"Are you drunk?"
"Goo' queshion," Wanda slurred, pointing a hand at the android she was speaking to, nearly tipping her entire glassful of wine onto the floor; only the quick reflexes of the non-intoxicated of the duo saved the white carpet under their feet from gaining a splash of color.
Vision quickly, carefully liberated the woman of her glass, setting it on a table not far away and offering a steadying hand as the brunette tilted on her feet, blinking sluggishly and grinning far wider then she normally did.
"Wanda," he said slowly, trying to grab hold of her sleeve in at least an attempt to keep her upright, "What did you drink?"
"I 'unno," she admitted, hiccuping briefly; he led her to a very expensive-looking couch and let her flop onto it bonelessly, hair spread out behind her like a dark halo and giggling gleefully, "Wine n'stuff. I'ss good stuff; you shou' try it."
"I'd rather not," he declined, trying to ignore the mild stab of panic at the back of his mind; she'd had no more than three sips, and she was acting like this? His eyes trailed suspiciously to the glass on the table.
Had something been in it…?
Clamping down on the panic again - human emotions were so hard to control; he had no idea how they could do this 24/7 - he activated his communicator, resisting the urge to smile as Wanda curled up like a cat and hummed a lullaby under her breath, too tired to remember the words properly.
"Yo," said Hawkeye on the other end, and Vision jumped on the connection.
"Wanda had a sip of the red wine; I believe it may have something a little more than alcohol in it. She didn't even finish the glass and she's already-"
"You let Wanda drink wine?" cut off Pietro's voice, and Vision blinked; instead of the outraged, self-righteous big-brother-knows-best speech he'd expected, the elder twin sounded on the verge of outright laughter.
"Yyyeeeessss?" Vision drawled, trying not to cringe; Quicksilver was difficult on a good day, but with his sister drunk and possibly poisoned-
"Oh, well, don't be surprised if she passes out; Wanda's a total lightweight. Even a sniff of liquor and she's drunk as a skunk. She'll be fine in a few hours, no problem," Pietro revealed, now audibly laughing on the other end like this was not the most stressful moment of Vision's life.
The android deflated at the words, a relieved smile lifting his lips as Wanda tugged lightly on his cape, pouting childishly.
"I wan' more," she moaned, pointing at the table.
"What the hell?" demanded Pietro, and Vision realized that sounded more than a bit suggestive.
"Thank you, Quicksilver, that will be all," he said, quickly cutting off the connection before the speedster could scream at him; he floated over to the couch, carefully pulling Wanda into a sitting position. "Come on, let's get out of here before your brother jeopardizes the mission to kill me."
"Carry me," Wanda demanded, holding out her arms in clear invitation.
Vision rolled his eyes, but smiled.
"As you wish."