A/n- if they don't change the show's name I'm gonna be highkey mad lol so I named this chapter after it as a joke. Bad joke.
"Wanda." Vision spoke, his mood light. He walked into the large training room contentedly, the light coming in through the wall of windows pleasant and warm, basking the space in the yellow coloring of a New York sunset. Although, despite the beautiful scenery on display outside the compound, the first thing Vision noticed as he walked in was the way the light fell onto The Scarlet Witch's hair, highlighting her appreciatively by the silk cascading down her shoulders. She floated in mid-air, red tendrils leaking from her slender fingers as she stared out into the sky, clearly oblivious to The Vision's entrance. He understood that she hadn't heard him, and started to prepare adjusting his vocal volume, when his gaze dropped. He stood, awestruck, at the way her leggings clung to her skin, revealing the slim, breathtaking curves of her legs and hips.
Beauty—a word with a description so vast and varied—was something he never thought he'd be able to comprehend. As long as he'd been alive, he'd heard people use the word to describe scenery, situations, women. Of course, the sunset was beautiful. It had always been beautiful. But he understood now, as she stood next to it, why it looked so dull and unappealing compared to her.
She turned suddenly, as if she had just then noticed another presence in the room, evidently distracted by the glory of the pink and yellow sky. He felt warmth pool into his cheeks when she smiled back at him and muttered "Stalker" just loud enough for him to hear.
"I apologize. I'm approximately two minutes late," he said, and the smile went from his face as hers fell almost immediately after the remark. Vision had never been late to a meeting with her before, and all Wanda could think now was that Mantis was the reason. She tried to smile again, but it couldn't quite reach her eyes, and he wasn't quite paying attention, his gaze shifted to his shoes. Her mind wanted to slip into his, reassure itself, but her brain wasn't as confident in his loyalty to her, and knew that if she found what she suspected, it would hurt.
Little did she know, Mantis was the thing farthest from his mind as he contemplated the somewhat disturbing fact that had just come to his realization. Was it possible that his very mood was determined by the expression on Wanda's face?
"That's alright. I noticed on my way here that you were presently..." while she searched for the right word he tilted his head further as the space between his brows creased "Occupied." She added quickly "Which is none of my business, of course."
He nodded slowly, not in agreement but disappointment. His thoughts were clearly elsewhere, and again, she felt inclined to know what he was thinking, and again, she stopped herself.
"How about a quick sparring match?" she suggested instead, as brightly as she could. She dropped to the ground and punched his shoulder lightly. "No powers." She raised her fists in the air and stood facing him with a bit of spring in her step.
He nodded again, gaze fixed on the unremarkable floor. He raised his arms loosely, his stance weak, which allowed her to try out a new move Natasha had just shown her how to execute. She readily dropped to the floor, kicking his legs out from under him on her way down. He fell with a soft thud to the mat, eyes wide with surprise. She smirked, pleased that she finally managed to obtain his attention. "That was cruel," he complained loudly, sitting up on his elbows and glaring at her.
Wanda jumped to her feet, choking back a retort about him being distracted by someone else. She offered him her hand, which he took, his fingers gripping above her wrist firmly yet gently at the same time and in a way only he ever could. She hesitated, distracted at the way he touched her, but a smirk revealed itself on his face and before she could move to get away, she was on the mat lying next to him, winded.
