It being a Sunday, and Sunday being the only day she had off work, Eva had elected to spend it lying on the floor of her lounge with several blankets, her phone and a crumbling resolve against her teetotality. Vision came and joined her in the late afternoon, having brought his own blanket and a Thermos of tea.
"Are you alright?" he asked, as she shuffled round to put her head in his lap. "You haven't called me for a couple days."
"Yeah," she said, and then immediately followed it with: "no, not really. Do you ever just get sad, sometimes? Like, for no reason?"
"It sounds like you're not producing enough serotonin," said Vision. "I don't think it's possible for my neurological functions to dip below optimum level. Besides, you are allowed to be sad every now and again. It's important to keep the balance."
"Right," said Eva, "because I'm such a peppy person normally."
"You know what I mean."
She rolled over so she was looking up at him. "Any word from Wanda?" she asked, and he turned a slightly deeper maroon than normal.
"I… have not heard of anything, no," he said slowly, measuredly even by his standards.
She reached up to boop his nose. "It'll figure itself out eventually," she assured him, "and if it doesn't, then you're a superhero. I've heard say that you can do anything."
"You don't sound as though you believe in the statement all that much, though," Vision replied with a smile.
"I'm entitled to my opinions."
"Of which you have many."
"Hey!" she exclaimed, and the paused. "Wait, was that an insult or not?"
After a couple minutes of bargaining, Vision managed to get her off of the floor and into the kitchen to cook dinner. "Can't I just get take-out?" she whined, as he handed her vegetables to chop.
"You and your bank balance will thank me later," he said, looking through her refrigerator. "Can you put potatoes in a stir fry?"
"Oh," she said, "honey. Just pass me the noodles and start on the onions, will you? I'm assuming your magical powers stop you from crying."
"I'm not magical," he said, fetching a knife from the dishwasher. "I'm a product of scientific discovery."
"At this point, V, I honestly can't tell the difference. Remember when the craziest thing that ever happened was a serum that made one guy really strong? Now we've got gods and wizards and all sorts that can do everything people much smarter than me can think of, and I can't even reach the top shelf without standing on the counter. Which reminds me – can you grab my soy sauce? It's right above you, where Rachel Carson's waiting for us to leave the chicken unattended."
"Mew."
"I'm watching you," Eva warned the cat as Vision reached onto the top shelf that was reserved for miscellaneous sauces and hungry pets. "If I see one paw go near my food, you're getting taken to the ASPCA."
"Mew."
"Well, that's just disrespectful," Eva said. "Vision, tell her."
"I can't actually communicate with animals," he said.
"It was a joke."
"Oh. Sorry."
She grinned. "Never mind," she said. "I'm just happy you're here."
"Me too."
Mew."
"Nobody asked for your opinion, Rachel Carson."
A/N last week was a bit crummy for me, so I wrote this as a pick-me-up for anyone who needs it. Also, INFINITY WAR TRAILER. I swear it was just last week I was yelling about the one for Civil War. Anyhoo, I am EXTREMELY worried about Vision. DO NOT HARM HIM OR I AM COMING FOR YOU RUSSO BROTHERS