A/N: moving into CW now.


Little Things

"And what do you want?"

"For people to see you, as I do."

Wanda's heart beat in her chest like a hammer as his teal eyes peered into her own. How could Vision be so naive, yet say these kinds of things? Things that made her think. The worst part was she knew it wasn't bullshit. Nothing like the beautiful empty declarations pretty boys in Sokovia said. No, his simple words were beautiful because he said them sincerely, without the slightest clue as to what they were doing to her.

As he brushed her forearm gently with his thumb, she felt her remaining anger about her house arrest dissipate. She wanted to step into him, rest her cheek against his chest and feel his arms around her. Instead, she stepped back, out of his reach. Quickly, she buried her feelings as far down as she could, lest he sense them.

She was uncomfortable, Vision recognized. "So about that pizza?"

"I am not hungry," she lied.

"Oh. Well, then, how about a film?"

She crossed her arms, a distraction sounded like a good idea right now. "What film?"

"I have been meaning to watch The Magnificent Seven. It is of the western genre."

"What's it about?"

"A band seven mercenaries become unlikely heroes when they are hired to save a town from bandits," Vision recited the synopsis.

She shrugged, "Alright."

Instead of going down to the theater room, they moved over to the cardinal colored sectional sofa Rhodes had dubbed the 'Hot Seat.' Using the remote, Wanda summoned down the projection screen from the ceiling while Vision took a seat just right to the center of the couch, crossing his legs and settling his arm over the back rest. He had expected Wanda to sit one space left of him, as he observed was the social norm. But was pleasantly surprised when she plopped down on the cushion next to his.

Throughout the film, Wanda squirmed in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, pulling them up to her chest and the like. Over time, she had unwittingly settled herself closer and closer to Vision. Mere centimeters away now.

Having been distracted from the film, Vision found himself hypothesizing if her actions were the result of restless leg syndrome. Rhodey had advised against looking up symptoms on Google, but surely this was an exception. Peering down at Wanda from the corner of his eye, he was abruptly overcome with the urge to touch her again. His arm, above her on the back of the sofa, could come to rest quite comfortably on her shoulder, he imagined.

With Wanda's every fidget, his fingers twitched. What was this sudden craving for physical contact? It wasn't as if he hadn't touched a hundred times before during combat training. And why was he so nervous about it? His energy pulsed as his chest began to rise and fall with breaths he didn't need to take. Hastily, he fought to keep his barriers up so as not to alert her to his anxiety.

Startled, Wanda jumped when Bernando was shot. "No," she gasped and leaned into Vision.

Without any further thought, Vision settled his hand on her shoulder and was elated when she leaned even more into his side. Success! he celebrated, excited. A smile crept to his face, despite the chaos of the protagonists dying on screen.

However, much too soon, Chris and Vin were riding off into the frontier, and the film was over.

"What did you think?" he asked as the credits rolled.

"It was good. Sad, but good. I did not think so many would die. But the farmers won."

"You know, this film was actually a remake of the Japanese film called Seven Samurai," he said conversationally.

"Is that so?"

He nodded.

"Is it good?"

"I've not seen it yet."

"Put it on then," she said, getting up. "I am going to make popcorn."

While Vision was relieved they were going to continue spending time near each other, he was disappointed she had left his embrace. What did this mean? Why was he feeling so strangely? Since their initial discovery, her psyche had attracted his, but this was somehow different - somehow more. This tug did not originate from his psyche, but somewhere else entirely. Nervously, he checked and rechecked his barriers. If Wanda knew what he was feeling, she would surely be put off.

xx

In the kitchen, Wanda tossed the bag into the microwave, not even bothering with the gourmet popcorn maker, and tried to collect herself. 'Get it together, Maximoff!'

What was wrong with her? She was acting like, like—

Oh no, she grimaced. Pietro had predicted this.

'You are such a weirdo magnet,' her brother had teased her.

'Shut up,' she gently shoved him. 'Says the man who will chase any pretty face with legs.'

'I am serious,' her twin had laughed and caught her in his arms. 'If there is a weirdo within five miles, you will find him cute.'

Cute? Vision? No, no. He was too— she caught herself. Was what exactly? Too good? Too innocent? Too synthetic? Gripping the counter top, she tried to control her heart rate.

She was being ridiculous, right? There was no way that this was a ... thing, she argued with herself. She was too young. Even though Vision himself was barely a year old. She was too volatile. This he knew better than most.

It didn't matter anyway. Vision didn't see her like that. They were friends, probably best friends. Which is why they were so comfortable with each other. They could sit, his arm around her and she could snuggle into him, because they were best friends. He was after all, quite warm and smelled like fresh laundry. It was nice. Nothing wrong with that.

To prove her point to herself, when Wanda returned, popcorn in hand, she settled next to Vision's side, his arm around her once again.

See? Nothing weird.

So wrapped up in their anxieties, neither noticed the tether strengthening once again.


A/N: Happy Scarlet Vision Day :)