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3. Intervention
"No fucking way!" is the cry that comes from Sam's lips.
Across the room, the Colonel laughs in amusement, straightens his shoulders and sends a look to his friend that is serious enough for Sam to believe his words.
"When? Who?" Sam asks, dropping onto the couch in a too-dramatic motion.
Rhodes rolls his eyes; however, he responds. "I don't know in detail, man; I only know that Tony is helping Big Red conquer Wanda."
Sam laughs. "How did I not notice before?" He sighs audibly. "I mean, Robo Guy and Maximoff are spending way too much time together recently, reading those types of cheesy love stories."
"According to Tony, Vision likes her a lot."
Sam's lips curve at that statement. A mischievous gesture plays on his face before he gets up with a bang, smiling.
Rhodey watches him suspiciously. "What in the name of God do you intend to do?"
Sam shrugs with rehearsed naturalness. "Just speed the game up a bit."
Rhodey smiles. "You don't mean to say..."
"Our Big Red needs help! Being the honorary soldiers that we are, we should lend him a hand, don't you think?"
Rhodey nods and Sam's eyes sparkle with amusement. "Maximoff definitely won't know what hit her!"
She doesn't consider herself a morning person, but she enjoys the silence that comes with the hours closest to sunrise.
The atmosphere is usually quiet, allowing her to distract herself from her teammates' complex web of thoughts.
But today, it's the exception. The flow of ideas and thoughts is strong, fast. Strong enough for her powers to flourish and be attracted to the active flow of thoughts.
She frowns. There are too many scrambled thoughts; but they all seem to focus in one place.
Strange.
Wanda takes a sip of her fresh coffee and lets her mind guide her into the flow of thoughts.
When she realizes that her steps have taken her to the training circuit for the cadets and staff of SHIELD, she frowns.
They usually train every two weeks on Mondays at the Avengers' facilities at Clint's request, ensuring the installation provides them with new tools in the field of war, armada and strategy.
But the strange thing is that today is Wednesday.
She's stopped in her analysis by a soft and gentle voice.
"He's adorable!"
It's the first thing she hears. Then someone else speaks.
"He's strong, very strong."
"He's sexy, who would have said that red would be so damned sensual?" asks a close voice.
"I wouldn't mind playing with his circuits, if you know what I mean," the voice answers at his side, ending with a note that borders on the suggestive.
Wanda's lips form a line as she keeps walking.
"I wouldn't mind if he can really sweat in different situations," the first voice responds, excited at the prospect of this sensual man.
When the gym sign welcomes her, she sees Natasha and Maria Hill smiling as they engage in a seemingly distant conversation about the tactical, strategic domain issues of which they always speak.
Wanda takes two more steps, making her presence known. Both women turn around and greet her politely.
"What's going on?" she asks, when her eyes open skeptically at the scene before her.
Sam runs from one side to the other, wearing sports pants and a US Army T-shirt UU, stained on the neck and armpits. Sweat glistens on his forehead. Wanda realizes he's instructing, or criticizing, or something like that, moving mostly on the defensive.
At his side, Vision attacks him, using a fine and fast movement, laying him on the ground.
But it's not only his movements that make her eyes settle on him; it's the shape of his red chest in sight. His bare chest.
She swallows.
He wears only short black sports pants and matching sports shoes.
She watches him, appreciating his form, the way he moves, the ripple of hard muscle.
Sam says something she can't understand, but Vision laughs, the sound deep and low in his throat.
She's blushing like a teenager at the sound of his laughter and the massive form of his body.
He really is a Vision.
And it's quite clear she's not the only one who thinks that. A group of women around her sigh with mischievous eyes and suggestive gestures directed towards the red robot.
She doesn't know why, but she hates the thought of other women eating the innocent, kind and gentlemanly Vision with their eyes.
At her hands runs an endearing energy, which slowly takes hold of her fingers at the sound sand suggestive comments of the women.
She hates them.
But it's Mary who intervenes.
Hill snorts loudly.
"All right ladies, keep up your workouts! This is basic training for indoor tactics, not 101 classes for hormonal teens," shouts Maria with her intimidating voice, accompanied by strong footsteps.
They complain for a few seconds, but then they walk towards the heavy machines, exclusive creations by Tony Stark.
Wanda smiles. Goodbye girls, she almost wants to say in a childish voice, but manages to control herself.
Sam crosses to the side of the ring and grabs a towel and a bottle of water. He takes a drink and wipes his neck before leaning on the ropes, looking at her. "Wanda!" he greets.
"Nice training, Sam, you've got a lot of followers! You should be proud of that," she says, regretting that her words sound so short.
Sam smiles, slow and lazy. He turns around. "I know," he says. "But I'm not the only one. My robo friend has gotten many pretty women babbling about him, too."
She doesn't know why, but that statement irritates her the most.
"It's him, now?" she says.
"I'm sure that in a short time he will receive unexpected calls inviting him to have fun," Sam responds in a funny tone.
Wanda folds her arms over her chest. "He's not that kind of man, Sam."
Sam laughs. "He could be." Again, he smiles mischievously at her.
How she hates that smug smile!
"Can you blame them? He's a very well-built boy, Wanda."
She snorts, not letting eyes travel to the very well-constructed form that is Vision.
She's about to reply but Sam has already walked away, smiling like the wolf who managed to attack his prey.
"Good morning, Wanda." Vision's voice brings her back to earth.
She raises her gaze to focus on his eyes and not on the way his chest rises and falls as he breathes.
Her voice sounds much less light than she would have liked. "Good morning, Vizh. Early training?"
He nods, taking a white sports shirt and pulling it over him.
She feels relieved by that gesture.
"Sam invited me to practice certain defensive and attack movements with him. He made it clear that at this time no one would be found in the gym. I must assume that he came to the wrong conclusion."
She frowns. Of course! Sam is being an exhibitionist. And attracting Vizh with him.
Seconds later, Hill says goodbye, and the door closes with a click behind her, leaving them alone.
"Wanda?" he calls, and she can see the golden blue radiating in his irises, contrasting in a beautiful color mixture.
"Umm, yes?"
"Are you all right?" he asks with a warm note of comfort in his voice.
Wanda nods quickly, feeling her cheeks heat up. "Yes, just spaced out for a second."
"Can I walk you to breakfast? The first meal of the day is the most important," he recites with a clear matter of fact that he has her smiling openly.
She nods again, and they both go silently to the upper floors.
"You were the center of attention in the fight," she says as they enter the elevator. "You've won a bunch of fans," she declares, not daring to look at him, hating that her mind keeps conjuring up his bare chest.
She can imagine the frown on his face as he responds. "I do not really know what to say, Wanda. I do not think I'm the kind of individual followed by a group of people, as you currently suggest."
She laughs. Innocent and clueless Vision. "They think you're hot."
"Hot." He repeats the word like a prayer. She giggles. "How can anyone think that? Is it based on the measurement of body temperature?"
"No, Vizh." She smiles at him kindly. "They think you're sexy, like the pretty woman who looked after you when we went shopping for clothes, remember?"
He nods solemnly. "Is it a common thought?"
Wanda bites her lips. "You could say that, if you rely on the facts." She takes a breath. "Women find you attractive."
He leans slightly to his side. His hand moves gently to place a red lock behind her ear. She swallows. If it was another boy, she would think it was a flirting strategy, but it's Vizh, the person who, for three weeks, talked to her about corny novels and music. He, who taught her the abstract and artistic forms of art, the beautiful colors from Heaven. He wouldn't do that. He wouldn't try to make a pass on her.
He is too innocent for that.
Too far from malice, and from the greedy eyes of others.
So she smiles and relaxes at his momentary touch.
However, when his fingers touch her cheek like a soft caress, his blue eyes focus on her and his voice lowers an octave, she can't help feeling her breathing increase, her heart beating strongly in her chest and her skin heating up.
"You also find me attractive, Wanda?"
She watches his beautiful blue eyes darken slightly, or so she thinks. His well-formed lips open, his Adam's apple bobs down and up.
His slender body tenses at the response.
She can see that and more. She wants to integrate herself into his mind and see beyond the synthetic tissues; see the deep way in which he sees the world.
Because it's not just his form that she finds attractive, it's him. A complex being with clear parts of Stark, Bruce, the gem, the Dra that recessed it and a substantial abyss wrapped deep in it that contains Ultron.
She wants to tell him what she sees.
But her lips are sealed, shy at the thought of him thinking that her gaze is the same lustful look of those agents.
He sighs and moves away.
Wanda opens her mouth, but it's too late. The elevator has opened its doors, and Stark welcomes them with a funny smile. He pulls Vision by the arm and the moment is officially broken.
"That was incredibly subtle," Natasha says behind him as he drops his towel on the couch and takes a new bottle of water from the refrigerator.
"I have no idea what you're suggesting, Nat," Sam responds innocently.
The redhead shakes her head; he can see the smile that wants to bloom on her lips. "I don't think the show at the gym was just to raise your ego."
"Is it my fault that the female agents like a good fight between two completely attractive men?"
Nat gives him an incredulous look. Sam smiles goofily.
"It's Wednesday. They only come on Monday."
At this, Sam's smile only grows. "Figures. Maybe someone made a mistake in the schedule."
"Maybe someone planned for them to be here today? My question is why?"
"Don't be like that, Nat. As long as our dear Barton isn't involved with all those looks from beautiful women, you shouldn't care." He lets go of trying to unleash an emotional response in her. It almost succeeds.
"What are you playing at, Sam?"
His eyes narrow. "Why, do you want to be in the game?"
She sighs, even his questions sound like poor pick-up lines.
"What's in it for me?"
"Help our robo friend help to consolidate the love between two new and innocent people..."
"Or one hundred and fifty dollars to whoever manages to get our little birds in love first." It's Rhodey, who makes an entrance.
Nat's gaze passes between Sam and Rhodes before speaking again. "Seriously?"
"Robo Guy and Little Witch. It's a sound incredible for me."
"So, what do you say, Nat? Are you in?"
She smiles broadly at both. This will be like taking candy from a baby. "Absolutely."
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