A Whole Bunch of Ships

Vision and Wanda 3

"Wanda?" Vision called joining her out in the patio. They were staying in Clint's house while the family was out in vacation, they took the chance and decided to watch the house for them. Taking care of the dog, feeding the chicken and watering Laura's flowers was easy enough to do.

Wanda was watering some of the flowers when she turned to look at him. "Yea Vizh?" She said putting down the watering can she was holding. "If it wouldn't be a bother, could you teach me how to garden? Clint said he'd leave a few flower pots out for me to use." Wanda smiled, "Of course, but you know you should change into something more comfortable. Don't want to mess up your sweater. I'll meet you in the barn." Vision nodded and walked back inside to change.

Wanda walked into the barn house and began setting up the farming tools while thinking of what she should start with. Maybe just flowers. When Vision came back she expected him to be in some farming clothes with big boots and a hat, he always overdressed, it was adorable. But he wore the complete opposite of what she was thinking. She stood there gaping at him standing near the door, with slightly ripped jeans and black sneakers with no shirt. And she just stood there, staring.

"Is there something wrong? I can go change-"

"NO! I mean no that's fine, you're okay, that's cool, it's fine, you're fine." She interrupted, laughing a little and secretly kicking herself in her head. Vision walked towards her giving her a smile.

'Don't look down don't look down don't look down don't look down.' Wanda thought trying very hard not to look down at his body. His very large, very toned body.

"What would be the first thing you would have me do?" He asked.

'Me.' She thought. 'Oh my god Maximoff really?' She told herself shaking her head and clearing her throat, cheeks turning a bit red.

"Right well, you could um, grab the soil bags and bring them over here to the table." Vision nodded and went to grab the soil bags. Wanda watched him and blushed even more when the muscles in his back and arms flexed when he picked up the soil bags.

She turned around quickly and went to grab a small shovel on the table when he turned around. He laid the soil bags on the table and waited for his next instruction.
It took at least an hour to teach him how to plant a flower, no thanks to him for being so close and hot and shirtless and perfectly innocent and totally oblivious to her dirty thoughts.

"Well, that's it." She said. Vision thanked her and gave her a sweet smile and she smiled back. Though he did notice her pink cheeks, but he didn't say anything about it. This kept happening for almost a week. She showed him some tricks to planting while he listened carefully. Though he always came in either a tight shirt or no shirt at all and Wanda would always stare a little too long before she looked away.

Sometimes their hands would touch when she showed him how to pat the dirt down. And whenever she reached across from him to grab something she'd smile up st him, a small blush always on her cheeks. Usually after they finished they'd go back inside the house and he'd make dinner and they'd watch a movie. She would always fall asleep on his shoulder while he ran his fingers through her hair. He loved how her hair always smelled like something tropical everyday. The softness of it. Most of the time they cooked together, though he did most of the cooking. She said she liked watching cook. They played with the dog, watching him chase her around because she had his squeaky toy. Vision would chuckle, watching her scream as the dog jumped and attacked her with kisses.

Sadly the week passed by quickly and they to pack the day before. Vision asked her if she could teach him one more thing about gardening before they left, and she was happy to.

"Wanda, Vision, we're home!" He said setting down the heavy book-bags he was carrying in the living room. The kids went running upstairs to their bedrooms ready to play with their new toys. "Guys?" Clint called out again going in the kitchen. "Clint." His wife called out.

He walked out the back door and saw his wife smiling and took his hand dragging him to the barn. "What is it?" "Shh, just look." She opened the barn door quietly and let him observe.

There was flower pots neatly set on the table, soil bags on the floor, boots set neatly in a corner, hay everywhere, gloves thrown around, a puddle of mud near the gate made by a big bowl of water the tipped over and in the center of the barn on a blanket was Vision and Wanda, sleeping.

Wanda had an arm draped over Vision's stomach while Vision had an arm under her head letting her use it as a pillow and the other around her waist. Wanda's hair was filled with hay and her clothes had a bit of dirt while Vision was almost completely covered in dirt and shirtless. Probably fell in the mud puddle. There was a picnic basket not far from them, open but filled with trash. Probably from the food they ate. It was a curious sight really.

His wife dragged him back out and into the house. "So what do you think happened?" She asked smirking. Clint blinked, and blinked again, then shrugged. "Gardening lesson gone wrong." Laura rolled her eyes. "Sure, keep telling yourself that." She teased.

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I don't know where I was going with this.