AN: Enjoy!
Vision flew back to his apartment with the unconscious Wanda in his arms, entering through the window and laid the Demon in his bed.
There was a demon in his bed. A Demon. It seemed very wrong, after all his training.. Vision shook his head. What she was didn't matter now. She had saved him.
Vision looked the young demon over, taking stock of her injuries. Wanda's face was bruised, whether from the fight or the fall he couldn't be entirely sure.. he decided to let himself believe that it was the fall, because the idea of anyone hitting her beautiful face made him feel quite ill.. no, bad Vision, don't think of the Demon as beautiful!
But she was beautiful. She didn't even look like a demon now, she just looked like a girl. Vision shook his head again, getting back to the task at hand.
Her left leg was bent at an unnatural angle, clearly broken.. and of course, there were the gashes across her stomach, blood soaking her ruined shirt. Vision gulped, suddenly realising that he would have to remove said shirt to properly examine and treat her wounds. Well, he had to do what he had to do.
He took a nervous step closer. As ruined as the shirt was, it seemed easier to rip it than to pull it off over her head, so that is what Vision did. Wanda stirred feebly, but didn't wake. He looked her over again, trying very hard to keep his eyes away from her chest, but was relieved to notice that she was in fact wearing a bra, because he would have been so much more uncomfortable if she hadn't been. Aside from the gashes, which thankfully weren't too deep, there was a large ugly bruise blooming across her side, indicating a possibly broken rib.
Now that he had mentally catalogued her injuries, he could work out how to treat them. Vision fetched cloths, warm water, antiseptic, ointments, bandages, and finally broke the head off an old broomstick he had found to use it as a makeshift splint. He knew he had to start with the leg, to immobilise the break as soon as possible, but first he would have to adjust it back into it's proper position, and that would not be pleasant.
"Wanda?" Vision asked quietly. Her only reply was a very soft groan, but he kept speaking anyway. It made him feel better to tell her what he was doing. "Your leg is broken. I'm going to have to re-position it to splint it so it heals properly.. I'm sorry, but this will hurt."
He reached out, taking a breath to steady his hands, grasped her leg, and pulled it straight.
Wanda screamed, red eyes flying open, burning scarlet energy surrounding her hands, and Vision leapt backwards, panicking.
"I'm sorry.. leg.. broken.. just trying to.."
"I.. I know" Wanda looked at him, and that was a good thing, because her gaze kept Vision's own gaze averted from her now heaving chest. Her eyes were green again, and the energy was slowly receding. "I heard you, kind of. Just.. La dracu, that hurt."
"Sorry again. Um.. I still need to splint that leg.."
"I know.. go on then" Seeing that he was nervous, she continued, smirking a little. "I don't bite.. much."
Vision gulped, but set about bandaging and splinting her leg. Then, he cleaned the excess blood from around her wounds, fetched a fresh cloth, and began to gently dab them with antiseptic.
Wanda winced, and whimpered a little. She looked pale, and watching her like this, it was easy to forget what she was.
"I'm sorry.." After he finished with the antiseptic, Vision rubbed some ointment to the bruised area around her ribs, and bandaged her wounds.
"You don't have to be sorry" Wanda groaned, managing to sit up. "I should go.."
"You're not going anywhere in your state" Vision frowned. He really should not have cared so much about what she did, but he couldn't help feeling responsible for her now. "You have at least two broken bones, maybe more.."
"It's not safe for you if I stay here.. Where's my shirt?"
"Uh.. I ripped it."
"You what?!" The red eyes returned.
"It was ruined anyway!" Vision flinched when she yelled, and quickly opened a drawer to pull out a shirt. "I was going to lend you one of mine.."
"Give me that!" Wanda snatched the shirt from him and tried to stand, but completely forgot about her broken leg. She cried out, turning even paler, and almost immediately crumpled. Vision caught her.
"You are not going anywhere" Vision repeated, albeit a little more gently.
"I.." Wanda prepared to argue, then sighed, defeated. "Am not going anywhere.. At least not Tonight."
Relieved, Vision helped her back into bed.
"Would you like any painkillers?" He asked, then thought for a moment. "Do they work on you?"
"Hmm.. well, there's just enough human left in me that it's probably worth a shot."
"Right.." Vision headed into his bathroom to fetch a couple of pills, from the medication cabinet that had been well stocked up in preparation for his arrival, stopped by the kitchen for a glass of water, returned to Wanda.. And paused, blinking. "Did you just say.."
"I did."
"You have human left in.. how?" Vision was confused, but it would explain quite a lot. Like how Wanda definitely didn't seem pure evil.
"It's complicated" Wanda shrugged, taking the pills and swallowing them, before looking up at him once more. "Why are you helping me? Mysterio thought you were leaving, you could have got out of this whole stupid mess."
"Like I said, it was the right thing to do" said Vision. "Anyway, I could ask you the same question."
"He would have killed you. Mysterio's not the 'make it quick' type when it comes to killing, and I didn't think you deserved that" said Wanda. "Besides, I meant what I said. We need one of you around here."
"Oh.. well, Thank you.. Um, would you like something to eat?.. What do you eat?"
"The hearts of Virgins."
"What?!" Vision yelped, and one hand clutched at his own chest.
"Kidding!" Wanda laughed, seeming just a little too pleased at having flustered him so. "Normal food is fine.. But I think what I really need is rest.."
"Of course.. lay back down, I'll fetch you an extra blanket."
By the time he returned, Wanda had either fallen asleep or passed out again. Vision checked her over one last time, making sure she wasn't bleeding through her bandages, that her splint was tight enough, that she was breathing properly.
Then he covered her with the blankets, and simply watched her for a while. She looked, peaceful, and not in as much pain now. Vision was grateful for that. No-one deserved to be in pain, demon or not.
He sighed, leaving her be, and made up his own bed on the couch.
The Angel's life was becoming very complicated.
