A/N: I originally intended to leave this as a one-shot, but I couldn't help but write something more about them XD
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Breezy Mist - I'm addicted to shipping them too XD So glad it's canon in the comics! Hoping it'll be canon in the movies too~ I love this couple too! Just can't stop thinking about them ahaha hence this new chapter here :P
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Summary for this chapter: Wanda feels alone at the end of Civil War. Luckily, Vision is there to help.
Wanda sighed. It had been a week since Steve had rescued them from that underwater prison, but she still could not shake off the memory of the cold manacles that imprisoned her.
She supposed she should have been happy. T'challa had found them a place to stay, and she was grateful for his help... But sometimes, as she stared at those dreary walls, a part of her felt it was no different from that prison. As if she had not left at all.
Strangely enough, her thoughts never left Vision. A part of her knew that part of the distress she was feeling came from how badly she wanted to see him again.
And how it might be long before she had the chance to do so.
Wanda sighed once more. It was almost 8'o clock— two hours after the others had gathered in the hall for pizza. She couldn't bring herself to join them though, and thus requested to be alone.
A soft tapping from the windows interrupted her thoughts. Turning around, her jaw dropped as she stared.
And stared.
Vision?
She blinked. Am I dreaming? But she was not, and he was there, floating silently outside her window. He waved at her, and gestured toward the locks. Finally coming to her senses, Wanda quickly strode forward and unlocked the windows. "Vision! What are you doing here?"
"I thought you might be lonely," he replied, landing softly in her room.
"But what if someone saw you? It's not safe for you to be around..." Wanda asked worriedly. As much as she was pleased to see him, she doubted the governments would have forgiven the Avengers just yet. As far as she knew, they were still wanted criminals.
Vision laughed. "You forget I'm not quite human, Wanda. There are ways I can travel without being detected. Tony helped too, by hacking the government's satellite systems to make sure I wasn't being followed."
It took a moment before the implications of what he said sank in.
"Stark knows? That loud-mouth knows?" Wanda asked. Oh dear God please don't let that be true.
"Yes," Vision nodded. "He suspected ever since the day the I got... distracted in battle, and confronted me about it. I could not lie."
Wanda groaned. Stark, if you dare breathe a word, I'm going to kill you.
Her eyes must have taken on a murderous hue, for Vision laughed. "Don't worry, Wanda. I told him exactly what is on your mind now."
Wanda glanced at him questioningly.
"I told him I'll smack him to the moon and back if he breathed a word," Vision replied casually. "I think he got the hint."
Wanda blinked, then laughed. "You learn the art of threatening quickly!"
Vision chuckled. "That's not the only thing I learnt..." Reaching into the folds of his cape, he pulled out a red lunch box. He ran his hands over the smooth surface for a few moments before handing it to Wanda. "This is for you," he said shyly.
Wanda curiously took the tin from him; it was warm to the touch. Unlatching the locks, she pried off the cover.
There in the box lay a generous portion of freshly cooked pasta with meatballs and bolognese.
She almost dropped the box.
"Vision! This... this..." her voice trailed off.
Vision reached up with a hand and rubbed the nape of his neck. "I would like to apologise for my tardiness," he said apologetically. "I would have visited sooner, but although I got my spices right, I burnt the meatballs the first few times."
He had even artistically arranged the meatballs to form a heart. A lump formed in her throat.
Oh, Vision. Only you would apologise for doing something so sweet as this.
"There's nothing to apologise," she finally managed. "This... this is really sweet, Vision. Thank you. Thank you so much."
Vision smiled. "Anything for you, my paprika."
Wanda smiled back. The pain in her heart was starting to melt away, replaced with a warmth that only he could bring.
Their gazes met. Wanda took a step closer to Vision, as he did he for her. They drew closer, until their faces were almost touching, enjoying every moment of being so close with each other. Vision pulled Wanda into an affectionate hug, and she responded by resting her head onto his chest. The red box of warm pasta and bolognese lay nestled in between them, the fragrance of paprika surrounding them.
And unbeknownst to the two, the rest of the Avengers watched on, smiling, through a gap in the door.