In Darkness, Be My Light

An Impossibility That Is Possible

Author's Note: We're getting close to Infinity War :)

Three weeks ago in the midmonth of March...

And as they ravished each other through the late night, neither noticed Wanda's tendrils of magic erupt from her hands and encircle their lovemaking, that crept into Vision's body. Too focused, too caught up in the moment, and after long hours of pleasure and bodies giving into a desire they craved, her magic sparked and died, and they slept.

An exhausted Wanda woke up to the loud continuous buzzing of her phone. He had been away for a few days on a mission with half of the team, and she hadn't gone since she had not been feeling well and didn't want to jeopardize the mission. So, in light of that, Sam has been taking care of her, and she was surprised by how kind he was as her caretaker.

She groaned as she opened her eyes, yawned, and lazily reached for her phone which was charging on the nightstand by her bed. She almost dropped it which caused a minor panic and woke her up a bit more. She reclined against the headboard as she unplugged her phone and held it up to her ear as she pressed the answer button. "Hello?" she asked in a tired, calm manner.

"Hello, darling. Have you slept well?" Vision's voice came from the other end.

She smiled and her feet wiggled slightly from hearing his soothing British accent, and giggled, "You woke me up, silly." She silently yawned and stretched her arm above her head for a moment.

She could almost sense the bit of unexpected dread from him. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, but did you know it's already past noon? You've been sleeping past noontime this entire week from what I have been told," he responded matter of factly.

She laughed shyly. "As much as I hate to admit it, I have," she said, brows furrowing as she rubbed her stomach from feeling nausea. "How's the mission going? Everyone holding up well?"

Despite the bit of noise in the background and people talking, Vision spoke again, "Yes, but unfortunately, Captain Rogers is currently receiving medical attention. He was exposed to a dangerous toxin while we were arresting HYDRA agents."

"Oh my, I hope he gets better soon," she responded, concerned as she felt bile rise in her throat. "Um, give me a second." She quickly set down the phone on her bed and rushed to the bathroom, thankful that the toilet seat cover was still up, and she vomited.

She took a few deep breaths as she rose up and flushed the toilet. She groaned when she stared at herself in the mirror, hating how exhausted she looked. She rubbed her abdomen again to ease the rumbles and nausea she still felt, and walked back to the bed, sitting down and picking up her phone. "Sorry, I'm gonna have to call you back. I'm not feeling so well right now," she stated sadly.

"That is quite alright. Rest well, love. I'll see you soon," he replied sweetly. "I love you."

She huffed quietly and smiled. "Love you too, bye," she said and hung up the phone. She quickly dressed, pulled her hair back, and left her room.

When she reached the common area, she was greeted by a concerned looking Natasha. Wanda slowed her pace and put on a smile when she saw her gaze and felt her eyes on her back as she opened the fridge and grabbed eggs, cheddar cheese, and butter.

She set the food items down on the counter and pulled out a bowl, whisk, cheese grater, pan, and a wooden spatula. As Wanda put the pan on the stove and turned on the gas to a medium, she cleared her throat and started, "You doing good, Nat?"

The woman nodded. "Yeah, and you?"

Wanda was caught off guard by her monotone voice. She pursed her lips and cracked a couple of eggs into the bowl. "I'm okay. I've still been feeling sick. I might just go to a doctor if I don't get better in the next few days. I mean, I've been throwing up every day, usually when I wake up. Maybe it's a stomach virus?" she suggested.