Based on Perfect by Ed Sheeran.
The first sight Vision beheld was Wanda Maximoff. Her scarlet lips curved into a smile as his eyelids blinked away the sleep. As a synthetic human, Vision would've played his daily routine inside his mind. Somehow, his first thought wasn't about training or brewing Mr. Stark a coffee. His first thoughts were about how Wanda's eyes replicated a canvas that Picasso could've painted a spectacular piece of art across.
They were beautiful.
Once his hands rummaged across the bedsheets, Wanda followed his lead and curled her fingers around his. Pain pulsed across his chest and forehead, something more excruciating than just being slammed into concrete. Yet, once he remembered how soft her skin was, the pain faded.
Wanda hummed as their skin touched, "I was wondering when you'd wake up."
Vision squeezed her hand, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, though I wasn't expecting you to be here."
She smiled, "Well, isn't that a nice surprise to wake up to?"
A light brighter than the sun could provide constructed Wanda's smile. In between, Vision also glimpsed at the pain. How beautifully wonderful he felt knowing that Wanda Maximoff fought through these times of trauma, yet shoved them aside her with the acceptance of herself.
Not only had the Black Order revealed how death almost felt like, but insecurity also caused his pain. How young he was experiencing love for the first time. Vision understood there were infinite types of love: family, friendship, unrequited, forbidden, and romantic. Love hadn't been assigned a definition, with the exception of Wanda's beautiful face next to the word.
He hoped she knew how beautiful she was. Inside and out.
Attempting to mirror her beautiful smile, Vision replied, "Of all the surprises, seeing you is beyond compare."
Attempting to straighten his posture, Vision pushed himself away from the bed only to receive a scorching punch of pain to his stomach. A yelp escaped his throat. His breathing became ragged. Only the tender touch of Wanda's palm across his shoulder soothed the sensation. He struggled sitting up beside her, but that wouldn't stop his careful grip around Wanda's wrist.
"You need to rest your body," Wanda murmured. She knew even her average volume in speaking would've pierced Vision's hearing. "I'll get anything you need, you just promise to let yourself recover."
Vision wouldn't argue. Leaning his head back against the pillow, he heaved a desperate sigh. Touching her hand wasn't enough. He wanted her figure resting inside his arms, secure and content within his comfort. See? Love can be capable of attacking naïve minds.
"I was hoping to share affection with you again," Vision admitted. His eyes never tore from her endearing expression, something he loved most about her. "Out of all my memories, I'll never forget that moment."
Chuckling at his cheesiness, Wanda smoothed her thumb across his cheek. She loved how Vision needn't mention that particular moment because they both understood immediately. Nothing raised her spirits more than that night in the hotel. Learning these actions calmed his mind in Edinburgh, she found the opportunity to launch him into cloud nine once again. Vision responded, trailing his hands along her arms, marking every inch of skin as his. From the moment he saw her, Vision knew that the fortunate soul in the future would be ecstatic to share their eternal love with Wanda.
That fortunate soul was him this whole time.
They were only youthful heroes, according to the other Avengers and the majority of supporters. Yet, Wanda and Vision treated their love like a delicate mineral - a strong substance that bound the two together.
And what do you want?
An unbeatable urge grew inside Vision. Yes, he urged the entire whole to notice the perfection in Wanda Maximoff. But Vision couldn't prevent that nagging inside him whenever another man gazed at her in a similar fashion to him. He wanted Wanda to be his. He needed to show her what he wanted. So, with her hands becoming an advantage across his face, Vision guided her palm until he enclosed her grip above the mind stone.
All of a sudden, a beautiful visage flashed before Wanda's eyes.
Her hand was entwined with Vision's as they strolled across a meadow. She giggled at Vision's zaffre sweater, matching her own yellow tea-length dress. Daisies and sunflowers tickled their arms; the sun cast a spotlight upon the couple. It took a moment until Wanda gasped at two pieces of jewelry presenting themselves on their fingers.
Wedding rings.
Resting their foreheads together, Wanda grinned, "If that's our future, where do we start?"
Vision found difficulty in controlling himself. How close their faces were between the heated moment; he wished they would remain in that position forever. Closing his eyes, Vision whispered, "Right here, where I know you're safe."
Before they could share more infatuated kisses, Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanov entered the room. The door handle caused Wanda to jerk, which raised Vision's disappointment, as shifted her face away. Yet, he found her adorable attempting to hide her blush from their teammates.
"Ah," Steve held up his hands in defense, surrendering to Wanda's embarrassed expression. "I'm sorry, but I wouldn't have walked in if I was aware that you two were about to fondue."
Laughter erupted from Natasha, and Wanda couldn't wish harder for the ground to swallow her body. Classic Steve Rogers. Wasn't there any way to achieve some peace away from their team? Anything: From the beginning of the Civil War, just when Wanda believed that she formed a perfect friendship, to the night when the Black Order attacked them. Surely, they'd been granted some sense of tranquility?
Guiding Steve back to the door, Natasha left before offering a small wink.
Sighing, Wanda connected her gaze with Vision once again. A curious glint seemed apparent in his eyes, as he pondered, "May I ask what fondue means?"
Hoisting one leg over his waist, Wanda stared at Vision with half-lidded eyes and replied, "If that's what you want too, then I'm gonna have to lock that door."
Vision, still oblivious to this implied definition, still smirked at Wanda's playfulness. At long last, the perfection he pictured in his dreams became a reality. He could compliment her beauty in his mind, and she would finally hear them.