They were sat in Riverside Park, a long strip of green near Eva's apartment, with a picnic blanket, strawberry laces and a pile of admin Eva had to get through for one of her landscaping jobs. Vision was very good at paperwork, so she was letting him take the brunt of it while she did her best to catch a tan without her pasty Texan skin catching fire. "I tried going vegetarian last week," she said, chewing on a mouthful of candy.
"How long did you last?"
"About twenty minutes. I walked through a food market and there was a barbecue stand. I have no regrets." She picked up the packet of strawberry laces to see if they were gelatine free. "Wanda's vegan, isn't she? How does she manage it?"
"Given that I don't eat," Vision replied, "I'm probably the wrong person to ask. You should go to her directly."
"I would," said Eva, "except she's on the run, and you're the only person who ever knows where she is. I can't exactly text her, can I? That might give the game away."
"I could always give you an address," Vision replied. "I think, after three years of us knowing each other, I consider you trustworthy enough for that. I am sure she would appreciate it."
"Really?" Eva asked, sitting up from her sunbathing position. "She actually, like… likes me?"
"I believe she was a little intimidated by you at first, but –"
"Seriously?! She's got crazy magic powers and she was freaked out by a five foot five gardener from Texas?"
"You can be quite… vehement," Vision said, delicately. "And she knew how close we were. I can understand how someone coming into a world she barely understands would find a woman such as you, a woman so unfazed by it all, a little intimidating. But you are the same age, and a lot more similar than I think either than you realize. I know she considers you a close friend."
Eva put her hands to her cheeks to hide her blush. "I never thought of it like that," she mumbled. "I always figured she was too cool for me."
"You do yourself a disservice," Vision told her. "You are very cool."
"Wow. Coming from you that's a big deal, Mr Ice Cold."
"You're being sarcastic," said Vision. "Aren't you?"
"What gave it away?" Eva asked, grinning. "But – you really think she'll wanna see me?"
"She misses you," he said. "She asks after you more than anyone else."
"Why? I'm not all that great."
"You treated her like a person," he explained. "Not a witch, not a superhero, but a girl like you. You do it with all of us. It means a great deal more than I think you realize. Besides – I think she plans to visit Brighton. You always said you wanted to go. And you have next weekend free. And -"
"Alright, alright. You twisted my arm. I'll go see her. But only 'cause you're not coming with," she added. "I'm no third wheel."
"There's nothing wrong with tricycles," Vision said brightly.
"Oh, shut up."
A/N so let's say that, hypothetically, I had a really dumb/great idea for a Kilmonger oneshot. And that hypothetical idea was technically a crossover with the wholesome BBC4 sitcom Detectorists, although you don't need to know anything about the show to understand what was going on in this HYPOTHETICAL fic. Say I wrote this and - hypothetically - uploaded it to The Civilian Files. Would anyone be interested in reading it? Hypothetically, of course.