virus.
So when Wanda woke with a scratchy throat a few days later, she was absolutely livid.
"Noooo…" – the Scarlet Witch croaked in dismay. Trying to clear her throat only led to a coughing fit too.
Achy and shivery she managed to scramble out of bed and headed for her bathroom to take a hot shower. The steam helped somewhat with her sinuses but did nothing for the rest of her misery.
With a large bunch of tissues she snuggled back under her covers, trying to read something, but her itching nose kept interrupting her.
"ha'TCHew" – the sneeze that had been teasing her for like the last half an hour erupted finally, and from that point there was no stopping. – "hi'ksh, eh… hah… he'kshew… Hi'KSHOO…"
"Bless you!" – a figure suddenly flitted through the wall, startling her.
"Vision!" – she exclaimed in outrage, her voice sounding absolutely horrible. What if she had been indecent?
"I believe 'bless you' is the customary thing to say when someone sneezes, right?" – he wondered out loud, unsure suddenly.
"Right, but what did I tell you about using the door?" – Wanda inquired with a raised brown, rubbing her nose absentmindedly in an effort to relieve the itch that had started up again deep in her sinuses.
"I am sorry, you seemed to be in distress." – Vision offered as an explanation.
"Just caught the bug that's been going around." – she sniffled, trying to avoid blowing her nose in front of the android, but there was no escaping it as a drip was already threatening to fall from the tip of her nose, so she did so anyway embarrassedly turning away from him.
The floating red figure seemed to be in thought for a moment, probably searching through some vast database regarding what was to be done in cases like this.
"How about I make you a chicken noodle soup, to make you feel better?" – he offered in a calm manner, but Wanda could see a hint of worry in his eyes. – "And maybe get you some medicine for that fever."
"Uhm… that's actually really sweet of you." – the witch looked up in surprise.
He offered another tentative smile as he floated himself down to the floor. – "I'll just take the door."
"Thank… eh… thank you!" – she called after him. – "hi'ktshew…"
"Large pot over medium heat…" – Vision muttered to himself as he busied himself in the state of the art kitchen located at the living quarters section of the Avengers compound. – "Butter and vegetables…" – he mused floating over to the fridge.
"What are you doing?" – a gruff male voice called out to him from the other side of the kitchen island.
"Hello, Clint. Making chicken noodle soup." – the android stated matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, I gathered that. But why?" – Hawkeye inquired with a sniffle, pulling the blanket that was around his shoulders closer to himself as he sat down on one of the bar stools, then sneezed, not bothering to stifle it. – "HEK'tSHOO..." – he groaned afterwards, as the forceful sneeze hurt his throat. Thankfully the sneeziest part of his illness was over in two days, so he only had to endure a couple throughout the day now.
"Wanda is feeling under the weather. How are you, by the way?" – Vision noted the state the archer was in.
"Been better, but I'll live." – Barton waved off his concerns after blowing his nose – after all he was in the last leg of this wretched flu now after a week – being more interested in how the artificial being intended to go about cooking. It was an amusing sight to see him unsurely fiddle with ingredients. – "So the Scarlet Witch has succumbed to the fate us mortals have to endure too?"
"She isn't immortal." – the android remarked absentmindedly, looking curiously at the frozen chicken breast that he had just taken out, wondering how to cut it up.
"That's not what I meant…" – he sighed then had to pause to clear his throat. – "Just thought with her voodoo powers she would have made sure to avoid getting sick."
"Her magic doesn't work that way." – was all Vision offered as explanation as he examined the different spices that were supposed to go into the broth. He wasn't really a man of unnecessary words.
"Here, let me do it." – Clint took pity on him, and got up to make his way around the counter, shivering a little as he set his blanket down to have better mobility.
"You should rest, I can take care of this." – the red being protested.
"I have three kids. Trust me, I can handle making a soup even with the sniffles." – Hawkeye huffed, rolling his eyes.
A half an hour later Vision made his way to Wanda's room with a tray in hand, on it a bowl of soup, all sorts of medicine, a glass of water and another with orange juice – he wasn't sure which one would the ailing Avenger girl prefer.
Having learned from his earlier mistake, Vision first knocked on her door. No answer came, so he knocked again a few seconds later. When there was no response the second time around, balancing the tray carefully in one hand, he opened the door quietly to see if the Scarlet Witch was alright.
The brunette had dozed off, snoring slightly, the book she had been reading abandoned, face down on her chest. Her cheeks were flushed, an obvious sign of her fever getting worse.
Quietly setting the tray down on her bedside table, Vision retrieved the book, placing it beside the tray, then made his way to the bathroom to fetch a small towel to dampen with cold water. Returning to Wanda's bedside he placed it onto her forehead.
"Mh?" – the girl woke groggily from the cold contact.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." – Vision apologized in a soft tone, not wanting to worsen her headache if she had one. Fevers usually came with those too.
"No, it's fine…" – she mumbled, looking around blearily. After she spotted the tray, she sat up to see what was on it exactly, coughing a little as she did so.
Wanda reached for what looked like fever reducers and painkillers from the tray without a word, taking them with the water. Noticing the awkward silence, she glanced up at the red figure standing there uncomfortably, unsure what to do with himself.
"You can sit down, you know…" – the witch scooted over a little, patting the bed at her side.
Vision joined her reticently, looking to his side at the tray and its contents. – "Do you want some soup?"
"Yeah… hah… excuse me…" – Wanda's breath hitched and she turned away from the android, cupping her mouth and nose in preparation for the sneeze. – "eh… hikshoo… eh'ktshi…hi…eh…"
And she lost the last one, the false start irritating her nose to no end.
"Bless you." – he offered a couple of tissues to her.
"Thadgz." – the brunette stuffily accepted, blowing her nose hard to clear the congestion. – "So as I was saying, soup would be nice."
Vision placed the tray in her lap, and she ate the soup slowly, blowing on each spoonful.
"This is really good." – she praised surprisedly. Honestly she didn't think he would be such a good cook.
"Clint's merit." – the red being admitted. – "I only got to the cutting up of ingredients before he took over."
"Did he think you were too clumsy and got impatient? He does that to everyone. But compared to him everyone is clumsy in the kitchen." – Wanda tried to reassure him with a smile as she finished the soup.
Taking the tray away from her, Vision stood up, intending to leave and let her rest.
"Wait…" – the Scarlet Witch tentatively called after him, feeling suddenly in desperate need of company, not wanting to be miserable and alone too. – "Could you maybe… stay?"
Wordlessly he set the tray back down and got back onto the bed by her side, looking at her with mild interest as to where this was going.
A bit timidly, but with her fever making her braver, she cuddled up to his side, resting her head on his chest. At first unsure as to what to do, but a second later he awkwardly placed his hand onto her shoulder, drawing her closer to himself.
A wry smile made its way onto her face as she closed her eyes, and seconds later Wanda was blissfully asleep.