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

1000 Ways

{Set before CA:CW}

{This one's a bit different. I wanted to experiment with the creation of ScarletVision through the eyes or actions of one other person, so I decided to take Natasha and make her the catalyst for their relationship.}

There were at least 1000 ways to piss of Wanda Maximoff. And no one wanted to piss her off, or they'd feel her endless wrath. She was without a doubt the strongest of the Avengers, except for maybe the Vision, though they all knew she could probably rip him into shreds if he provoked her to do so.

Not that she would. The two were oblivious to how smitten they appeared to the others. She was helping the Vision learn how to be human, and he, even though it wasn't intentional and neither one expected it, was helping her heart heal. No one mentioned it to her, because it was probably one of the ways to piss her off. No one went into her room; only the Vision and Clint were allowed to enter, and since Clint had retired, only Vision visited her. Steve was only allowed inside when necessary. She tolerated Steve.

But the others did try. Rhodes would sneak into her room while she was showering to just move one thing slightly out of its original location. Sam would send Red Wing in to sneak up on her. Natasha would leave little presents, like new lipsticks or nail polishes. When they would do this, Rhodes would end up locked inside his room with no means of exit for at least eight hours, Red Wing would be sitting outside Sam's door in a crumpled heap, and Wanda would proudly wear the new makeup item for a week.

Natasha was gaining ground. The two went on shopping trips and spent a fair amount of time training together, but Wanda still spent most of her time alone or with the Vision. Natasha wanted to ask about their relationship, but she didn't know if Wanda trusted her fully, yet.

So no one really knew the status of the relationship, but they all had bets. No one ever considered asking the Vision, who was kind and offered help often. He seemed to always be around, never sleeping or eating, never needing anything for himself. He had taken to wearing sweaters over button-up shirts and slacks.

It finally occurred to Natasha to ask the Vision about Wanda. She had begun to care for the girl, as she was the only other female in the group and she felt a need to look after her. One day, the Vision was cleaning up the mess that the others had made in the kitchen when she slid onto a barstool and looked at him curiously.

"Miss Romanov, how are you today?" He asked politely, his blue eyes scanning over her. She was in a blue blouse, black slacks, and black heels, her hair flowing around her lightly made-up face.

"Fine, Vision." She responded, watching his hands delicately place Wanda's tea mug in the dish drainer. "I wanted to ask you something. About Wanda." His eyes shot up, and he almost dropped the fork he was washing.

"Is she alright? What's wrong with Wanda?" He asked hesitantly, eyes drifting towards the direction of her room. Natasha laughed a little and bristled in her seat.

"Nothing's wrong with Wanda, Vision." She explained. "I just wanted to know about what's going on between you two. You seem very... content."

"Well, I keep her company while she has nightmares, and we train together, go to the bookstore together. I make her tea and breakfast in the morning." He thought a bit. "And we play chess."

"That's it? Nothing else?" Natasha pressed. She thought that it was odd that nothing else had happened, Wanda was always gushing about how sweet the Vision was. Suddenly a plan formulated into her mind, one that would help to get them together. "Say, Vision... do you want to get dinner with me tonight?" Vision froze slightly but resumed his washing of one of the pans.

"I..." He couldn't respond, eyes flitting down to avoid Natasha's gaze. She raised her eyebrow and leaned on her elbow.

"Come on, Wanda said she was going to go visit Clint and the family this weekend..." Natasha lied through her teeth, but hopefully Vision wouldn't see through her. She quickly began to regret the plan she had quickly formulated. She was about to retract her question when he responded.