A Perfect Match (Mature Content)

Wanda Maximoff had fallen into a sort of routine.

Each morning, Wanda would wake up to find her bed empty. She was alone, as she preferred.

She would shower, dress for the day, and then head out into the main living area of the compound. By the time Wanda actually managed to leave her rooms, no one else was in the kitchen eating their breakfast. So she ate alone, as she preferred.

Eventually she would make her way to the training room. Rhodey and Sam were usually sparring, and Natasha was always using the shooting range. Wanda had never seen the Vision train, and Steve was usually training outside or on a solo mission. So she did her training alone, as she preferred.

She did most of her daily routine alone. She liked to be alone, because then she wouldn't be forced to follow social customs. Ever since she lost Pietro, she preferred the silence that she felt inside.

The team would eat dinner together, mostly in silence save for Sam cracking jokes and Natasha's sighs. They weren't really a family, not yet anyways. How could they be if the Vision wasn't participating?

Missions weren't much different. Steve would give them their tasks. They would do their tasks. They would go home. It was simple. It was repetitive. But it was their routine. And Wanda was always alone, as she preferred.

But Wanda didn't like to fall asleep alone. She didn't like to cry alone. And she had her own needs, too. She could do all of these things on her own, but she preferred not to.

She would usually cry herself to sleep, if she slept at all. Melatonin gummies were her good friends, but her dreams/nightmares would always ruin her quality of sleep. She hated crying, so she held it back as much as she could, but when the tears came, they came to stay for the long weekend.

Wanda had her needs, too. Hearing Steve and Natasha fucking just a few rooms over was a definite turn on, no matter how guilty it made Wanda feel. Wanda was pretty good with her fingers, and had even purchased a vibrator for her especially lonely evenings/mornings/afternoons. Because of her powers, she could put a sound barrier around her walls and be as loud as she needed to be. But she wasn't loud. Being on the run as a child made her quiet.

Wanda had never been touched in that way by anyone else. She considered using a dating website to find a quick fuck just to get it over with. Then maybe it wouldn't be so bad. But it also wouldn't be so bad to have someone to share life with.

The Vision had developed some sort of a routine. He did the same things day in and day out, the only changes were if he went on a mission with the rest of the team. When he wasn't on a mission, he stayed within his room, learning about human life. He didn't know much about how other people lived their lives. Everything was a routine for him. He never slept, he never ate. He just trained and learned. How could he know if life was good?

Mission after mission, he tried to understand more. About the stone in his head, about his creation, about what it meant to be alive if he wasn't breathing.

He couldn't understand.

And yet, his routine was sustained.

"No. No more." Tony Stark was barging into Vision's room, an empty space except for a wardrobe full of sweaters and slacks. "I didn't create you to just float in the middle of your room and ignore the rest of the team."

"Mr. Stark," Vision said robotically. "You created me to defeat Ultron. I served my purpose, did I not?"

"People don't just have one purpose in life and then do nothing afterwards, Vision." Tony grumbled, pressing two fingers against his temple. "You were created to be something more than Ultron. Maybe something more than human."

"I cannot be more than human, Mr. Stark." The Vision focused his eyes on the way that Tony ran his fingers through his hair and thought that maybe he should have some hair of his own.

"You don't know that. None of us know that. You can evolve, we all can." Tony sighed, and crossed his arms in front of him. "You need to start joining in on meals. We're doing a movie night tonight."

"I have plans, actually." Tony furrowed his brows when the Vision said this, so he just continued telling him. "I want to learn more about what it means to be human, and I figured the best way to do so was to go on, I believe it's called, a date. I signed up for a dating website and have a date tonight."

"Um, how exactly are you going to go out on a date looking like that? Not that I don't like it, I created you, but-" Tony was cut off by Vision's red appearance fading away, revealing a pale man with blonde hair and blue eyes. "Also, what dating website?"

"I crafted what I believe women would want to see in a man, do you think this will suffice?" He brought his pale hand to his chin, mimicking the action of thinking. "It was a website called MagicMatch, I believe. I've been studying films and dating tips, so I think I should be able to do this."

"What spurred this on?" Tony asked, his brain still trying to comprehend what has happened.

"If the only people I interact with are the Avengers and the people we save, I don't think that I could ever understand human customs." Vision replied simply. "Mr. Stark, what should I wear on my date?"

Wanda was applying her lipstick when Tony came into her room. She was still hesitant around the man responsible for her parents' deaths, but he had provided her everything she would need to live comfortably and she couldn't ignore him forever.

"Where are you going?" He asked, eyebrows raised.

"I have a date, actually." She responded, and Tony's eyes drifted down her body. She had curled her hair and pinned it back, put on makeup, and was wearing a black sweater tucked into a red skirt. There were black heels sitting next to the door, and her clutch was sitting on the bed. Tony's eyes raised even more.

"A date with who?" He asked. "I didn't know you were interested in dating."

"Well, it's not like there's anyone here that I can date. It's easy for Cap and Natasha, but the rest of us have to outsource our love." She explained casually, puckering her lips a few times. "I signed up for a dating website."

"Which one?" Tony asked, his eyebrow raised.

"MagicMatch. Now, if you excuse me, I have to get to Brave Pizza by 6:30." Wanda smiled softly, genuinely happy, and slid into her heels. Clutch in hand, she paused by Tony. "Pietro would want me to be happy, right?"

"Of course he would. He wouldn't have died if he didn't know you were going to be okay. You have us now, and we are going to start acting like more of a family. It's what all of us need." Tony bravely gave Wanda a short hug, hoping she wouldn't flip out, but surprisingly, she hugged him back.

"Wish me luck." She said, a faint quiver in her voice, and she went out of the room.

"Oh, honey, luck has nothing to do with it." Tony took his phone out of his pocket and shut down MagicMatch. He was surprised that he didn't have to promote it to those two to get things going.

"Excuse me, I have a reservation for two at 6:30." The Vision was wearing his red sweater and black slacks, and he had to expend more energy to make sure that the stone in his head was hidden. The waitress took him to a small table with a candle. "My date should be along shortly."

"I'll send her over when she shows up," The woman winked at the Vision and then returned to the front of the restaurant. Vision looked around, and then at the menu in front of him. He'd practiced eating human food to try to understand how his body processed it, and learned that there was a waste removal system installed within him, so even though he couldn't enjoy the flavor of the pizza, he could look like he was fully human.

"SightSeer08?" A sweet voice asked from behind him. He turned, and was surprised to see Wanda.

"Wanda? What are you doing here?" He asked, standing up abruptly. She looked at him, shocked.

"I don't think I ever told you my first name…" She hesitated, then looked closer at the Vision, the eyes giving him away. "Vision…?"

"You're MissMyQuick?" He asked, sitting back down. She sat across from him, fidgeting with her clutch. "I comprehend. Miss my Quicksilver." Wanda's eyes shot down at her hands.

"Why were you on a dating website, Vision?" She insisted, her eyes filled with shock and confusion. "Is this a joke?"

"I assure you, Wanda, I am not joking. I wanted to learn more about human dating customs…" He began to explain, but the waitress reappeared.

"Can I get either of you anything to drink? Or perhaps an appetizer?" She asked, glaring at Wanda but then winking again at the Vision.

"Can you give us a moment to decide, please?" Vision insisted, and the waitress retreated. He looked back at Wanda. "I did not intend to hurt you, Wanda. I didn't know that it was you I was speaking to. I thought you were nice, and I thought you would be a good person to experiment with."

"You know, women don't appreciate being experiments." Wanda hissed, her accent heavy, and rose up from her seat. "I was experimented on with my best friend. I wouldn't be this… mess… if I wasn't experimented on." Tears pricked at her eyes and she wiped them away swiftly. "Goodnight, Vision."

"Wanda, wait-"

But it was too late. She had stormed out of the pizzeria, and as soon as she was clear of the building, red hex circled around her hands and she flew up into the sky. Vision quickly exited the restaurant, his human facade fading away, and raced after her.

"Wanda! Please wait!" He yelled after her, and she slowed to a stop above an empty park. "Please. I didn't mean to hurt you. I never wanted to. I'm sorry. If I had realized that it was you I was talking to-"

"Would you have stopped talking to me on that website? Would you have ignored me at the compound? What's so wrong with it being me?" She cried, her tears streaming down her face.

"I never said that I didn't want it to be you." He said calmly, flying closer to her. "I just wanted to experience human life in a way different than what the Avengers could provide me."

"I understand," She responded softly, crossing her arms over her body as she continued to shake from her cries. "I wanted to experience life differently, too. I guess neither of us really got what we wanted."

"Wanda, would you like to go on a date with me?" He asked, coming up closer to her. "A real, genuine date. Not an experiment."

"Vision, I don't think that's such a good idea," Wanda curled up more into herself. "I know it works for Cap and Natasha, but I don't think it'll work for us. I'm sorry."

Before the Vision could respond, Wanda sped off into the sky in the direction of the compound.

"Hey Wanda, how was your date?" Tony hollered from the couch, the rest of the Avengers spread out in front of the television, popcorn bowls scattered around and a movie she didn't recognize on the television. Wanda was cold from the flight, and tears were still stained on her cheeks.

"... did you know?" She hesitantly asked all of the bodies in the room. Sam, Natasha, Steve, and Rhodes looked confused at the question, but Tony's face went hard as he paused the film. "You did, didn't you?"

"Tony, what is she talking about?" Natasha asked, standing up and taking a blanket to wrap around Wanda. "Wanda, what happened?"

"I don't know what kind of sick joke you were trying to play, Stark, but… you know what? Fuck you, Stark." Wanda's voice began to rise, red hex circling her body. "My parents get murdered by your fucking weapons, then I'm experimented on as a means to destroy the Avengers, my brother dies trying to become an Avenger, and just when things might be picking up, you fucking set me up on a date with Vision? How is that fair to either of us?"

"Tony, what did you do?" Steve finally got up from his spot on the floor, defensively standing above Tony. "You set Wanda and Vision up on a date?"

"I-"

"That isn't what happened." Vision's voice echoed through the living room as he flew in. His eyes were focused on Wanda, whose red hex was up in defense. "Wanda and I each separately signed up for a dating website, and we got matched up. We didn't know until tonight." Tony ran a hand through his hair, and groaned.

"It wasn't exactly coincidental," He explained. "I run the website that you two got matched up on. I messed with search results so only you two would sign up, so automatically you got matched up."

"Jesus Christ, Tony!" Steve yelled, his fists balling up. "That's not fair to either of them, I know you think that they've got some kind of connection because of the stone, but-"

"What? The stone?" Wanda's voice was small again, her hex receding. "What the fuck does the stone have to do with anything?" Tony took a deep breath.

"There's a theory that Steve and I have been pondering. We first noticed it when the Vision was created. There was… a connection, it seemed. Between the Vision, and you, Wanda. Your powers stem from the mind stone that now resides in his head." Tony explained, scratching his beard. "We noticed it again after the Battle of Sokovia. You destroyed Ultron, and began falling to your death, but the Vision was able to find you and save you. No one else could see you on our sensors."

"Leave it alone, Tony," Steve warned.

"No! I want to hear this. Vision and I deserve to hear this." Wanda pleaded, trying to walk closer to the rest of the group, but Natasha kept her close, within the blanket. "Tell me, Stark."

"We've noticed an improvement in the connection since we've been training. You two have been able to communicate more effectively than even Steve and Natatsha communicate on the field. And… the Vision is evolving." Tony explained. "I was telling him earlier. He was initially created to destroy Ultron, yes, but it seems as though his purpose is evolving along with him. He's beginning to understand human life more. He's… curious. So I created a way for him to explore that human nature that is a part of him. That way… is you, Wanda."

"Why me?" She asked, her voice shaking again. "Why is it me?"

"Because of the connection you two have," Steve explained. "It's undeniable, we've all seen it on and off the field. You like your isolation, but you laugh when you see Vision trying something human. He asks about your health."

"Both of you stop it!" Natasha's voice rang through. "Let them live their own lives, don't try to force them into anything. Neither of them deserve this. Wanda, please don't listen to them. Go to bed. Rest. I'll bring you some dinner. Please, don't let these idiotic men decide what you need to do with your life." Natasha shook her head at the men in the room and quietly led Wanda to her rooms.

"Rhodes, do you understand what just happened?" Sam asked.

"Not a word, Sammy boy," Rhodey responded, and then reached for the remote to restart the movie. Tony groaned and pressed his hand into his temples.

"I can't believe you did that, Tony," Steve's voice was almost a growl. "I told you that you just needed to give them time."

"Mr. Stark." Vision's voice once again filled the space. "Please do not interfere in my… existence. I understand you have a personal stake in what I do, but it is inappropriate for such things to occur."

"You know, I thought I was doing something good here. Make Wanda happy, make Vision happy. But no," Tony grumbled and then fell back onto the couch.

"You had no right-" Steve started.

"No right, Cap? I have EVERY right! Everything happened because of me, everything that Wanda went through, Vision. It's all my fault. Why shouldn't I get to try to fix that?" He buried his face in his hands.

"Mr. Stark, I think that I understand that you're coming from a good place. But… Wanda is hurting, now." A look of concern was etched on the Vision's face. "And I'm not sure she will be able to trust any of us again."

"Alright. All evidence of tonight is gone." Natasha gave Wanda a small smile, tossing the makeup remover wipe into the bathroom's trash can. Wanda tightened her grip around herself, the sweater and skirt ensemble in a heap on the floor and replaced with comfy pajamas.

"I just wanted to try to be happy. Like you and Steve, you know?" Wanda said softly. Natasha frowned, but gave Wanda a big hug.

"I know, sweetheart. I know. That's all any of us want for you, after everything you've been through. You deserve to be happy," The older woman's voice was smooth and confident.

"I just want to go to sleep now, Nat. Is that alright?" Wanda's voice was close to a quiver at this point. Continuing to talk about this made her even more upset.

"You don't want anything to eat?" Natasha asked, concerned. Wanda just shook her head and walked through the en-suite back into where her bedroom was and curled up on the bed.

"I don't have much of an appetite. Maybe later, though. Thanks, Nat."

Wanda stalked quietly through the dark halls of the compound with only a small ball of red light to guide her way towards the kitchen. It was 2 in the morning, and she woke up hungry.

When she arrived at the kitchen, she clamored around softly, making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, knowing that no one would wake up from her noises. No one who was asleep, anyways. She sat down at the breakfast bar, dipping her sandwich into a glass of milk, and let her sadness wash over her, the red hex surrounding her.

She knew she shouldn't have trusted Stark. And Steve… he knew, too. And said nothing. If Nat knew, she would have told Wanda, she was sure of it.

So, was the Vision a victim of this, too? Should she have held back her anger, her pain? He didn't deserve her wrath, he was more innocent than anyone, but…

"Wanda…" A voice spoke up behind her. She turned herself around on the stool and saw Vision standing there, face remorseful. She had never seen that expression on his face.

"Vis, I'm sorry." The words came out before she could stop them. "I took my anger out on you, but it wasn't your fault. Stark…" She gritted the name through her teeth.

"He interfered where he should not have, but I do not think that his intentions were bad." He responded quietly nodding towards the stool next to hers, and she waved her hand, inviting. He sat on the stool and watched her finish the rest of her sandwich, a silence falling over them.

"Vis, do you think that your experiment would have worked, if Stark hadn't interfered?" Wanda finally asked, but at the same time she got up and went over to wash her dishes.

"I'm… unsure. I thought that it would work, but you were right. No woman would appreciate being experimented on," He responded. "Especially since I'm not sure I could ever develop feelings for someone." Wanda only nodded, scrubbing the plate hard. Her jaw tensed, and all of her focus was on washing the plate. "Will you try to do online dating again, Wanda?"

"No." She said, putting the dishes in the drying rack and turning off the water. "I don't think I'm meant for happiness."

Wanda was strumming on her guitar when there was a knock at her door. She glanced up from the strings and saw Steve standing in the doorframe.

"Can I come in?" He asked hesitantly. She nodded and set the guitar down on the stand, bringing one of her legs up onto the chair.

"Is there a mission today, Cap?" She watched as he stepped in and sat in the lounge chair opposite hers.

"No, no mission…" He hesitated. "I wanted to apologize. I should have told you and Vision about our theory… but I didn't want to push you. I know things have been rough, and I feel like we've just made everything much more difficult for you."

"You had nothing to do with what happened last night, Cap." Wanda reached her hand out and rested it on his arm. "Stark manipulated Vis and I."

"Because I had perpetrated this theory. I was the first one to mention it, and then he ran with it…" Steve looked down, eyes focused on Wanda's hand. He wanted her to hate him, to use her hexes against him; he deserved it. But she wouldn't see it that way. "Tony is not your enemy, Wanda. He cares about you–"

"He feels guilty." She hissed. "He feels guilty for pushing me into this life, for the death of Pietro. He thinks he's at fault so now he thinks he can be the one to fix this, fix me–" Wanda rose suddenly from her seat. "Except I'm not meant to be fixed. I don't want to be fixed, Cap. Not anymore. My emotions, my powers, they make me who I am now!" Tears burned at the edges of her eyes. "I cannot be fixed."

"Wanda–"

"I just wanted to be happy. Like you and Nat." Wanda's voice softened significantly. "I see you, we all see you two, blissfully happy, and you two deserve it more than anyone… but we want that, too."

"You can find that happiness, Wanda–"

"No. I can't. You and Nat could ignore all of your strengths and abilities, move to the countryside like Clint, and live the rest of your lives without ever having to worry about your powers hurting someone." Wanda twisted her hands together. "I am going to be trying to control my powers for the rest of my life."

"You deserve happiness, Wanda." Steve stood up then. "You do, and we all want to see you happy, whatever it takes."

"Thanks, Cap. But I've accepted my fate." Wanda's voice sounded resigned. She slumped back into her chair. "I'll be okay, Cap. Thanks for talking to me, though."

"Let me know if you need anything." He sighed then left the room, only to find Vision standing in the hallway, where neither of them could have noticed him. "Follow me. Now."

"Captain Rogers, why are we on the roof?"

"I figured we could do with some fresh air, and privacy." Steve leaned his arms on the railing in front of them, gazing out at the forest surrounding the compound. "You know, this used to be the camp that I was trained at."

"Yes, Captain. I'm aware of the history of this place." Vision responded. "Everything has come full circle for you, hasn't it?" Steve smiled slightly in response.

"Almost everything, yes." He sighed, then turned to look at Vision. "Tell me again why you wanted to go on a date."

"I've been trying to understand the human condition. I've watched films and read books that mention dating and romance, and I wanted to experience that. I thought that online dating would give me a firsthand look at what it's like to be human." Vision responded thoughtfully. "But… I think I was wrong to do so."

"Why is that?"

"Wanda told me that women would not appreciate me using them as an experience or an experiment." Vision said plainly. "And that's all that dating would be for me, Captain, since I do not think I could ever naturally experience feelings of love or lust."

"I think you're right, except for that last part." Steve placed a hand on Vision's shoulder. "I think you're capable of more emotions than you expect from yourself. You're not a robot, Vision. You're something much more, and because of that, I believe that you're capable of feelings like that."

"How will I know if I am experiencing those feelings, Captain?"

"Well, I'm not sure. For me, I…" Steve hesitated. "With Peggy, I saw her and knew immediately that she was the strongest person I had ever met. It was something chemical."

"And with Miss Romanoff?" Vision asked.

"With Nat, it wasn't a sudden thing. It was gradual. I met her not long after I came out of the ice. We fought side by side in New York. And then when Hydra played its moves, she kissed me as a way of escaping them." Steve ran a hand through his hair. "And then it became very clear to me that we understood each other, that we don't have to put on these masks or appearances around each other. It's very organic."

"I am not organic, Captain." Vision pointed out. Steve laughed, then shook his head.

"No, Vision. You're not. But you've got chemicals running you just like anyone else. So I'd go off of that, alright?" He asked.

"Thank you, Captain."

"I saw that." Tony's voice was clear in the empty living room, only he and Steve were in there. "You're not staying out of this, either, Cap."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Tony." Steve responded, sitting on the couch.

"Telling Wanda that she deserves happiness? Telling Vision that he can feel strong emotions?" Tony crossed his arms. "You get mad at me for interfering, but you're pushing them together far more plainly than I did."

"I'm just trying to clean up the mess that you made, Tony." Steve yawned, stretching his arms up. "Like I always have to."

"Oh, don't even, Steve." Tony grumbled. "What we need to do is pool our resources…"

Wanda locked her door, put up a shield of her hex, and undressed. She could hear Steve and Nat fucking a few rooms over, and it had been a few days since she had pleasured herself, so she knew she wouldn't last long. She dug her vibrator and the bottle of lube out of her nightstand drawer, and propped herself up on the pillows.

She was already getting slick, but she lubed up her two fingers just to be safe. With her non-lubed hand she dragged her fingers along her body, playing with her left nipple. She rubbed her fingers against herself, a contented sigh escaping her throat. She inserted her first finger, stretched it around, grazing lightly. She quickly inserted the other one, scissored herself, and spread her legs even farther apart, toes curling. Pulling her fingers out, she lubed up the vibrator, turned it on, and shoved it in in one movement. She moaned lowly, twisting the vibrator, pressing it up against her spot. Her free hand rubbed against her clitoris, and she thrust the vibrator in time with the moans she could hear coming from down the hall.

She came apart suddenly, a soft cry melding with the white flashing behind her eyes. Breathing heavily, she waited until she came down from the high to pull the vibrator out and turn it off.

A knock at the door startled her out of the calm that she felt after her release. "Wanda? Is it alright if I come in?" Vision. Wanda sighed, then called back.

"Give me a minute, Vis, I'm changing." She wiped off her hands and the vibrator and threw it and the lube back into their drawer, then put her clothes back on, lifting the hex around her walls. She went to the door, unlocked it, and opened it, and Vision was standing there, smiling. "What's up, Vis?"

"What were you doing, Wanda? I heard noises." He peered around her into the empty room, but noticed nothing. He did notice, however, that her breathing was ragged and her heartbeat was faster than usual.

"Uh, yoga." She hoped that he wouldn't notice the lack of a yoga mat on her floor.

"And then you changed?" He noticed. Her laundry basket was empty.

"Yup." She popped the word, hoping he'd drop the subject. "What do you need, Vis?"

"I, well–" He hesitated. "I feel ashamed over what happened the other day. I should never have tried to experiment on anyone, or try to experience something that I wasn't meant to."

"You don't need to apologize to me," Wanda started, turning her back on him and going to sit cross-legged on her bed. She patted the spot next to her and he followed her in to sit next to her. "I admire you for trying to understand human life."

"Well, Wanda, I asked this the other night before we came back to the compound, but you were so angry, and…" He paused, watching her face. "I wanted to ask again, to be sure. Would you like to go on a real, genuine date with me? No experimenting."

"Vis, I–"

"Just one date. I want to make up for what happened." He explained.

"It's not for you to make up for," She responded, putting her hand on his. "I don't think it's such a good idea for us to do that, Vis."

"Please, Wanda…" He tried to meet her eyes, but she faltered, then sighed.

"Alright. One date." She agreed. He smiled at her brightly, and she just shook her head, a slight smile crossing her features. "But you have to plan it."

"Mr. Stark?" Vision phased into the lab, where Tony was repairing Dum-E. Tony spun around and looked confused.

"Is it time for your monthly diagnostic already?" He asked, looking at his watch.

"No, sir. I actually… need your advice." He admitted, sitting down on a metal stool. "Last night I… I asked Wanda out on a date. And she agreed, but I have to plan it, and I don't know how–" Tony burst out laughing, and then sat next to Vision.

"Alright, what would you like to do on this date?" He asked.

"Well, I can't really… eat. So something other than that. Something that Wanda would really like." Vision explained. Tony rubbed his chin, in deep thought.

"I think we might need reinforcements."

"Alright, men," Tony said, addressing Vision, Steve, Sam, and Rhodey. "Vision needs our help planning a great date for him and Wanda to go on. Any ideas?"

"Someplace private, I think. Wanda can be a bit, well, temperamental." Sam suggested. Rhodey rolled his eyes at the suggestion.

"But maybe a crowded place would help her to feel more comfortable, and that fewer people would be focused on her," he argued.

"Thank you for the suggestion, Colonel, but I think that Mr. Wilson is right. Wanda might feel uncomfortable in a large crowd, and it would also be easier for us to go undetected if it was somewhere more private." Vision thought out loud. Sam smacked Rhodey on the shoulder.

"Better luck on your next suggestion, Colonel."

"How about a museum?" Steve suggested. "Wanda likes art, and she plays the guitar. She might enjoy something along those lines."

"How about a pottery studio? She likes making things, right? She could make something for her to put in her room or a mug to drink her tea out of." Rhodey mentioned, running his hand through his hair.

"That's not half bad, Rhodes." Tony smirked. "What do you think, Vision?"

"You really think Wanda would enjoy something like that?" Vision asked hesitantly. The others gave him a sly look.

"You… really want her to enjoy this, don't you?" Steve asked. Vision nodded earnestly. "Then, I think, regardless of what you do, just show her that you mean what you say, and that you want her happiness."

"Nat, come on, I don't have all the time in the world!" Wanda whined, sprawled out on the floor in Natasha's room. "I have perfectly fine clothes! Plus, we're just going to a pottery studio, they're going to get messed up regardless!"

"They have aprons for you to wear, Wands. Plus, what if you two end up getting dinner after?" Natasha suggested.

"Vis doesn't eat food, though." Wanda pointed out. "Please, just give me something! We're supposed to leave in half an hour!"

"Okay, wait, I found it!" Natasha cried out successfully. She popped out of the closet holding a v-neck shirt. Wanda raised an eyebrow. "I know what you're thinking. It's just a v-neck. But it's the shirt I wore on my first date from Steve."

"Okay, ew, no, I was here when you two got back, I don't want to wear something that he's ripped off of you." Wanda stuck out her tongue. Natasha sighed and threw the shirt back into the closet.

"Fine."

Vision was sitting on the couch in the living room when Wanda walked down the stairs. She was just wearing torn black skinny jeans, a red sweater, and some black ankle boots, but she looked radiant. Her hair was pinned back and her makeup was bright.

"Wanda, you… look beautiful." He hoped he wasn't being too forward, but he noted the red tint in her cheeks.

"Thanks, Vis. You look nice, too," She responded. He was wearing black slacks and a blue sweater, and had his blonde facade on. "Shall we?" She asked, heading towards the front door.

"Actually, I was thinking we could drive." He said. She gave him a concerned look.

"Vis… when did you learn how to drive?" She asked, almost laughing. He blinked.

"Well, I've read all the manuals–"

"We can fly, Vis." She smiled, then headed out the front door, tightening her crossbody. "Come on." He bounded after her and the two raced into the sky, Wanda's red hex carrying her towards the pottery studio. Vision wasn't far behind, gliding into the air behind her. She raised an eyebrow and sped up, a hidden challenge to Vision, who also sped up.

By the time they got to the pottery studio, both were laughing and unsure of who had landed first. Vision opened the door for her and they went in. He spoke to the person at the front desk, letting them know that they had reserved a private room and brief lesson.

Wanda sat hopefully at her pottery wheel and began to form her bowl, slowly. Vision watched her as she pressed her hands gently into the wet clay, extending the bowl outwards. He looked down at his own lump of clay and pressed his foot all the way down on the lever, which sent the clay flying. The teacher shook their head and put the clay back, telling him to be slow. He tried again, slowly pressing his foot down, and placed his hands on the lump. It began to swerve into a weird shape, and he slowed the wheel, frustrated.

Vision glanced over at Wanda's bowl, which she had formed successfully and was adding little patterns to. He frowned, then tried to form his clay again.

"You'll get the hang of it," Wanda broke their silence. She stood up from her wheel and came up behind Vision, leaning over him and taking his hands in hers. "Let me help you. Turn on the wheel, gently." He pressed his foot down and let the wheel spin, and she moved his hands softly towards the clay.

The teacher snuck out of the room.

"See, you're getting it," Wanda said encouragingly. "You just have to put feeling into it. What you want, lean into it, and it'll build up. Even if it has little mistakes, it'll still be unique to you."

"You're really good at this, Wanda." Vision pointed out as she guided his hands to extend his bowl out. She held onto his hands tightly, leaning closer into him, breathing in his mechanical scent.

"I've made pottery before. As a kid." She explained. "But… working with emotion is also my thing, you know? My powers…" She let a little bit of her red hex flow out into the bowl. "They are influenced by my emotions."

"I don't know what emotions I am capable of," He said honestly, as she guided one of his fingers to create a wave pattern on the side of the bowl.

"I think you're capable of much more than you give yourself credit for." She responded. "Okay, now take your foot off the lever." He did so, and she moved away from him, but he grabbed her wrist.

"Wanda," He breathed, pulling her down so their lips could meet. She leaned closer in, putting her hand on his face until she realized that it was covered with wet clay.

"Oh, Vis, I'm so sorry–"

"Don't be," He whispered, leaning in to kiss her again.

"Look, there they are," Natasha pointed out. She and Steve were on the roof of the compound, sharing one lounge chair. "How do you think it went?"

"We should let them come to us to tell us," Steve suggested, pulling Natasha closer to him. "In the meantime…"

"Please don't." A voice came from not far away. The two looked over and saw Sam and Rhodey flying around the compound. Rhodey's face was visible in the suit. "You have a bedroom for that."

"Hey guys!" Sam tried to get the attention of Wanda and Vision, but the two headed straight inside and disappeared.

"That's odd." Natasha tried to get up from her seat, but Steve pulled her back into his lap.

"Let them be, Nat." He whispered into her neck. "I could use some of your moves first."

"Ew, gross. It's like your grandpa flirting with your aunt." Sam gagged, and then flew off with Rhodey to do more training.

"Wanda, what if someone hears us?" Vision asked as Wanda pulled him into her bedroom. She pulled his face towards hers and began to kiss him again, closing the door and putting her red hex around the room. She backed up until her knees hit the bed, and fell onto it, pulling Vision on top of her.

"They won't. I do this all the time when I'm… doing yoga, and no one ever hears me." She said, pulling her sweater off. "Your turn. And please turn that pale skin back into the red skin that I like so much better."

"Really? You don't want me to look human when we…"

"I want you to look like you." She breathed, and watched as the facade faded away to show his true self. He then removed his sweater and leaned down to kiss her, tongue poking away to gain entrance. She let him in and their tongues swirled together, a low moan coming from Wanda's throat. They spent the next few minutes kissing and feeling each other's upper half, Vision's hands massaging her breasts through her bra. She grumbled and reached behind her, removing the bra. He leaned down and attached his lips to her right breast and began to nibble and suck, and his hand played with her other breast.

"Mm, Vis…" She whined, back arching to press her pelvis into his. "Take your pants off. Underwear too."

He quickly stood up and removed his shoes, socks, pants and underwear, and just stood there naked. She laughed a little at his brevity, then wiggled out of her jeans. She left her underwear on for the time being, and crawled over to where he was, kissing his thighs.

"Wanda–"

She didn't hesitate to press her lips to the base of his cock, then licked until she reached the tip. Vision groaned, head rolling back, hands landing on the side of her face. She looked up at him through her eyelashes and took the first part of him into her mouth, sucking and blowing.

"O..Oh, Wanda…"

She hummed against him as she took more of him into her mouth, as much as she could before she placed her hands on his hips and directed him to thrust. He thrust a bit too hard the first time and she choked a bit, but then pulled him to keep going. He thrust slowly down her throat, moaning softly.

"Wanda, I–"

She removed him from her mouth and looked up at him, lips covered in her own spit. She took some of his fingers and put them in her mouth next, covering them completely. Then she laid back, spread her legs, and beckoned him forward. He knelt over her and circled one of his fingers around her entrance, then pushed it in. Wanda's head fell back, her breath rising.

"More, Vis…"

He inserted his second finger into her and thrust them together slowly, then scissored quickly before inserting a third and stretching her further. Wanda whined, lifting her pelvis up, eyes meeting his.

"I'm ready, please, Vis…"

He removed his fingers and readjusted himself, positioned in front of her. She nodded, and he slowly entered her, giving her plenty of time to adjust as he pushed more of himself in. Once he had bottomed out, she put a hand on his chest, breathing heavily.

"Wait, just… give me a second…" She moaned, then pulled his face down to kiss her. "Fuck me, Vision. Please."

He didn't need to be told twice. At first he moved slowly, thrusting at a gentle pace, but when she wrapped her legs around him, bringing him closer to her, he began to move at a faster, more methodical rate.

"Wanda…" He moaned, kissing her sloppily as his thrusts became more erratic. He moved one of his hands to her clitoris and rubbed in time with his thrusts.

"O-oh, Vision, I'm…" She moaned out loudly as she saw stars, and tightened around him as she met her release. Her walls clamping around him pushed him to his breaking point, and he came with a loud grunt, collapsing on top of her. She kissed him gently now, her hands resting on his face. She was trying to catch her breath, but a smile covered her face.

"Wanda…" He met her eyes. "…do we get a second date?" She laughed and kissed him, bringing herself as close to him as possible.

"We get as many dates as you want, Vis, as long as you promise to do that to me every time we go on one."

"Well, then do you want to go on a date right now?"