"Eva. Eva."
She snorted and jerked her head up, then realized she was lying face-down in a bed that wasn't her own. "Uh?" she said, opening one eye. "Oh. Hey, V. What am I doing in your room?"
"I found you passed out in your shed," he told her, "I thought you might be more comfortable in here."
"Ah," she said, scratching the birds' nest that was her hair, "right."
The inarguably greatest perk of Eva's job was that she now officially had her own gardener's shed at the HQ. It had two lawnmowers, more equipment than she knew the names for, a secret stash of moonshine liquor and her Leslie Knope poster on the wall, and ever since she had been hired it had practically become her second home. She hazily recalled working late last night on some soil samples in an attempt to see why some of her plants weren't growing, and then remembered that she had run out of energy drink. "Whoops."
"Sleep is necessary, you know," he told her as she sat up, "I would recommend it. Does wonders for the system."
"Stop mothering me," she said, "and I, uh, I mean… someone who wasn't me kind of drooled on your sheets a bit while they were asleep. I'm sure they're very sorry about it."
"Then I'm sure they can run them down to the laundry later," Vision said with a smile, and she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Well, there goes the last of your butler-ness. Where's everyone else?"
"Either out on a mission or having an argument over the politics of our new Secretary of State, I think."
"That Ross guy?" Eva asked, popping her joints. "He's not the most popular person round here at the moment, I've noticed."
"He divides opinions most spectacularly," Vision agreed. "I ought to go. But before I get to ask… how was your birthday?"
Her face cracked into a massive grin. "You, sir," she said, "are a genius."
On the morning of March 19th, Eva had received a message telling her to go onto the roof of her apartment block. It had been transformed into a tiny skyline allotment as part of a city scheme to improve awareness and sustainability, and someone had anonymously recommended her block to be a part of it. Eva had spent the day teaching the kids from the floor below her how to plant vegetable seeds, and she had never been happier in her life. It had been a fairly easy guess to make regarding who the anonymous recommender actually was. The Avengers had been very busy as of late, meaning she had not seen him for weeks, but there was a distinct Vision-like touch to the act. Only he would think of something like this.
"I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about, Miss Kresk."
"Sure ya don't. But thank you, anyway. We're growing tomatoes."
"How very exciting."
"Was that sarcasm, Vision?"
"I could not say, Eva. If you'll excuse me, I am needed elsewhere."
"You're a terrible liar," she called after him, and he waved as he closed the door behind him.
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