"I don't want to hear about Stark or Steve or anybody else and what they want or what they need. What do you want? For once, please Vision, stop being so freaking considerate." Her tone dripping with exasperation. A crimson flush travelled up her neck to her cheeks, her head tilting in an effort to meet his eyes which were currently focusing on his feet. She sighed, and approached him tentatively.
"It's been 3 months since you found me. Breaking several international laws and the accords in the process. You have gone out of your way to follow me across the world, from county to country, sometimes for as little as 4 hours together. Why are you doing this?"
"I think you know." He whispered, tentatively meeting her eyes.
"I need to hear it from you. I need to know that I am not seeing things which aren't there."
"You aren't." He raised his eyes to hers properly this time.
Her breath hitched at his words.
"What do you want Vision?"
He closed the distance between them, his eyes still hadn't left hers since his admission. He reached a hand out to hers, and laced his fingers with hers. She broke their gaze to follow the movement of him lifting their joined hands to his mouth. Her jaw dropped slightly and her eyelids fluttered shut as he touched his lips to her hands, feathering his lips across her fingers. She drew in a ragged breath and met his eyes once more. His eyes were soft and his lips twitched into an almost imperceptible smile.
He bowed his head towards hers, turning slightly at the last second to allow his lips to cover hers. Too quickly he pulled away gently, lingering. She licked her lips, eyes still trained on his own lips as she cleared her throat.
"Good answer."
She felt him laugh against her as she cupped his cheek to commence their second kiss.