AN: Enjoy!


Wanda, for her own part in the current situation, hadn't intended to get quite so carried away herself. Vision, her sweet, naive Angel boy, was starting to have a greater effect on her than she would ever have admitted. She was reminded of just how sweet he was yet again when she remembered the stool he had put in the shower for her, so she could keep the weight off of her injured leg.

She'd never think that this could be anymore than what it was, of course. Just a bit of fun, a bit of stress relief for them both.

So, unlike poor Vision, Wanda felt no guilt at all about holding the image of him in her mind and letting her hand slide down her body, slipping between her legs to fuck herself on her fingers. Moans escaping from her throat as she thought of his blue eyes, pupils wide and dark with arousal, his hands on her, the sound of his moans.. And oh, what was that?

Wanda could hear him now, one of the advantages of her demonic physiology. She listened to him as she sped up the movements of her fingers, quite close herself by now. Listened to the sound of his pants being unzipped, the quickening of his breath, knowing he was thinking of her. Listened to the strangled cry as he came, before she followed him just a few moments later, crying out as her own release took hold.

For some reason Wanda couldn't quite fathom, she took just a little longer than average to recover, extra time to catch her breath, letting the warm spray of the shower rinse away sweat and the smell of sex before she reached for the shampoo to wash her hair.

She could just see Vision now, imagined him all embarrassed and adorably flustered, trying to tidy himself up before she returned, and smiled at the thought of how flustered he would become when she asked him to change her bandages again. She did love to tease him, her.. Wanda paused.

Vision wasn't hers. This whole thing was just a bit of fun. In a few weeks, when her leg was healed, Wanda would be out of his home, out of his life. He could get back to doing good and waiting for his sweet Angel girl, and Wanda, well.. Wanda wasn't quite sure where she would be. It didn't matter, really. It was all for the best, she knew it was.. And yet, the thought of leaving made her just a little sad.

Wanda threw her head back under the spray, grateful, because the water beating down on her face made it much easier to ignore the single traitorous tear that had escaped her eye.


Wanda waited in the shower long enough to get her head back on straight, on the verge of using up all the hot water. And when she got out, dressed and returned to Vision, she resolved to behave just as she normally did, flirty and naughty and demonic. He would never know that Wanda had cried. Because she hadn't. Of course not. It was one tear, she'd probably just gotten soap in her eye.

"Hey, Inger, are you ready to change my.. Whoa!" In all of Wanda's grand plans to behave normally, she hadn't accounted for the possibility of herself making a wrong move with her crutches and almost falling.

Vision flew across the room, literally flew, wings and all, across the room to catch her, and damn, did he look majestic with those things in full display.

"Are you alright?" He asked her.

"Yeah, I'm fine.." Wanda was shaken slightly, but quickly recovered. She looked up at him, seeing the slight flush remaining in his cheeks, and smirked, her eyes flickering red. "Are you, though? You look a little flustered.."

"Oh, uh, I.." He stammered. "I'm, um, okay.."

"Great. So, my bandages?"

"Right. I'll, uh, fetch some fresh ones.."

"Okay. And Vision?"

"Yes?"

"Keep your wings out, they're kinda hot."

"I.. um.. Right.." Vision hurried off to fetch the bandages, and Wanda laughed.

He was so easy to tease, and she resolved to simply enjoy doing so, for however long their time together lasted.


Vision rebandaged and splinted her leg first, then moved on to the wounds on her stomach. He did manage to surprise Wanda, with how stubbornly he managed to try and remain a gentleman, after everything. How, as he applied a new dose of antiseptic and rebandaged her wounds, he never let his eyes drift to her chest.

"You were touching them less than an hour ago" Wanda raised an eyebrow. "And it's not like I'm completely topless, I have a bra on.. Why does it matter if you sneak a peek at my boobs?"

"It might seem silly to you, Wanda, but I have standards for myself" Vision murmured. "I like to think that even in difficult situations, I can maintain a basic level of decency. That means no shameless staring, no matter where my hands might have been."

"Well.. I don't think it's that silly" Wanda admitted.

"You don't?" Vision finished applying her bandage, a little confused.

"No. I respect your restraint. I don't really understand it.. But I respect it."

"Oh.." Vision blushed a little. "Thank you."


Vision couldn't be bothered much with cooking anything, so he ordered a pizza, and he and Wanda ate it together in surprisingly comfortable silence as they watched TV, occasionally laughing at something on screen.

Apart from answering the door for the Pizza, Vision had let his wings remain visible, because Wanda had asked him to. Because she said they looked hot, and for some reason, looking good to her had become something that mattered to him.

He didn't notice that at some point she had shuffled closer to him, until Wanda fell asleep, her head dropping onto Vision's shoulder. One of his wings moved, almost of its own accord, to drape over her protectively.

Vision looked at her, and, not for the first time, marveled at how small, how peaceful, how innocent Wanda looked when she was sleeping. And again, he felt that same little tug at his heart.. Then shook his head.

Don't fall in love, she'd told him, and she was right to give him the warning. Vision wasn't stupid. He knew he meant nothing to her. He was a place to stay, a game to play to keep herself occupied until she was healed and she could head back out and do whatever it was that she usually did.

It's what was best. Still, the thought of Wanda leaving, of her being out there alone in the world that had hurt her so badly.. it didn't feel right.

Vision wrapped his arm around her, as well as his wing, and Wanda curled closer to him. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, unable to help himself, his heart fluttering when she smiled in her sleep.

He wasn't falling in love. He wasn't. But he was happy to have her stay a while longer.