delicate

(and she must like me for me)

Wanda had brought flannel pajama pants and a cotton T-shirt for sleeping in, and once the window had been locked, she decided she truly was tired enough to change for bed. She took her clothes and toothbrush into the bathroom while Vision sat down to take his shoes off, deciding to let Stark know when he would be returning the following day, even though he really didn't feel like it. An update was always appreciated, and would keep away suspicion that Vision was planning on going AWOL any time soon, but still - it didn't seem like there was much purpose to it at this point.

With a sigh, Vision took a cell phone out of his pocket and sent Tony Stark a text message (while he could technically send the message through his own internet connection, it had started to feel strange, and he needed to get used to blending in and acting normally anyway).

Train leaves at 2:00 tomorrow afternoon. I will return to the compound by Sunday morning.

Sent. At least next time, there would hopefully be no need to plan a return trip.

While Wanda was changing, Vision thought he would do the same, but suddenly realized that there was a small inconsistency with this part of preparing for bed. Usually, he would simply turn off his disguise and sleep as his regular self - but lately, a strange feeling had been hanging over him. He was sort of growing attached to the facade, leaving it on even while alone in Avengers compound. It wasn't that staying in camouflage served any real purpose, yet it still strangely seemed to make him feel more comfortable, and he had no idea as to why.

He wasn't really sure how to justify it, actually.

So Vision had brought his own pajamas, and began to change only his clothes, rather than his entire appearance. It would be the first time he slept looking like a true human, which was an odd feeling. Would it eventually become a nightly occurrence, once Vision left the isolated compound permanently? He supposed it could be possible. There would be plenty more time spent incognito if he was successful in his upcoming disappearance. Could there soon be a day when Vision never took the disguise off?

The idea instantly confused him, to say the least. He'd already started subconsciously keeping the disguise on, and soon enough, he would probably be spending most of his time in it. This was a logical conclusion to come to, and he did not oppose it. Yet the notion made him uncomfortable to think about, as if he shouldn't be so accepting of its unavoidability. What could it mean to both want something and feel wrong having it at the same time?

While folding his regular clothes and packing them for his departure, Vision decided it couldn't be good to keep these thoughts to himself, considering how dramatically his life was about to change. Would it be a good idea to gently bring up the subject with Wanda? She did know him best out of anyone, and it was almost instinctual for him to ask for her input. But at the same time, it seemed like such a ridiculous thing to worry about, especially since Vision didn't particularly understand why it was worrying him.

He was still considering whether or not to speak up when there was a slight creak as the bathroom door opened, and Wanda returned, dressed for bed and holding a hairbrush in her hand.

"Have you already done that?" Vision asked, gesturing to the brush.

"No, I was going to sit at the window and do it," she answered with a sleepy smile, "so I could be out here with you."

Wanda pulled over a wooden chair from its spot in the corner, placing it in front of the window and facing the foot of the bed, where Vision sat. The room was still only lit by the bedside lamp, and the orange glow of the light made Wanda's hair look even darker red than it did before, especially since now that she had it hanging loose instead of swept behind her and under a cap.