Affinity and Chaos: Carries on where Recoil and Grace left off. What will Earth's Mightiest Heroes do when Vision and the Mind Stone are threatened? Team up with a bunch of A-holes. Scarlet Vision centric.

Undisclosed Desires

Or had it all been a dream?

Wanda began to wake in bed, face buried under her pillow. Beneath it, she could see the sliver of daylight that peeked through the window. Before she moved, she froze for a moment and prepared for the worst. It wouldn't have been the first time her mind had deceived her, after all. Was she still in Wakanda? Had the entire evening been a simple conjuring of her imagination?

"I assure you," his warm voice sounded beside her, "it wasn't."

Slowly, she pushed the pillow aside and allowed her bleary eyes to adjust. There, perched on the side of her bed, was Vision. "Good morning, Wanda," he greeted with a blinding smile.

Relief and happiness rolled off her in waves as she rubbed her eyes. "Hey," she murmured. "How did you..?"

"Hm?" Vision tilted his head in question.

"Nothing," Wanda dismissed. "G'morning," she reached out and tugged at his sweater, not quite believing her eyes just yet.

"Would you like to get up now?" Vision asked, stroking her hair. He had already risen and dressed hours earlier.

Wanda turned over, burying her head back under the pillow with a, "Humph!"

He chuckled, pulling the sheet over her shoulders.

"Jus' ten more minutes," she mumbled before drifting off back to sleep.

xx

No matter her location, Natasha awoke with the sun, like clockwork. The room was still dim as the light was still blocked by the cityscape. Taking a quick inventory of herself revealed everything was physically ship shape. Holding her breath, she listened intently for any other bodies present nearby. Just herself and Bruce. A quick glance around the room revealed nothing amiss.

Turning to the slumbering man sprawled out beside her, she gave him a quick kiss on the shoulder before carefully slipping out of bed.

Joining Bruce had been enjoyable and challenging in its own way as they made their way through third world countries, helping as many as they could. However, it had come a price, one that Natasha was accustomed to paying: no plumbing. But now that they were back in the U.S., in the luxurious Tower, there was one thing she desired above all else: a hot shower.

Quietly, she padded to the en suite bathroom and closed the door.

xx

"Here?"

"No."

"What about this?"

"Same."

Now fully awake, Wanda, currently knelt next to him on the bed, moved her hand lower, caressing the apex between his legs in a different fashion than before. "And this?" she breathed.

Vision, who laid naked beside her, simply shook his head at his equally nude paramour.

Defeated, she let out a frustrated growl and laid her forehead to rest on his abdomen.

"I am sorry," she heard him say, caressing her tresses as they spilled over his chest.

"Vision," she huffed, "you must stop apologizing."

"I—alright." He did not understand why this was of such importance to Wanda. Perhaps, he worried, she was finding their sexual activity unsatisfactory?

"No," she groaned as she sat up. "It's not that. Don't ever think that. Our—" she gestured between them, "us, I am very satisfied," she added with a smirk.

Vision sat up, propping himself up by his elbows. "If my physical sensitivity concerns you so, I could speak with Dr Cho about altering—"

"No," she interrupted. "I do not want you to change yourself." Her hand crept up his thigh and over his hipbone. "You do so much for me, I simply want to do something ... for you. When we're together, it's all about me and my pleasure. What about you?"

So that's what this was about. "Wanda, I take great pleasure in our coupling." Without hesitation, he projected a favored recent memory: she was bare, beside him, gasping into his neck, her nails digging into his shoulders, hips bucking into his hand as he brought her to orgasm. Every minuscule detail was super focused through his eyes. The visual, however, was nothing compared to the emotion that accompanied it, a power and pride mixed with intense arousal at pleasuring her, coupled with her echoing climax as he came with her.

Wanda reeled back from the memory, eyes dilated. "Oh."

"You see?" Vision simply said.

"Yeah." After a moment, an inkling of an idea sparked in her head. "You enjoy watching me?"

"I do," he answered honestly. He found her reactions positively fascinating.

"Hmm," Wanda mused as she straddled his hips and pushed him back against the mattress.

Vision was beginning to run his fingers up her thighs when she caught his hands. Bringing them up to her lips, she kissed his knuckles before leaning forward and pinning his wrists beside his head. Kissing his lips, she hummed against his mouth as his tongue danced with hers, before moving to her favored weak spot of his. Her lips peppered a slow trail down his throat, ending in a small bite that always earned her his soft gasps. As she pulled back, he made to move with her, only to discover he could not. A quick glance to his arms revealed ruby tendrils circling his wrists, holding him in place. He looked to her with question in his eyes, but she only smirked.

Leaning back against his hips, Wanda pushed her hair aside. Her hands, synchronized, snaked down her shoulders, over her bare breasts, down her abdomen and thighs. As they moved back up her body, she grasped her breasts, letting loose a sigh as she groped herself.

Vision observed, lips parted, as her chest began to rise and fall while her hips rolled over his. He made a move against his restraints, but remained secured.

"No, no, my Vision," she spoke, her accent thick, a most pleasing sound. "You stay."

Slowly, painfully slowly, he watched as her right hand skirted down her stomach. Her fingers disappeared between her thighs, a quiet moan escaped her.

Mute, Vision felt his synthetic lungs expand with deeper breaths as Wanda carried on above him, moaning softly. Her hips rhythmically rolling against her palm. Soon, he could sense it, her arousal in the air.

Wanda gleefully observed Vision through hooded eyes as she pleasured herself. His chest was now rising with her own, gaze locked on her. Translucent crimson tendrils began to circle her as her moans grew loader.

His fingers twitched, eager to touch her, kiss her, hold her, have her. So easily, he could phase through the mattress he knew. But Wanda was in control now. And he would do whatever his scarlet goddess demanded.

As her left hand skirted up his abdomen and over his chest, her right, glistening with her arousal, moved to his mouth, fingers tracing his lips.

"What do you want, Vision?" she purred.

'You.' His mouth closed around her fingers, eager to taste her.

"You want me?" she breathed, eyes clouded with lust as his tongue wrapped around her fingers.

His lips made a small pop when she pulled back with a sultry grin. "Yes!" he finally gasped, louder than intended.

'That's all you had to say.'

Upon releasing his wrists, she instantly found herself propelled back. Vision's arms were around her and, in a gentleness only he could manage, they tumbled to the floor.

As soon as Wanda's back hit the ground, Vision was upon her. Manically, his lips sought hers, her jaw, her throat, finally pausing at her collarbone. His mouth sucked at her flesh while his hand ghosted between them, down to her core. With ease, his long fingers slid between her slick folds, eliciting a single thought, 'So wet.'

Wanda hadn't the time to register his erogenous comment. Soon, his mouth moved lower, leaving a dark mark in its wake, kissing her breast, and down her abdomen before arriving between her legs. Spreading her knees, he kissed the insides of her thighs as he settled between them. Zealously, he went to work, ravishing her.

Wanda was reeling at how quickly she lost control to Vision. His newfound aggression was positively electrifying, and as her gasps grew to moans, crimson spirals popped around her fingers. Her back arched, pushing her hips to him as his hands cupped her ass, pulling her closer.

Their minds sought one another, colliding and intertwining. As her sensations reached him, Vision hummed happily, propelling her over the edge. Sokovian curses tumbled out of her mouth as her climax crashed against him.

Once her hips stilled, he slowly released her and moved to rest his head on her abdomen. He listened as she regained her breath, featherlight against her body.

"Oh my god," Wanda bemoaned. "The whole floor - everyone - probably heard us." She cringed, imagining Clint and Steve's scowling faces.

"Unlikely," Vision simply replied.

"Vizh," she patted his head, "we weren't exactly quiet."

"Yes, I was there," he pushed himself up, giving her abdomen a quick kiss. "I was referring to the sound-proofing," he casually said as he moved to his knees and scooped her up off the floor.

"What sound-proofing?" Wanda asked as he moved her to the bed. "Why?"

Vision thought for a quick moment, calculating that best way to explain. "While it was by no means certain, I thought it best to prepare for your return," he climbed in next to her, settling on his side, resting his head in his hand. "Considering your propensity for high volumes—"

"My propensity?" she laughed, tossing a pillow at him, mirroring his position.

Vision phased as the pillow passed through him. "Yes, your music is never at an acceptable volume."

"Oh." That's what he meant.

"And you are often rather vocal while in the throes of passion."

"Oh my god," she muttered.

"Which I quite enjoy, I should mention," he continued. He'd always thought her voice pleasing, exceptionally so when she was aroused and her accent was most profound. "So naturally, I set about sound-proofing your room."

"I see."

"So that you may enjoy your music at any level you please. Although, I request again that you not exceed 85 decibels."

Wanda rolled her eyes. "I won't."

"And I hoped you would feel more free to enjoy yourself when we're together, no longer concerned if our activities are bothersome to our friends."

Wanda fixed him with a questioning look, on the verge of laughing.

Vision glanced away, down at the sheet between them. "I thought it ... romantic."

Wanda suppressed a chuckle, moving closer to him. She cupped his chin, bringing him to look into her eyes. "I am ... touched that you thought of me. It is," she struggled to find the word, "very practical."

He beamed. "Yes, I thought so too."

xx

Feeling refreshed, and clean for the first time in months, Natasha considered what she would do for the day. Of course, the answer was obvious: she needed to brush up on her combat training. Instantly, she recalled her conversation with Sam the evening before. Wanda, it seemed, had hardly trained at all with the boys while in Wakanda. Good, Natasha thought, she needed a sparing partner.

xx

Cool water splashed Wanda's face, most refreshingly. After Vision left, claiming to need to attend to something, she basked on the bed in bliss before making her way to the ensuite bathroom. In the mirror, she examined her shoulder. Vision had never left a mark on her before, of any sort. Even when they'd sparred during training, his blows never resulted in the slightest tinging of her skin. She couldn't say she minded the mark, she mused, it was a reminder of the fun they'd had this morning.

A sudden banging on her door brought her out of her thoughts. "Wanda," she heard Natasha's voice. "Get up and get dressed."

Quickly tossing on her shorts and t-shirt, she answered the door. "What?"

Natasha stood on the other side, dressed in capri leggings and a loose fitting tee. Wanda knew this attire well.

"Training? You can't be serious?"

"Is that what you're gonna wear?" Natasha asked before glancing down at her chest. "Probably wanna put on a bra."

Wanda subconsciously crossed her arms over her chest, defiant. "I haven't even eaten yet."

Natasha held up a bottle containing Tony's patented protein antioxidant shake. "Get ready. You have one minute." Before she closed the door, she added, "Nice hickey, by the way."

Wanda's hand shot up to cover the mark, but the door was already closed. It seemed wide-necked tops were out of the question for the time being.

She was dressed in a minute and a half.

As they made their way down to the training room, Natasha chastised Wanda for her lapse in training. Adding that, "Even when on vacation, we need to be in top form."

Was escaping imprisonment and hiding out in the jungles of Africa considered vacation? Wanda wanted to retaliate that she'd been focusing on a training of a different sort, but decided it best to keep that to herself for the time being.

Thus, after a quick warm up, the early morning spar session began.

"So," Natasha began, taking the first swing. "You and Vision?"

Wanda dodged, but did not reply.

"You guys are, what, boyfriend and girlfriend now?" she teased.

"That is not your business," Wanda replied with a swing of her own.

Natasha easily blocked it. "You're both on the team, and it's everyone's business if it affects the team."

"It won't," Wanda replied sternly. "Besides, what about you and Bruce?"

"Bruce and I are different. Our relationship is different. We better the team because I can calm down the big guy."

Wanda didn't reply, instead receiving a jab to her gut.

"You and your synthetic boyfriend on the other hand," Natasha continued snidely.

Wanda didn't have to look inside Natasha's head to figure out what was going on. "I know what you are doing."

"What's that?"

"You're baiting me. Trying to make me lose my cool."

The Black Widow ignored her. "He ask you to prom yet?" Swing.

Block. "Stop it."

"No? Are robots not allowed?"

Wanda's eyes flashed. "What did you say?" Swing.

Dodge. "Or is he already taking the toaster?"

"Shut. Up." She took a sloppy swing.

Natasha easily side-stepped it. "I wouldn't be too broken up about it, it's not like he's real or anything."

The spy didn't even have time to smirk at her last comment before she was launched across the room. The padded wall did little to soften the blow as her back slammed against it, knocking the wind out of her. The ruby static held her in place, crushing her against the wall, as Wanda closed in, eyes ablaze.

"You have no idea what you're talking about," she spat. "You know nothing about us!"

"Wanda," Natasha choked, her lungs crying for air.

Luckily, Steve had just entered the training room when he saw the display before him. "Wanda!"

Abruptly, Wanda snapped out of her rage and Natasha fell to the floor, coughing. Steve rushed over to help her, but she just waved him off.

"It's nothing," Natasha dismissed. "Just sparring. Things got out of hand."

"Out of hand? Nat, she—"

"I said it's nothing. Right, Wanda?"

Wanda, still seething, arms crossed, looked away. "Yeah, I — I am rusty."

Steve glanced back at Nat with question in his eyes.

"Get out, Steve," she replied, climbing to her feet.

"Alright," he sighed, still uncertain, and left the room, closing the door behind him.

"You okay?" Natasha began dusting herself off.

Wanda simply glared at her, furious. "What the fuck, Nat?"

"I'll take that as a 'yes.'"

Wanda stomped up to her. "Is that what you think of Vision? Of us?"

"Of course not. Vision's great," Natasha smiled sincerely. "Not sure what to make of the two of you, yet."

"What does that mean?"

"You are both still young. I mean, is it just a passing fancy, or the real deal?" She arched an eyebrow.

"I do not expect you to understand."

Natasha leaned back against the wall, arms crossed. "Why? Is it complicated?"

"No," Wanda thought for a moment. "It isn't. Everything about me, about him, is complicated. But together..." Being with Vision, she had found, was easier than breathing. "You know that saying, that cliche, when he looks at you, it's like you're the only person in the room?"

Natasha shrugged. "An oldie but a goodie."

Wanda continued, "When Vision looks at me, I am not the only person in the room. I am the only person on the planet. When he looks at me, he sees me, really sees me. The real me. The good. All the bad. And he accepts me, for some crazy reason. More than that, he—" she paused as her heart began to swell. "And everything he feels for me, I feel for him. He is so good, so pure. So ... Vision."

"Don't take this the wrong way," Natasha said, "But you, Wanda, are quite emotional. Vision, on the other hand—"

"Vision is emotional," she interjected. "Just because you don't see it doesn't mean he isn't."

Natasha carefully observed the woman before her as she spoke. Perhaps, this wasn't simply puppy love. "You know why I said those things earlier," she said matter-of-factly.

"Because you think Vision makes me weak?"

"No, no. You're in sync, I imagine on the battlefield the two of you will be quite formidable." Briefly, she thought of herself and Clint. "But if I can make you go full tilt so easily with a few nasty comments, think of what someone else can do. You'll get sloppy, make mistakes."

Wanda understood, but she didn't like it. She was reminded of her first training session with the Black Widow. "Why do you insist on pushing my buttons?"

"Because when you let them be plain as day, I can't resist," she said smugly.

As Natasha removed her sparring gloves, relief washed over Wanda. "Are we done?" she asked, hopeful.

"No," Natasha laughed. "15 minutes of cardio, then weights."

"But—"

"20 minutes of cardio then."

Wisely, Wanda shut her mouth and followed Natasha to the weight room.

xx

"Is that bacon?" Natasha inquired as the greatest aroma known to humankind hit her.

An hour later, Wanda and Natasha had emerged from the weight room, rightfully exhausted. Wanda more so, had not realized just how out of shape she'd become in the last six months.

She wanted a shower, her body wanted bed, but her stomach wanted to follow that delicious smell. Without much debate, her stomach won. Rounding the corner to the common area, the two found their entire team gathered around the dinning table.

"Hey, guys," Scott greeted around a mouthful. "Vision made pancakes!"

In the center of the table were stacks of various pancakes, sausages and bacon, complete with an assortment of syrups and fruit juices.

Natasha began piling a plate. "Vision, you cook?"

"Yes, it has become something of a hobby." he beamed. "It has taken a great deal of practice, but Mr Stark and Miss Potts have been most kind test subjects."

"Yeah, I'm sure that was a hard sell," Sam added.

"Hey," Tony spoke up from the head of the table. "It wasn't always like this," he pointed to the delectable feast before them. "Those first few weeks, those were darks times. No offense, buddy."

Beside him, Pepper covered her mouth with her napkin, attempting to contain a chuckle.

"None taken," Vision dismissed as he loaded a fresh hot stack of blueberry pancakes onto the serving plate. As he stepped back, Wanda rounded behind him and raised an eyebrow. He had not mentioned cooking at all to her during their time together.

He projected his memory of earlier, intending to surprise her with breakfast in bed, only to discover she had already been roused by Natasha and dragged off to the training room. When he returned to the kitchen, with the food, he ran into Clint, who he happily offered to prepare breakfast for while he waited. Slowly, the other Avengers began to file into the common area and he continued to cook.

Wanda, suppressing a giggle, happily sat down and ate. 'Vizh, you are too much,' she shot him a grin.

And for the moment, everyone easily pushed aside their worries and anxieties over what the future might bring. In good company, with good food, they basked in their happiness, unaware of just how fleeting it would be.