Marvel Imangines

Wanda and Vision Imagines

Imagine 1
Wanda's POV

As I was walking home, I heard something whining in a dark alley. I decided to check it out because it sounded so helpless. "Hello?" I call. The high-pitched whining only got louder. Finally, I found it. 

A tiny little puppy covered in dirt with dingy hair, crying its little head off. The sight brought tears to my eyes. Carefully, I picked it up. I put calming thought into its head, making it stop crying. "There there little one, no need to cry anymore, you're safe with me. Let's get you home." I whispered to it. I took off my scarf that I was using for a belt, and wrapped it around the poor little thing. I continued my walk home. 

Once I got home, I asked FRIDAY not to tell anyone. I knew Tony would get mad, but I don't care. I walked into the kitchen, setting it down on the counter next to the sink. I needed to feed it. I could feel its ribs. I looked up what newborn puppies eat. Milk. I took out the milk and a turkey baster. 

"May I ask what you are doing, Wanda?" 

All of a sudden Vis floated through the wall in front of me. Scaring me. I put my hand over my now racing heart. "Come on Vis, you were doing so good." I complain. He apologizes. 

"But, what are you doing?" He asks. I smile and place everything on the counter. Vision walks up next to me. 

"Feeding this little one." I answer, pointing to my balled up scarf. Carefully, Vision unraveled the scarf, revealing the newest addition to the family. Vis stares at the puppy while I got everything ready. 

I carefully placed the baster in it mouth and and slowly squeezed the milk down its throat. The puppy drank every lat drop. "So, you are...keeping it?" Vision asked. I nod, not looking at him. "I don't think Stark would app-" Vis started, but I cut him off. 

"I'm sorry Vis, but I don't care what he says. This poor little thing needs my love, attention, and care. I'm not just going to abandon it to be lonely." I defend, plugging the rubber stopper into the sink drain before running warm water. Vision watched me intently. Without thinking, I read his mind. 

All of your love and attention? What about me?

Was he jealous? I decided to give him a peck on the cheek, just as a small reminder that I loved him. Once the sink was filled an inch up, I turned off the water and placed the puppy in. I put some soap on my fingers and massaged it into its fur. "Would you like any assistance?" Vision asked. I thought for a moment. 

"Uh, would you get me a towel, please?" I asked with a sweet smile. He nodded his head and walked out to get one. 

As the dirt washed away, that revealed its true fur. A deep golden color. The shade of Vision's stone. It also had bight green eyes. Also, it was a boy. Vis came back with the towel. "What are you going to name it?" He asked. 

"Bear." 

Imagine 2
Vision's POV

"Vis!" I heard Wanda cry out. I flew through the walls towards the sound. 

"She's in the lounge, badly inured. A bookcase fell on her leg!" FRIDAY informs me. I flew faster. 

Finally, I found her, tears running down her face from the pain. She was struggling to get the bookshelf off of her leg herself.  "Vis! Help, please!" She cried. I effortlessly pick it up and move it. 

Her leg was covered in blood. There was a large gash where the corner had fallen, creating the wound. Also, her ankle was swollen and purple. 

I picked her up bridal style, gently as I could. Wanda wrapped her arms around my neck and silently cried into my chest as I carried her to the Med Wing. 

Time Skip

"Dr. Strange?" I call. He comes running in, already dress in his scrubs. 

"FRIDAY told me everything. Set her right here." Strange says frantically, pulling multiple things out. I set her on the table. I heard her wince. I hold on to her waist as she lays her head on my shoulder. That's when Dr. Palmer comes in and starts preparing her anesthesia. Dr. Strange already started cleaning her wounds. I lay Wanda down so Palmer could put the mask on her. Wanda's hand slides down my arm and connects with my hand, squeezing it because of the pain. 

"I know it hurts. You're going to be okay, I promise. Here, just read my mind." I say, putting her hand on the stone. I start to think of calming thoughts. Thoughts of my favorite moment of us together, imagining us curled up in bed together, saying sentences in my head. Anything I could do to calm her. Soon, she fell asleep.