all the stars; scarletvision {ABANDONED}

fire

(A/N: Up above is Wanda's necklace)

"I'm not as think as you drunk I am...."

Tinny words flowed from the small radio on the nightstand next to Vision. It had been a week since his sidewalk confession to Wanda, and things between them have felt less tense. There was still a bit of an edge to his actions, but he'd eased up a bit. He hadn't realized he was driving her that crazy.

"Champagne, cocaine, gasoline, and most things in between...."

Vision stared out the window as the song played out. He wasn't sure what he liked so much about this person's voice. He was one of the first artists that Wands had introduced to him. She said that he was one of her favorite American singers, and that he sang 'emo' songs. He was also confused as to how it got onto the radio outside of America. He assumed this artist was popular. He made a mental note to ask Wanda who the artist was so he could look him up.

In his hands was Wanda's necklace. He decided it was the time. Two days ago she had mentioned she had missed her life at the compound. He couldn't say that he blamed her, even agreeing with her. So he brought it out in hopes of cheering her up a little. Wanda was out though, buying herself some food. He wanted to come, but she said she wanted to be alone for a bit. He wasn't sure if it meant she was tired of him or not.

Vision played with the necklace, running his fingers over the smooth red stone on the top pendant. He remembered Wanda wore the necklace in Sokovia. He also remembered the sad way she clutched it in the months after Pietro's death. He assumed that Pietro was the one who gave it to her, or that it just reminded her of him. He then wondered if she'd feel the same way if she lost him. He shifted in his seat slightly, deciding not to think about that.

He jumped as he heard movement at the door. After a couple seconds and a loud string of Russian words that translated to something that would make a nun have a stroke, Wanda burst in, her key and some of the groceries falling from her arms. "I should've just opened it with magic," she grumbled, leaning down to pick up everything. "I think the Vatican just caught fire. Were you even listening to yourself?" he said with a short laugh, helping Wanda.

They got everything on to their rickety counter, and he realized what Wanda has gotten. "Is this the ingredients for paprikash?" Wanda nodded and laughed at Vision's expression, a mix of interest and utter horror. "Why...why would you....you remember last time right?!" He decided it was best not to mention this was right before Germany, but she nodded anyway, saying "It'll go better this time because I'm here. And I actually know how to cook." He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Wanda." She grinned and shrugged. "For a an android with the internet literally inside your head, you suck at making food edible."

She laid out the ingredients, along with a piece of paper with curling, cramped writing. Vision recognized it as Wanda's. "So how do we start, Chef Maximoff?" he asked teasingly. Wanda shot him a dirty look and said, "We need to preh......oh." She frowned. "We don't have an oven, do we?" He felt a small smile tug on his lips. "No...." She closed her eyes and bit her lip. "Shit. Okay, new plan." She started to gather up the supplies and asked Vison, "Hey, you know those trees outside?" He nodded, suddenly very apprehensive. "Cut one down please." He was partway to the door when she said that. He stopped, turned around, and asked, "Why on Earth would I do that?"

Wanda pushed past him and replied, "So we can set it on fire on the roof and cook this damn thing." Vision raised his non-existent eyebrows and said, "Um, no. That has too many risks involved and-" he broke off when he realized he was talking to himself. She was already out the door. "Damn it, Wanda." He turned on his disguise and went to the window. He opened it and then jumped out, landing by one of the aforementioned trees. In retrospect, there really wouldn't have been the need to put on the guise since he was going to jump out a window, but better safe than sorry.

He went up to a sizeable tree and used the Infinity Stone inside his head to cut it down. A bright orange beam shot out and quickly shot down the tree, but not before it tore through two cars and set off the alarm of another. The two cars quickly caught fire, and the alarm of the third was loud and blared throughout the whole neighborhood. He winced and looked up. Wanda was leaning over the edge of the roof, her expression a mix of held-back laughter and confusion. "You had better get up here before the police come and arrest you for that!" she said. Vision cringed and picked the tree up and flew to the roof just as someone ran out and said, "What the hell is this?!" in a heavy Scottish accent.

He set down the tree gingerly and glanced at Wanda. "What now? I just angered a bunch of Scots for you, so this had better be good." Wanda sighed and laid out the ingredients again. "I didn't ask you to destroy a couple cars and anger a bunch of Scots. I just asked for a tree." "And I didn't ask for paprikash, but here we are." She glared at him. "Shut up and help." She held up her hands and shot out beams of crimson light, breaking the tree apart into smaller pieces. Vision prepared to use the Stone again, but Wanda said, "No, don't do that. You can use your hands." Vision sighed and started to break the tree without much effort.

It didn't take them long to finish, and soon they had a giant pile of wood to work with. "We won't need all of this, Wanda." She waved her hand dismissively at him. "Sure we will." He shifted uncomfortably. "Wanda-" But she had taken out some gasoline from God knows where and doused the whole pile. Then, a lighter came out and she set the soaked wood on fire. A burst of heat rolled over him and Wanda coughed violently. Sparks were thrown up in the air along with smoke. Vision heard Wanda mutter a quiet, "Oh, shit," as the fire grew bigger, consuming all the wood in the pile. He felt her mild panic come off in waves. "Um, Vizhe...." He sighed and said teasingly, "Your problem!" She shot him an incredulous glance before she realized he was kidding.

Then he heard some banging at the door to the entrance to the roof. "What's goin' on up there?" The voice was Scottish and very, very mad. Wanda shook her head, looking exhilarated and quite panicked now. "Glad I barred that door," she said, glancing at it. There were crimson tendrils of her magic criss-crossed on the door, keeping the person out. She gathered up all the ingredients, and she thought, I'll just cook this with magic next time. She looked at Vision and said, "We'll fly down to our room and go through the window. Then I'll let the door go." Vision nodded and grabbed her waist. They went to the edge of the roof and dropped, then stopped so suddenly that Wanda dropped all the food. "Ah...that was going to be dinner." She sighed and shrugged. "Whatever." She opened the window with magic and they went inside.

Wanda sighed and sunk into the bed. "Three...two...one." Vision saw nothing, but knew that she had just let the person on the roof from the random curse words that just emitted from on top of them. She grinned. "Okay, not our best moment," she said with a short laugh. He smiled and lay down next to her. "I have something for you," he said. Wanda propped her head in her hand and face him. "Alright." Vision brought out the necklace, and happiness, confusion, surprise, then sadness crossed over her face. "Vision, where did you get it?" He replied back, "I brought it with me from the compound. I thought you might like it." He looked at Wanda and saw tears in her eyes. "Thank you." She clipped it on around her neck and glanced at him. "Thank you," she repeated, tears falling slowly. She lay down in the crook of his neck and sighed contendly, playing with one of the pendants.

"So, Wanda...want to order pizza instead of paprikash?"

"Oh my God, not this again."

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Okay, so for those of you who have been here since the beginning- why the heck are you still here?

It's been literally ages since I've updated, sorry for that. Things have been busy, but I'm also terribly unmotivated.

This chapter was a bit of a filler since I have no idea where I wanted this to go until after I was done. I know what the next one will be about....but I don't know when I'll post it or when I'll even start writing it. So, sorry about that as well.

I hope you don't hate me (please don't hate me) and that you'll continue to read this story despite this update coming almost three months after the last one.

Anyway- I'll see you guys in the stories.

~Cas