Order and Chaos

The Talk

"Vizh, we need to talk." Vision froze. Tony had often mentioned how those words were cursed.

Swallowing his fear, Vision turned from the pot of sauce he was stirring. "Yes Wanda?"

She sat down on the counter in front of him, her legs folded beneath her criss cross applesauce. She was beautiful with the light coming in from the window and hitting her hair just right so it shined. She was in another one of her red dresses today and, like always, she was amazing.

"You need to stop." Her Sokovian accent was coming through particularly thick today.

Vision froze and then began moving again in the frame of a millisecond. Wanda however still noticed as her sharp eyes looked him over. "I don't have any idea what you're talking about." That was a lie. He did know.

"You're not letting me fight, Vizh." She reached over into the pot of boiling water and plucked out a single long noodle. She didn't even flinch at the temperature of the water. "I am not just some little girl that needs protecting."

She reached in for another noodle and before Vision had thought it through properly he had slapped her hand out of the pot. Wanda looked at him shocked. Vision looked at her fearfully, not knowing how she would react.

Suddenly scratchy laughter rang from her throat. Vision remembered when he had first heard Wanda's laugh. It was rough and grating, not at all like any of the other woman at the base or in any of the places he had visited.

Pepper Potts, soon to be Stark, had a laughter like bells. It was clear and, when true, rang out above everyone else's.

The Black Widows was something deadly. It was warm enough when she needed it that way but it always carried that undertone of ice. Cold and jagged.

And on the occasion that Thor brought Jane Foster to visit her laughter was always surprised. Like she had forgotten how to after all the extensive hours spent in the lab.

But Wanda's. Young Wanda Maximoff's laughter was a grating, rough noise. Like stones grinding against each other. Vision had often thought about her laugh. He did not think she always had such an unusual laugh. No he believed it came from the ash and smoke that filled her lungs in Sokovia. Ash and smoke that had built up from too many fights and so many wars fought on the tender soil of her country. Tender soil that had broken and uprooted foundations and lives. In a way she carried her country's pain with her always.

"You slapped me." She gasped out.

"Dinner is not ready yet." Vision answered back truthfully.

"I cannot believe you slapped me." Wanda looked from her hand and then back at Vision. "Over a noodle."

"I do not want you to spoil your appetite." Vision gave a slight shrug. Although he felt uncomfortable moving his shoulders that way, he had seen many others do that as a sign of both uncertainty and agreement. Mr. Stark often did that.

Wanda quieted down her laughter. She seemed to take a few breaths in and out to settle herself before sighing and continuing their previous conversation. "Vizh, you need to let me fight. I am strong. I can handle it."

His shoulders sagged. "I don't want you getting hurt. You nearly died three weeks ago. I am not ready to lose you yet."

"Is that why you have been fighting my battles? You are scared?"

Vision looked Wanda straight in the eye as he responded. "Wanda I am terrified I am going to lose you out there."

Wanda's breath was caught in her throat as she stared at Vision. Her hands uncurled from her arms and she reached forward to cradle Visions face between her palms. She gently pulled his head forward until both their foreheads were pressed together. "You. Are impossible." She breathed out.

"I can not lose you Wanda. You are far too important to me." Vision whispered.

"I need to fight my own battles. You should not underestimate me Vizh," Wanda released his head from her grasp and dropped them to her lap. "You remember what happened after the Sokovia Accords?"

"How could I?" Vision smiled. "You increased my mass until I fell twenty feet below the Earths crust. If I had been able to feel pain it would have been excruciating."

Wanda's face screwed up in contriteness. "I am sorry but I did what I needed to do for my belief."

Vision looked down to stir the noodles around. He stirred slowly, gathering his thoughts before speaking to the brunette before him.

"The Sokovia Accords tore everyone apart. Instead of bringing us together it divided us. I had truly hoped the accords would have worked out in everyone's interests but it was not wise to be in General Ross' pocket as they say. But that does not bring us from the fact that I still wish to protect you."

Wanda twirled the little silver and blue braided bracelet wrapped around her wrist in remembrance of her brother. The android watched as she spun it once, twice, a third time before gently sighing and looking up into his bright blue eyes.

"You can protect me as much as you wish. But do not think that means getting in my way. I will not hesitate to remove you from my side if I do not like how protective you are being. I will not have another on our team injured because you refused to leave my side."

"Are we understood?" Wanda raised an eyebrow and watched to make sure Visions eyes remained on her.

"Always." Visions answer rang out in the open room.

"Good. Tell me when supper is ready, I have something to do." Wanda dropped daintily from the counter and strolled out of the open plan dining and living style room.

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In honor of hiddenrainbowheart because without her latest comment I would have completely forgotten to update this. This was also supposed to be a birthday gift for her but because I'm a piece of crap I completely forgot.

Feel free to comment and vote so I know I'm doing something right!

Also don't forget I'm open to requests for writings of certain ships and plots and stuff.

Hopefully one day I can get on a updating schedule but until then, bye!

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