The only good I've ever done (marvel)

Panini Head

"Bored.

Bored

Bored!

BORED!!!" Robyn cried for the fourth time that day. It had taken three weeks before the lack of something to do had got to her, and since she still wasn't properly up and about, the list had got even smaller.

Bucky chuckled from the sofa opposite her, before leaning forwards and taking her knight. "Check."

"Ah, átkozott. I wasn't paying attention anyway." She bent forwards, and pushed her Bishop into play. "Checkmate."

"What?" Bucky looked back at the board, before sweeping his hand through the pieces in annoyance. "I hate you. Can you just let me win One game? Self esteem and all that."

"Sure. If you at least try to beat me." Robyn pushed herself up, grabbing a crutch to limp over to the counter. She didn't really need them anymore, but had been told not to overexert herself.

"I have calculated the possibly of that happening, and it remains a 13% chance." Vision declared from the fryer, fiddling with the buttons.

"What the hell are you trying to do Vis?" Bucky called from the sofa.

Vision gave a frown as he gave further inspection to the dials. "I wished to make you all dinner tonight, as I read that eating together is good for mental health. Also, You mentioned that Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov and Tony Stark will be arriving later today, and thought it would be a nice welcome."

"Who's mental health are you worried about, huh? I'm totally fine. Completely. Unless boredom is a mental illness." Robyn smiled, easing herself over to help him with the grill.

"It is not you I am currently concerned about Robyn, though please know that if I possessed any Urgent worries on yours or mister Barnes health, I would do the same for you." Vision replied, nodding to the hall. Robyn followed his gaze, before realizing what he meant.

"Wanda. I think She's... doing better." Doing better was probably the easiest way to say it. In the two months since Robyn had arrived back, Wanda had stayed reclused In her room, coming out for occasional meals, and refusing missions. She seemed to have almost forgiven Robyn, though she still kept her distance.

"But a dinner is a great idea Vis. Go ask Wanda if she'd like to join us later." Robyn gestured, and Vision strode out of the room.

"If I could fly, I wouldn't do anything else." Bucky contemplated as he vanished through the wall.

Robyn laughed as she quickly shoved some spices into the pan Vision had been working on, and turned down the heat. "Someone needs to teach this robot how to cook."

"Oh yes, and you're a Masterchef winner!!" Bucky jumped to his feet, and came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and she relaxed into him, before passing him the ladle.

Robyn shrugged. "To tell the truth, you can cook better than anyone else in this building. Tell me how that tastes."

They both jumped away from the cooker as Vision walked back in, clutching a small, hissing, white bundle as far away from his face as possible, and plonking it in Robyn's hands.

"Take your furry thing and be gone with it." And he backed away, past the laughing Bucky, back to the safety of his cooking.

Robyn chuckled as she soothed the fluffy ball in her hands, humming a soft tune into its ears. The cat slowly relaxed into her grip, before leaping out of her arms and onto the sofa, its three legs causing it to stumble as it hit the soft cushions.

"Honestly Alpine. You are a devil. What did I say about attacking Mr Vision? He isn't an enemy."

The cat just turned away to lick its crotch, and Robyn stuck her tongue out in return.

"I swear that thing understands everything you say." Bucky puzzled, walking over to her.

He'd come home just over a month ago, carrying a large cardboard box, and walked straight over to where Robyn was sitting, staring into space, tired and moody, and planked it in her arms.

"I- uh, wanted to get you a German Shepard puppy or something, but um, he was a rescue, and well, he..."

Robyn had opened the box to see a small, skinny, cloudy white kitten, maybe just under a year old, hiding in the corner of the box.

Vicious.

Tough.

Loyal.

And he had only three legs. She'd lifted him out, speechless, carefully soothing him in low tones, in some language the others didn't understand.

"He's perfect."

Said perfect cat was now defacing Tony's sofa with his claws, and Bucky rushes in to salvage the situation, before passing the moody animal back over to Robyn.

"What do you want me to do with him?" She grinned, "my arms are already torn up enough!"

"Just, I don't know, do your singing thing. He seems to like that. Hungarian I mean."

Robyn flopped down on the sofa beside Bucky. "Yes, that's because he has good taste."

"You aren't even actually Hungarian." Bucky mumbled, and Robyn slapped his arm, before freezing slightly as Wanda walked in.

Alpine wriggled out of Robyn's grasp to rub himself on Wanda's legs, where she bent to rub him behind the ears, and he promptly tried to remove her finger, before stalking off into the corridor.

"Devil cat." She muttered, before walking over to Vision and trying the dish.

"What is it?"

"Paella, I think..." he replied, and both Robyn and Bucky chuckled from the sofa.