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“Stop moving your head, Wanda dear.”
”I’m nooooot.”, she purred amused.
“You aaaaaare.”, he replied, equally as playful with a small tug to her curly locks. “How am I to braid your hair right if you keep moving?”
Wanda pushed her head back in-between the strong toned legs of her lover, eyes staring upwards to two blue sapphires peering below her; a smile accompanying the perfect jewels.
“I guess you will have to try harder, Vision.” A snicker sneaked into her voice as Wanda winked mischievously. Her loving eyes staring into his mind stone, and in a moment, their minds were melted together; the aura of her femininity and strength encompassed him whole, just as his calm and masculinity did her.
Or do you cower in the presence of The Great Scarlet Witch?
You, my Darling, will never scare me.
Not even if the rest of the world did?
Never. You, my love, are an enigma I am so glad to have. So glad to be had by.
Hnn…so wonderful. I could just eat you up.
And anger my fans online? How selfish, Wanda.
Vision always liked to bring up “his fans”, as he called them. He had found his own popularity when Tony was showing his own fans online. It surprised the synthezoid; to have people talk about him was both odd, and yet nice to read through the comments that praised his work and commented about him. His oddity, both strange yet comforting to some. They had even made a small community for him; his own “fan-club”, if you will.
Small, but meaning the world to Vision.
But it wasn’t those fans who she was talking about—Wanda both adored them and loved that they pushed for more acceptance of Vision in the social media landscape.
No, the fans Wanda hated were the horny, depraved, middle-aged fan girls—and boys—who constantly spoke about how they would “rough up” Vision, how big he was “packing”, and how he’d be in bed; a non-emotional fuck machine who continue beyond safe-words or a primal animal who bite and whisper smut.
Wanda, never appreciated them.
Vision, however, in a shocking move, actually found them hilarious.
Was it deprave? Yes, of course.
But perhaps that was the humorous charm he found in it. The way these people who swoon over him, him, of all people, and make a drooling fool of themselves; Vision couldn’t hold back his laughter.
Oh, the hours he’d spend with Tony, just laughing at the many comments left by users on forms and sites for all eternity. It was one of new favorite pass-times to do; added above pottery and right below cuddling with Wanda.
It was both incorrigible and depressing; the perfect mix for impeccable humor.
Wanda just couldn’t see true comedy.
They don’t matter when it comes to you. They can fume and cry, those slutty dogs, but you’re mine. And I’m not above being possessive to show it.
Is that jealousy I hear, my Darling?
Kiss me Vision. Kiss me, and show them I’m yours. Not them, me.
Oh Wanda. How can I say no to you?
”God..” She groaned out. “I’m such a titillated tramp for you, aren’t I?”
Vision’s eyes grew wide just as his smile did.
“My my, such vocabulary!” Vision blushed bent down and was nose to nose with the witch. “Someone’s been reading.”
”I had to impress you somehow. Why not at what you do best?” Her breath was hot against his lips, making them water with want.
“Yield, Ms. Maximoff—“
”Oh, I love it when use that.”
”—Or else I will have to discipline you for such naughty language.”
”Oh Vis…”, Wanda whispered quickly. “Please do.”
Vision captured Wanda’s sweet lips in the moment—and it was like Heaven had swooped him up in the arms of angels. And as Wanda pulled away, so did the soft wings of the seraphim from his mind. Vision would have none of that and pushed his head further forward, his neck at a pained angle; but it was a small itch compared to the euphoric feeling of their kiss.
It was not their first kiss, not their second, but to Vision it felt like it was the beginning of pleasure into his life every time he kissed Wanda.
As he groaned into her mouth, his tongue nervously inched outwards and past his lips. With a crease in his brown forming, his hands let go of Wanda’s semi-braided hair and instead reached up and gripped her toned, soft arms. Just the feeling of feathery-light skin beneath his large hands made his bristle with joy and love, almost volts of lightnings running down his spine and through his circuits throughout his tingling body.
Said lightning struck once Vision’s tongue made its way into Wanda’s mouth. Both moaned into one another, and soon it was a fire growing within the hearts of Wanda and Vision. As the kiss progressed, their tongues wrapped around another and danced together in a growling tango of love and lust, each taste bud of Vision drinking the vanilla nectar of his one and only.
And yet it was him to gasp and pull back.
The synthezoid covered his mouth, his face bleeding gold on his red-and-silver skin. A saliva string connected both of their lips, leading down to the woman below him. Her head was smirking knowingly, flickering up to his embarrassed expression before glancing back down to the rigid cock beneath his slacks that poked her cheek.
Dear God! W-what is—! How—! I can..have an erection?! This is—should be—couldn’t possibly—!
“A-ah..” Vision bit his palm tightly as Wanda moved against his bulge. If he were human, he would’ve surly bled.
“I guess I made you a little too happy, Vis.” Wanda cooed, blowing a cool breath onto the throbbing member. Her green eyes lit up with a red hue before blinking back to stare at her lover. “Dirty boy. Still finding out new things about you, aren’t we?”
”I-i’m sorry. S-sorry…sorry..sor…ruhh.”
”For what?” Wanda purred. “Vision, you didn’t offend me.”
”I..this is inappropriate, Wanda. We are in the Avenger’s Compound living room, for god’s sake.” Vision’s voice was now a hiss. “I-i didn’t know I could even have this male anatomical reaction, and to spring it up on you, and have it in your face nonetheless?! I-i can’t..!”
Vision rushed upwards and frantically phased his cape around his neck, grabbing for it to cover his lower half. He couldn’t stay here, he needed to get rid of this. Embarrassed and flushed, Vision looked around like a anxious dog, ears perked up and whining internally of shame. Just as he was about to start to float upwards to his quarters to hide, it was then at that moment when Wanda’s hands reached for his white buttoned-up shirted shoulder.
Vision started down at saw Wanda give a comforting look.
”Vision, baby, it’s okay.”
Her smile eased his soul—like a sun’s ray warming summer grass.
The red-and-silver man breathed out, slowly easing his tense shoulders and with her soft fingertips on his vibranium skin, both Wanda and Vision sat down on the couch— the erection poking up from the yellow cape still tossed over his lap.
And then it was an awkward silence, with the occasional shift of Vision’s leg to hide his throbbing dick, the shift of couch cushions making just the smallest noises.
”Now, Vision..I know you might know what…y’know, a erection is, and it might be more terrifying up close—.”
”Well, I’ve never had an erection, nor did I think I could have one.”
”I-I know baby. We both knew. Well, we thought, but that’s besides the point—Just take a deep breath.”
Vision did so, slide his hands to Wanda’s for a sense of comfort. She allowed him to do so, her own fingers sliding in-between his own. He felt more relax, and for a moment forgot about his predicament, eyes staring on deliberately away from Wanda to avoid more of shame to fester.
”Now, Vis, tell me what you’re feeling. Communication, remember?” That was something Wanda hailed over all; talking their feelings and fears to one another—for understanding, and for better knowledge of the other’s internal emotional network.
”Yes yes, of course.”, he nodded as he spoke with a tinge of fleeting scare. “I feel, well, I feel, um, embarrassed. We were having a passionate kiss and then, my body does…this.” He pulls a hand away and motions towards the peak in this cape. “I feel rather odd, because I never did think this of all things would happen to me, and, well, obviously, we’ve both been proven incorrect.”
”Obviously.”, Wanda stated amused.
“Y-yes, heheh, obviously.”
”Continue, baby.”
”And well…” Vision took a breath in. But before he said what was on his mind, he looked up for the first time and was met with the kind eyes of Wanda. “I-i can..be truthful, correct?”
”Of course, Vis!”
”Even if…uhm—.”
Two hands tore away from the man’s and placed themselves onto both sides of Vision’s face. Vision froze in place, unsure of what Wanda’s narrowed look meant.
”Yes. Yes. Yes. Just tell me Vision.” She said with equal serious and kindness. A hard walk, but a perfect one she did with pure intent.
He could do this, and with a deep breath—inhaled through his nose, exhaled through his mouth—Vision spoke.
”And I’m glad I can have an erection.”
He turned away with a quick motion, his eyes bulging out from his own words. The shame, the sheer audacity to even be prideful of such a thing for what he was originally made for. Yet, the man shuddered and reveled in his statement, and the ego-burst it gave.
A complex feeling that ripped Vision’s morals apart, yet seemed to redefine it.
“Baby…” Wanda started to soothe Vision, but the synthezoid interrupted.
“I—it makes me—I feel, that, I can…” He looked to the ceiling for words and found none, just a light that peered upon him with no judgement.
But no mercy either.
”Take your time, baby.” A shoulder of Wanda rubbed up and down. I can wait.”
It was a minute before Vision proceeded.
”For the entirety of our relationship’s beginning, we have—well, I have, I am unsure about your feelings—have been enthralled by you. Your smile…beauty…wit, strength, flaws—even the quirkiest ones who see as bad.” Vision turned an eye to see Wanda, who sat patiently with a blush, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
”That’s awfully kind of your, baby.” Wanda cooed.
“A-and well, despite my limitations, you know that I make up for it in actions to show my love, my trust, my…mind, you know. And…well…”
”Yes, Vis?”
Well, now would be the best time to say it.
“I wanted to share the last one, with you; my trust. And I wanted to…eventually have intercourse…with you.”
Ah yes, intercourse.
The couple always ran around the bush went it came to the subject, either out of embarrassment or not wanting to be awkward was most likely, but it was something in Vision’s mind.
He knew what sex was. It was a logical thing from the outside view, and like with all logical things, Vision wanted to understand it deeper, more complex. And from his time researching into sex and sexual intimacy, his idea of what intercourse was, was one of laughable mystic and child whims.
The idea of two people sharing their bodies on that level of intimacy and trust was something Vision wanted, hell, dreamed off. Each night as he laid with her, strong arms covered in plush softness, all he could do was stare at her, breath with a sigh, and dream that one day he would cross that line with her—together.
To grasp at one another’s buttox with hard nails to pierce the skin.
To bite each other’s neck with passionate lust of marking and possession.
To grunt with animalistic pleasure.
To whimper with unbridled love.
To moan out each other’s names like prayers to a god.
And the best part of all—to climax with one another in a symbol of trust and devotion to one another.
At least, to Vision, sex was about that.
Vision looked back to Wanda in a more confident look, but with tension still in his eyes—a hint of dear that he may cross the line in a moment, no matter how small. He clasped both hands of hers in a single palm and put his right hand over the other two slammer ones.
“Wanda, I love you. And I wanted…well, want, if you will still have me, to make love to you in a symbolic bond of our relationship. I was looking for so many ways, and I’m so happy I can give you..a part of me. And I know, maybe I’m going too fast for you, after all it is only five months in the relationship, but y-you did say to have communication, so I figured to be honest. Unless I have been too forward, and you wish to never have intercourse, which is fine, I would never make you do an action you wouldn’t wish to do. I just assumed—but assuming is incorrect in this scenario, yes? Hehehe, well, there goes the old saying, right? I made an ass out of you and me? W-wait, no, just me, not you. N-no? Yes, no, yes I’m correct. I’m—!”
A rough kiss pushed Vision backwards, shooting his eyes to see the wanting look of his curly-haired lover. Both of her hands slipped from his own and wrapped around his neck, not giving any motive to move away until she was satisfied.
And Vision wouldn’t protest.
”Oh Vis..” she moaned as her tongue dived into his wet cavern, going under his teeth for each and every sharp edge of tooth. “Shah…aahp…ahhh…”
”Mm, my..dahlingh..I-I…my..” Vision motioned downwards to his cape-covered dick, now coming back alive after softening from the calm Vision.
Wanda stared down, but didn’t stop her kissing, which both frustrated and relieved Vision.
Vision, I don’t want to stop. And I hope me not stopping tells you everything.
I-it does. It does, my love. I-oh dear God, where did—Oh Jesus Christ!
Vision felt the tongue of Wanda slip beneath his own, caressing underneath with a curious tease. The tip of her slippery appendage made a “come here” motion, tickling Vision’s own tongue. This technique made the man eyes roll to the back of his head; the feeling of saliva mixing with their hot, wet lips consuming the lava-hot lust and enchanting their lover with their own; one made from deep within them, crafted from passion, heart, mind, body, and soul.
S-so…Oh, Wanda, Yes! Please!
Please what?, Wanda smirked. This woman, crazy woman, reeled him in—hook, line, and sinker.
T-touch my phallus, my darling. Please. I-i want you, your touch, your love, trust. Please. I’ll give you my devotion and soul twice—triple times over, just please—
“Holy!” Vision gasped out loud, his left hand outstretched to hold the top of the couch and his right holding the armrest. Legs spread wide, his cape now disappeared away, brown belt Tony had loaned him tossed to the side—though now that he was thinking, he realized that he should’ve taken better care of it; it was a gift, after all.
“Wanda, the belt—I need to—ah!”
Wanda’s hand was holding his dick tight in his grasp, moving with small movements up and down his shaft to see the small reactions in his face. Vision’s toes curled in his shoes, which he also tried to take off with respect as they were gifts from Captain Rogers.
“Wanda—wait—please, gifts, respect, please wait a few moments—.”
”Shh, it can wait. Don’t you want my hand to move?” As she spoke, a nail pushed lightly into the warm flesh of Vision’s throbbing member. A smile pursed her lips as Wanda stretched her body over Vision’s shirt—her free hand raking up his vibranium pecks before dancing up his throat to capture his cheeks between her thumb and index finger. A bit firm, but loving to the touch that made Vision sigh.
”Well, don’t you?” The woman pouted as she wagged her hips.
”Y-yes, darling, b-but please, the—actually, the whole outfit, please, with your magic?” Vision looked with some kind of mercy to her.
“We can always fix them if they get ruined.”, she reasoned.
”Please, Wanda darling.” He repeated. “To avoid the potential danger of ripping.”
He received it, with an accompanying eye-roll of his dramatizing face.
“Oh okay, for you, silly man. No need to get all worried.” She bent down and kissed his nose.
Pulling back with her hand away from Vision’s face—and with a flick of the witch’s fingers—both of their outfits were off his body with no harm, folded nicely below them with the shoes and socks neatly on the side of the stack of pants and long-sleeve, the belt curled upon it like a cat in bed. Next to it, was Wanda’s long ACDC shirt and shorts in a smaller, yet equally neat stack. She stared down to examine their placement.
”It was so nice of Steve and Tony to give your some clothes. Is that why you wanted it all off? To not disrespect them?”
”Yes, and to not slow down our love-making.”, Vision agreed with a nod, and a small blush against his red skin.
”Smart, smart baby.” Hungry eyes stared down at Vision’s naked body, a growling in her lust-ridden red eyes. “Handsome baby.”
Now, Vision was like she first saw when he emerged from the cradle; a Greek god of beauty. His abs hard and toned with each one a crafted piece of art. Arms toned and muscular of peak men from history. Strong hands that held the couch in pained pleasure. And above all that, was his cultivated Aphrodite; plush fat that covered her body, nipples perky and pointed, breasts perfect sized for loving.
”I-i’ve never seen these before.” Vision moved his hands upwards, nervous to touch but also curious of the feeling. “I…no, I mustn’t.”
“You want to touch them?”, Wanda asked. Her hands went up to her chest and grabbed them, the fat slightly going past the space in her open fingers. “Go on, don’t be afraid, baby.”
”How am I an infant when you have said I am a man?”
Ah, taking things literal was such a flaw of his. And one of his strengths, in his opinion.
Vision reveled in it, and Wanda…well, depends on the day.
This was not the day.
“You know I can just get off and leave you, right?” She huffed, her cheeks puffed like a chipmunk.
“Oh, I don’t think you will.”, Vision sneered with a raised brow.
“Oh yeah?”, she replied. “How?”
With no words, Vision took both his hands and slapped down on both asscheeks of Wanda’s, a loud smack echoing in the room. His palms were firmly pressed into the creamy soft skin, just as his red fingers dug deep into the fat of her ass. Moving her cheeks up and down, Vision felt the shiver of Wanda’s body above him, and as he rhythmically bounced her ass up and down slowly, her body lowered itself to his bare chest. Now her breasts were up against his chest, and Vision realized something in that moment.
They were naked.
Truly, truly naked.
Mind, body, and soul.
“N-now you can’t leave.” He spoke softly.
”Heh. I see. Clever man, you are—Vision?”
Vision was taken from his dreams by her voice of question. “Have I done something wrong?”
”Very.”
”O-oh! What?”
A hand cane up and wiped his eye, revealing a clear tear. Now, Vision came up to feel his face, and felt water. Warm water, but just enough cool to it. He pulled his hand to his face, and analyzed what he was seeing.
Lacrimal fluid.
Tears.
He was crying.
”You’ve kept another secret from me.” Wanda purred, pulling the wet hand to below her body. It went slower, and slower, and until it reached her abdomen.
”Just when I’m hot down there.”
Vision didn’t respond, still trying to reason how he was even able to cry.
”Vision? Are you okay?”
”I..i apologize, I’m…just confused. How can I cry? I have no real eyes to produce such a fluid. Is this a rapid evolution on my part?”
Wanda stopped now, and pulled his hand back, putting on her face and sitting up straight. Her face now a bit worried.
”Is it a bad thing?”
”N-no, I feel fine. I will have to run some tests, however.”
”What made you want to cry?”
”I was..thinking about us.” He admitted. “About how we were finally naked in all forms. And I just…I never thought we would…so it must’ve triggered the sense for crying.”
A happy look came to Wanda’s face, but she smiled and kissed the palm on her facial cheek.
”It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.”
”W-well of course it’s okay. I would tell you if my systems were—.”
”No, Vision. It’s okay to…cry, in general. Like, y’know. I don’t judge when you do. It’s a natural thing.”
”From an unnatural man.”, he teased.
”Stop that. You are natural. Naturally kind, smart, funny, and loving. And human.”
Wanda sighed and bent down, kissing Vision gently. As she did, Vision sighed as well, cupping her face.
I do have to test this. This is need, and must be notes to Dr. Banner and Mr. Stark.
Yes yes, but not now, baby. We’re trying to make love.
I know I know, I’m just thinking internally.
Nooo, really?
A chuckle escaped Vision, whose shut eyes squinted.
I want you to come with me when I test it. I want you to be there.
Vision, I would be there even if you forbade me too.
The synthezoid opened his eyes and pulled back. Looking up at the beautiful woman who now opened her own dual jade stones and peered down confused, he smiled with shock but relief.
”You would?”
“In a heartbeat.” She took his hands and cupped her face.
”In the five months we’ve been together Vision, it has brought me indescribable joy, love, and life. And all because of you. Without you in my life, I would’ve never found my potential to see myself as other than a monster, something inhuman. And you changed that, you genius, handsome man. Your kindness changed me, thawed my frozen out in your warm hands, and…I love you so much, I let you keep it.”
”And my heart to you, Wanda.”, Vision replied lovingly. “From the day I met you, I knew you were perfect. A beautiful pearl that had no reason to be mine, and yet I have her in my hands, speaking of her adoration to me. My dear, you are galaxy I wish to explore, and I promise, that no matter the danger, the cost, the agony, the—well, anything anyone dare threaten me, there I stand to aid you. No matter where, no matter the time, no matter the weather, no matter the reason, I will always protect you, no matter—.”
”WHAT IN GOD’S GREEN EARTH IS GOING ON HERE?!”
At once, Vision launched upwards and phased his natural suit on with his cape attached—now a bit longer. In a split moment, he swaddled Wanda within his grasp to cover her at once, his head behind hears with her cocoon body on his lap.
Both of them snapped their heads to look to where the voice had come from, and they both froze.
There, was the man who had boomed his voice. He was closer now, right by the couch just a few feet away. His nose flared angrily, arms crossed with his blue button-up rolled up his arms. His hair perfect combed back, but couldn’t stop Vision’s fear from those narrowed eyes full of the fires of deep and passionate rage.
“C-captain Rogers!”, Vision spoke. “This is a very bad time.”
”Steve!” Wanda hissed. “Get out!”
“Both of you! Get off one another!”, Steve snapped back, his eyes nearly popping out from their place.
”I’m afraid I cannot do that, sir.” The synthezoid replied. “Wanda is..uhm..lacking the garments one should have.”
”I-I am at a lost for words! I don’t even—how do I—how long has this been going on between you two?!”
”Five months.” Vision said.
“A year.” Wanda said at the same time.
The couple looked at one another with crazed look.
Vision! Lie!
Wanda! No!
”Jesus Christ! This is what I get for allowing you too to be alone on that stakeout in Morocco! Holy Jesus!” Steve turned around with his hands in the air, before turning back in a quick movement. “Wanda, how could you be so irresponsible?”
”What?” Wanda gasped in shock from the accusation.
Vision spoke up at once. “Captain, we both willingly and consensually wanted to engage in intercourse. Do not—.”
”I don’t want to hear another word out of you, Vision! Wanda—!”
As Steve berated Wanda, she berated back, Vision picked up on small steps coming forward. The sound of clicks on the cool pavement floor.
Oh no, not—
“Steve, calm the hell down.” The voice of Natasha rang out. “It doesn’t take long to turn off the T.V—OH MY GOD!”
That’s when it hit Vision; they never turned off the T.V blasting. And no one knew they were here.
”Natasha! Go wait!” Wanda and Steve yelled before going back to their debate.
Dear God, please let this end., Vision thought with a golden blush bleeding all over his body. Whatever deity is above me, please let this—
“What’s all the yelling? Steve finally lost the gas out his tank?” A familiar voice of a cocky man echoed.
No. No. Nononononononono—
“I mean can’t a billionaire have peace and quiet in his…own..home..ome…oh…”
Tony was in the room with a feeble looking Vision and Wanda, both now being stared at naked and caught red-handed in the act by their given parties.
”Huh.” Was all Tony gave. “This is..surprising.”
”Huh? HUH?! The kid is having—oh God, I can’t even say it.”
”Sex, Steve. Sex.” Natasha finished. “Vision and Wanda were having sex.”
”We were actually—.” Vision began before Wanda interrupted him.
”Yeah, so?! Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do?””
”YOU SHOULDN’T BE!“, Steve shouted. “Without protection, alone, and on the couch we all sit on?! This is—“ He looked over to Wanda. “I—Ohhhh My God.”
The couple looked at one another and gave a worried look.
This was going to be one hell of a conversation.
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An hour later, the couple sat next to one another, now re-clothed and looking down, as Steve was scolding both of them.
”Jesus christ! If I hadn’t wanted to turn of the T.V, you would’ve done God knows what else!”
“Yeah..” Wanda sighed whimsically and silently, letting Vision smirk in a small bit of pride.
”Wanda, I am very disappointed in you. You could’ve gotten pregnant!”
”Uhm, Captain, if I ma—.”
”Vision, not now. Wand—.”
”Okay, Steve. Time out.” Natasha sat behind the super soldier on the island in the kitchen. Her hands held up in the “time out” position. Steve looked around, just as Wanda popped her head on Vision’s shoulder.
It’s alright, my love.
I’m sorry for having you get yelled at.
Darling, that is the one thing I’m not being done at. And it makes me worried that the Captain sees you as…something incorrect.
“What, Natasha?” he asked.
“I know you’re whole mindset is ‘20s, and the idea of two people even looking at each other is worthy of hell, but stop pinning this on Wanda.”
”W-what? I’m yelling at both of them! Both are responsible!”
”Then why is it only Wanda?” The Russian woman looked to the synthezoid. “Vision. Has Steve throughly scolded you.”
”In terms of blame and taking responsibility, no ma’am, Captain Rogers has excluded me from such.”, He responded respectfully.
”See? I’d suggest you stop blaming the woman and put half the blame on the man.” She looked over to Steve with narrowed eyes, so sharp to cut right through the very soul of a person.
”Fine.” The super soldier looked back to Vision and sighed.
“Vision.”
”Yes, sir.”
”I am dissatisfied with the fact you, of all people, would endanger Wanda like that.”
”I apologize, sir.” Vision bowed his head.
”Not only that, but the public—.”
”HEY HEY HEY!”
The offended voice of Tony rushed in, keys in hand and looking rather casual. He covered the sides of Vision’s head—where his ears should be—and gave a look of audacity.
“Don’t even with that shit, Tinkerbell!” He said quickly. “Come on, robo-son. We have a car-ride waiting anyway.”
With that, Tony started to walk away towards the exit. Vision was unsure of what to do, and looked to Wanda with a confused look.
”Tony”, Steve spoke up with a tired sigh. “we’re in a middle of a—“
”Oh I know! And I don’t care. Vision, now.”
Well, go with him, Vis., Wanda said through their mind link.
But I want to stay here. I don’t want you blamed for all of it.
”Vision!” The black-haired man called. “Don’t make me get my tracker!”
”You’d better go, love.” Wanda said. She risked it and pecked his cheek, knowingly making Steve angrier.
”C-coming, Mr. Stark!” Vision floated up and to the billionaire, with one faithful look back to Wanda.
“Come on Wanda.”, Natasha said. “Let’s go somewhere else more private.”
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“Wanda..look a—.”
”I’m not sorry!”
Wanda snapped at Natasha, who was taken aback. By now, Steven had ran out all his rage—which led to him finding Sam and telling him what happened.
And eventually to him now trying to calm down Steve outside the room.
The run did not help.
”Hey now, Wanda. I’m not gonna yell at you.” Natasha said with her hands up, a smirk on her face. “Unlike “Just Say No” over there.”
”Heh…yeah.”
Silence.
Wanda felt emotions; anger, fear, embarrassment, but pride. A strange sense of pride, but not unwelcome in her heart. As the witch stared to Natasha’s eyes, she saw an understanding friend. A kind friend. Wanda never had many of those.
”Wanda…I know what Steve said as way off. But, I want to let you know that there is nothing wrong with sex.”
“I know.”
”But…we—“ Natasha sat down next to Wanda now, her hand on hers. “—love you, and we know Vision wouldn’t hurt you—.”
”But he’s a man, and I need to be careful, Nat I get it.” Wanda got up and stared to pace around her room. “You know as well as I do I can take care of myself. All of this is for Steve’s sake.”
”I will talk to Steve. He shouldn’t have been blaming you.” Natasha cooed.
”Didn’t even do nothing…” Wanda said quietly to herself.
”Well I’m done here then, I guess.” Natasha spoke while putting a hand on Wanda’s shoulder. “Ms. Maxi-wise has got all the knowledge in the world.”
A soft hand rubbed the witch’s hair. “Do one favor, Wanda?”
”What?”
”Please don’t do it on the couch. We sit there.”
Wanda gave a laugh and nodded. “I will I will.”
”Good. Don’t need a little Wanda running around. You’re already a handful.” A rough callused hand came to rustle Wanda’s crazy hair. The witch shook herself away and used her magic to straight the curls back to order.
”Could I ask you something, Nat?” Wanda asked. “Nothing big just a question.”
”Sure. Shoot.” Natasha replied, gesturing for the woman to continue.
”Well…it’s Vision’s first time, and I wanna make him…comfortable. So is there any way I can soothe his nerves? He’s a-a..a jitterbug, y’know?”
”Well…just sweet talk him. Pet names.”, Natasha said. “Pet names keep a person all sweet inside, and makes them feel comfortable.”
”Yeah yeah…” Wanda nodded. “I just…I really like him, Natasha.” Her face flushed as she said this, heart quickened in beats. “He makes me happy. And I don’t want to overwhelm him. I think I did earlier…”
”Let him set the pace, babe.” Natasha smiled. “Whatever speed he goes, just go with it. He’s new, so you have nothing to worry about.”
”Y-yeah, you’re right. I can go with him. I mean, what’s the worse that can happen?”
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“So…sex. You like it?”
The car ride was silent until that point—ten minutes in.
“Ah…” Vision opened his mouth to nothing, just his words leaving him to the empty air.
“Ah, save it. I get it.” Tony said with a smirk as they drove down the path. Vision was unsure of where they were; somewhere on the Avenger’s property, but almost to where the entrance to the street of the city.
”Beautiful woman, makes you feel things.” He gave a sly look to the vibranium man. “Human things, yknow?”
”Y-yes, sir.”
”Vision vision. Relax.” Tony chuckled before placing a hand on Vision’s shoulder. He bent his head down, showing his eyes look up from behind his black shades. The cool tone of his outfit gave way to a comfortable yet classy feel, even as they were in the gray Tesla. “I’m not gonna shout at you. You two were fine. ‘Course I’ll have to move the couch to your room and get a new one, but as long as you can’t make the ol’ baby juice, lock the door, stomp the floor, and bang until you can’t no more.”
Vision was stunned by the schpeal. But as he thought more, it makes sense at why Tony wasn’t being so serious about the whole thing. This was a playboy millionaire who had many women in his past, so the idea of his “son” having one wouldn’t be so surprising.
Perhaps it was Vision’s expect reaction that was the surprise.
”Listen, Vision. I know I’m not “dad” material, but you aren’t good with women. So! I have taken the duty to show you how to have a nice time.”
”O-oh no, sir! It’s quite fine—“ Vision started to protest, before the hand on his shoulder gripped. It didn’t hurt, but it was enough to give him pause.
”A woman is a fiery creature. And I assume, that Wanda is a fiery one, yeah?”
The synthezoid nodded.
”Wonderful! Fiery women are my specialty. I’m helping you out. Don’t you want to make Wanda feel special? Make her feel special the right way.”
Vision took a pause. Tony…actually was making sense. It would be smart to listen to a man who has not only been with women, but women like Wanda to impress her.
”Okay, sir. What shall I do?”, he said with a smile.
”First, we gotta do as such…”