A Hand to Hold // Scarlet Witch and Vision One-Shots

Nail Polish

{A/N: this one-shot takes place before CA:CW.}

Vision phased through the wall one day to find Wanda applying something to her nails. His sensors picked up on an unusual smell, and he spoke, startling her. "What are you doing, Miss Maximoff?" The bottle of nail polish she was holding tipped over, spilling some of the black polish onto her desk.

"Jeez, Vis! We've talked about this! Knock on the door next time, please." She insisted, mopping up the polish with a towel. She turned to the android, who had a startled look on his face. She sighed, "Sorry. I didn't mean to yell. But this stuff is not cheap." He floated closer to her and inspected the paint, both on her nails and on the table.

"What is... this stuff?" He inquired, picking up the bottle and inspecting the label. "Nail polish? What do you need to polish your nails for?"

"It's just something to add color to my nails." She responded, waving her hands back and forth to dry the recently applied polish. He unscrewed the lid and inspected the brush the black liquid going back into the bottle.

"How often do you apply this nail polish?" He asked, tilting his head. She laughed a little and took the bottle back, screwing the lid on tight and putting it in one of the desk drawers, where only one other bottle of nail polish, a dark red, sat.

"About once a week. The polish starts to chip after a few days, especially with my powers and if I do the dishes." She explained, examining her nails. Luckily, they didn't get messed up when Vision scared her.

"It does not last forever?" He asked, surprised. She laughed again and shook her head. He liked that she was laughing more, now, but did not like that she was laughing at him.

"I'm not laughing at you, Vis." She said, exchanging a look with the android. He first considered that he said that out loud, but he then remembered that she could read his mind. "It doesn't last forever, which is nice, I guess, if you want different colors."

"There are many colors of this polish?" He hovered slightly behind her as she moved to sit on the edge of her bed, then motioned for him to sit beside her.

"Yeah, there's all kinds of colors. Even sparkles." She informed him. "But I like to stick with black or dark red. They just suit me."

"Do the others wear nail polish?" He tried to remember if he had seen any colors on the nails of any of their teammates, but could not recall.

"Nat does sometimes." She paused, "But it's more of a thing for girls and women to do. Since we have a lot of manly men on the team, I doubt they'd ever consider wearing nail polish."

"Would you paint my nails, Wanda?" He asked, and she looked at him closely. "I know it is not a thing that 'manly men' do, but I do not consider myself one of those. I am a computer program, after all. I would like to experience this nail polish."

"Sure, Vis. What color do you think you would like? I can pick some up when I run to the store later." She said, hexing her notebook to come over to her with a pen so she could add it to her list.

"What color do you think would suit my... skin tone?" He asked, looking at his red hands. She took one of his hands in hers and inspected it.

"Well, navy blue might look good on you. I've wanted to get that color, anyways. Broaden my possibilities." She said, releasing his hand. "What do you think?"

"I think that you would make a good choice for me, regardless." He responded, still looking at his hands. "May I accompany you to the store? I have been working on my human disguise." He informed her, allowing the red to fade away, showing a man with blond hair and pale skin. The stone was still visible on his head, though.

"I like you better in your natural form, but this will do." She smiled, bringing a hand to his face. His skin still felt like it normally did, with the circuits running below. She waved a hand shrouded in red mist over the stone and allowed it to blend in with the rest of the disguise. "There. Now you look completely human. We can head to the store in a few minutes, I just need to change." She glanced at him, he was wearing a green sweater with a collared shirt under and some slacks, with shiny black shoes. "It's different seeing you like this."

He stood, not floating as to keep up appearances, and shrugged a little. She smiled, as she taught him how to shrug. "It will allow me to go out with you now. That is the point." He phased through the door and she shook her head before getting ready to go to the store with Vision. She changed out of her sweats and t-shirt into jeans, black ankle boots, and a dark red hoodie. She emerged from the room with her purse on her shoulder, and Vision was standing just outside the room. She was still not used to his human exterior."

"Alright. Shall we?" She asked, and he nodded, holding out his hand. She gave him a confused look.

"People hold hands when they go somewhere, do they not?" He asked. She smiled a little and took his hand, intertwining their fingers. She could feel the gentle strum of his circuitry under his hand, reminding her that he was still Vision, even though he did not look like it. They exited the tower and walked to the nearest drug store, Wanda with her hood up so no one would recognize her. Vision, being in disguise, did not need a hood.

When they got to the store, Wanda had him carry a hand basket as she got various things for herself; shampoo, conditioner, feminine hygiene products. He asked her about each thing she put in the basket, curious as to their uses. When they got to the nail polish, he was in awe of how many brands and colors there were, and looked through all of them. Wanda picked out a navy blue and told her friend he could pick out any color he wanted. He chose a white nail polish, stating that it would look nice on her.

After the store, they wound up sitting cross-legged on Wanda's bed, facing each other, as she painted his now-red again hands with the blue nail polish. After each nail she would gently blow on the paint to help it dry. She was hoping that he wouldn't get made fun of by Sam or Stark for having nail polish on, and he was hoping that she would never let go of his hand again.