#lee!vision

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff, Vision Warnings: None Disclaimer: I do not own rights to Marvel or it’s characters.

Description: Vision can’t seem to get his mind off of the Mind Stone. Wanda figures out a way to get him to loosen up a little bit.

A soft, luminous glow quietly peeks through a pair of thin curtains, illuminating a quaint little bedroom where a young couple lay inside atop a large king-sized bed. The two stay curled up together, the woman drinking from a steaming mug and the blond man, a carbon-based synthezoid underneath the human form, flipping through the pages of a book, much too quickly for any human to read.

Wanda, the red-haired woman, leans her head against her lover Vision’s shoulder. Vision peeks down at her for a moment, a smile gracing his lips that failed to meet his eyes.

“Vis.” Wanda sighed, reaching her hand up to rest on Vision’s cheek. “What’s wrong?”

Vision knew better than to lie. Even if he tried, Wanda could read him. She would know either way. He hesitated slightly before speaking. “The stone.” he stated, his hand reaching up to touch it. “It keeps trying to get my attention. To speak to me, perhaps. I just wish I understood what it was saying.”

Wanda ran her tongue against her upper lip, unsure of how to respond. Vision had been worrying over the Mind Stone in his forehead for a few days now, and his insistence on knowing what it was about was beginning to concern her. What if something really was wrong? What if something was happening to her beloved boyfriend?

No. That couldn’t be possible. It wouldn’t be. Wanda shooed the negative thoughts from her mind, and slowly lifted her hand to Vision’s forehead. Wisps of scarlet magic transferred from her fingers and into the stone.

Vision squinted slightly at the feeling of Wanda’s energy flowing through him. He slowly opened his eyes to gaze into hers. “Do you feel anything? What do you see?” he inquired in a rushed manner.

Wanda shook her head. “I just feel you.” she murmured, placing her hand on his cheek. “You and only you.”

Vision sighed, taking her hand in his. “Perhaps I am overthinking this a bit too much.”

Wanda slowly ran her fingers down to his shoulder. “You always have been analytical, Vis. Perhaps you get that from the one who made you.” she smiled softly.

“Mr. Stark wasn’t the only one who made me. Technically it was Ultron who-”

Wanda cut Vision off with a soft kiss to his lips. She didn’t want to hear that name. Not now.

“What you need, Vision, is to relax.” she grunted, flopping back against the pillows. “Get your mind off of things.” she grabbed the back collar of Vision’s shirt, pulling him backwards down onto the pillow. Vision let out a slight yelp, making Wanda laugh. She’d never heard such a sound from the android before.

“Do it again!” she exclaimed, turning to face him. “That was precious.”

Vision tilted his head. “What was? The sound of surprise I just made?” he furrowed his eyebrows when Wanda nodded. “Humans are so strange. They find amusement in the smallest things.”

Wanda shook her head. There he goes again. She brought her hand up to Vision’s cheek, slowly gliding downwards. “Maybe you should try it sometime.” she hummed.

Vision ignored her statement and closed his eyes, melting into the feeling of Wanda’s touch. He lived for these moments, laying side by side with his lover in the calming silence of their bedroom. It felt nice to share a home, away from it all. Away from the responsibilities of keeping up with the world’s dangers. Away from being an Avenger.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden, odd sensation starting from his neck to his shoulder, where Wanda had continued to glide her fingers down. Vision flinched back, his eyes shooting open. Wanda recoiled as if she had touched a hot pan.

“Vis? Are you okay?” Wanda grabbed his face. “Is it the stone again?” her eyes were laced with worry.

Vision shook his head. “No darling, not this time. But the strangest thing happened, I felt the most peculiar feeling when you were touching my shoulder.” he gestured to his shoulder before touching it with his own fingers, trying to check for any abnormalities.

Wanda raised an eyebrow. “What kind of feeling? Was it painful?” she reached forward, pressing into the space between his neck and shoulder, red magic surrounding her hand as she tried to examine the area.

Vision flinched back again, grabbing Wanda’s wrist. “It happened again. It’s still happening!” he rubbed at his shoulder, trying to rid himself of the feeling as Wanda’s magic began to wear off. He was surprised to look up to a grin on Wanda’s face.

“I think I know what’s ailing you, Vis.” she stated matter-of-factly, tilting her head to the side as she gazed at him with adoration.

“What is it?” Vision inquired with worry. He shifted slightly, sitting up as he waited for her response.

“You might be a bit ticklish.” she replied, unable to hold back a giggle. “It’s nothing to worry about, really.”

Vision raised an eyebrow. “Ticklish? That’s not possible.” he scoffed. “I highly doubt I was created with such human-like weaknesses.”

Wanda bit back a smile. “I beg to differ. And I have all the evidence I need, right here.”

Her eyes began to glow a brilliant red, and Vision was shocked to feel himself weighed down against the bed, unable to get up.

“Wanda, dear, what are you doing?” he gasped, straining as he tried to sit up. His eyes widened when Wanda settled himself above him, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

“Helping you chill out a little.” she replied, her fingers quickly beginning to dart over Vision’s sides. Her boyfriend squirmed beneath her, letting out a yelp as he tried to process the sensations. Wanda decided to play it gentle for now, realizing it would be cruel of her to subject Vision to a tormenting round of merciless tickles when it was something he was brand new to.

So, she kept her touch light as she scribbled and scratched at his torso. Her smile brightened when finally, after a few moments, giggles began to flow from his lips.

“Wanda! Whahat is this?” Vision managed to wheeze out. He fought with all his might against the magic that held him down, but much to his dismay, Wanda’s powers nearly exceeded his own.

“Don’t ask questions! Just have fun!” Wanda tsked, bringing her assailing fingers up to the spot at his neck. Vision scrunched up his shoulders, losing his words in immediate laughter.

Wanda giggled along with him, her heart soaring with joy at her newfound discovery. She slowed her tickling down slightly, just for a moment, to try and focus on Vision’s thoughts. She could read his confusion, but also his joy. She decided to keep going.

“Who would’ve thought? Big, strong avenger being reduced to a pile of giggles and I barely have to touch him.” Wanda smirked as she began fluttering her fingers over Vision’s neck again, sending him back into a fit of giggles. Vision felt his face grow warm, and a pink tint rose to his cheeks. His legs began to kick out in a futile attempt to break through the magic he was trapped by. This continued for a few minutes, Wanda exploring and attacking every sensitive area she could find.

“Okay! Okahay!” Vision eventually sputtered out, bringing his hands up to shield himself. “You win, mercy, uncle, whatever it is!” he technically didn’t need to breathe, but his sides were beginning to cramp from all the laughter.

Wanda immediately let up, lifting her magic from him as well. Vision flopped back against the bed, feeling like all of his energy had just been drained from him.

“Y’know, for such a sweet woman, you’re sure evil.” he grumbled, rubbing his forehead. “Why would anyone want to subject themselves, or anybody else, to such a torment?”

“You had fun.” Wanda grinned. “I could tell.”

“Lying to yourself.” Vision shook his head. “Keep telling yourself that.” he suddenly shot his arms around her waist, pulling her close. Wanda jumped in surprise, her eyes beginning to glow as she anticipated retaliation.

Vision raised an eyebrow. “What? You think I’m one who finds pleasure in revenge?” he asked, resting his chin against her shoulder and looking up at her sweetly.

Wanda blushed, avoiding his gaze. “I just thought, with how fast you were going-”

“Because that would be correct.” Vision cut her off with his fingers digging into her sides.

Desperate giggles immediately spilled from Wanda’s lips, filling their small bedroom. Vision couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face.

These were the moments he wanted to remember most. No amount of avenging, fighting, or saving could ever top the precious time he had with his Wanda. She was his hope, his joy, his everything. Right now, they weren’t Avengers. They weren’t the strong, famous figures that the civilians counted on. They were simply Wanda and Vision, laughing and play fighting like any other ordinary couple would do.