AN: Enjoy!

His Teammates liked food, Vision noticed.

However, they all liked different foods, and which they liked seemed to say a lot about who they were.

Captain Rogers carefully balanced his meals, making sure he got the exact nutrients needed for the day.

Sam was always active, so he liked healthy snacks he could eat quickly or have on the go- Various liquid breakfasts, Protein bars.

Natasha, for entirely different reasons than Sam, could never stay in one spot for long. Her training, ingrained so deeply within her, would not let her settle. So, Vision had observed, her food preferences were all about convenience. Anything she could 'nuke' in the Microwave and be on her way. She also had quite the sweet tooth. He had seen a note from one of her Barton Family care packages reminding her to 'please eat something that wasn't microwaveable or packed with sugar once in awhile'.

Then there was Wanda Maximoff.

When Wanda got in the Kitchen, she would often be there for hours, intricately crafting a dish. Constantly tasting, adding more salt or spices.

Though Vision didn't eat, he liked watching Wanda cook. To learn how, if the need to cook for his teammates ever arose. Wanda didn't mind. She would smile at him -Vision quite liked it when Wanda smiled-, and describe whatever she was making. Patiently explain each step, each ingredient and why she was adding them. Her speciality, he learned, was in big pots of soup, stews, curries. Comfort food.

"Comfort food?"

On this particular day, Wanda had decided to let Vision help, chopping some vegetables, but he wasn't to touch the spices. They confused him. There were so many, and a lot of them looked so similar.

"Mmhm. It can be anything that makes you feel good when you eat it, so its different for everyone I suppose.. To me, its anything really warm and hearty. It would get really cold in Sokovia at night."

Wanda tasted a spoonful from the huge pot on the stove, then added a little more of one of those spices Vision wasn't sure of, and a few of the carrots he had chopped for her. She always made far more than the Avengers would eat in one sitting, but that was okay. The leftovers would end up in the freezer for a busy day, and certainly helped in the constant battle to make sure Nat ate more than hotpockets and Pop Tarts.

"Damn, Wanda" said Sam, eyeing the pot as he and Capt. Rogers returned from a jog, "You cookin' for an army again?"

Wanda blushed, and Vision felt like scolding Sam for embarrassing her. She mumbled something about it being tempting to cook too much when you'd been through not having enough, then quickly turned her attention back to the stove.

Capt. Rogers tugged a suddenly guilty looking Sam away by his sleeve, quietly admonishing him.

Vision was confused. Why would Wanda not have had enough food?

"Wanda.." he began.

The Scarlet Witch jumped out of whatever hole her mind had fallen into, managing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Cut some garlic for me, Vizh?"

Wanda's smiles, even forced, were still a relatively rare sight, and Vision did not want to be the one to kill one of those smiles. Whatever he had been going to ask, the words died in his synthetic throat.

"Garlic. Of course."