the only one for me is you
Wanda regretted the late night as soon as light began to creep in through her windows. On second thoughts, she probably regretted not putting the blinds down more. With a huff and not bothering to peel her eyes open, she raised her hand and focused on the blinds, envisioning them sliding down and let her magic do the rest of the work. Regardless, the damage had been done, she was awake at dawn on a glorious Sunday morning that would have been perfect for a lie in.
Of course, the best thing that came with waking up this particular morning was the sleeping figure beside her. They’d fallen asleep facing each other but in the night Wanda’s usual tossing and turning had tangled the bed sheets up between their legs and had even sent one blanket banished to the floor in favour of Vision’s more reliable warmth. Sleep had been challenging for Wanda in her first few months at the compound but over the last two years she had grown used to the silence of the space she now called home. But she never slept quite as well as she did when Vision was beside her.
She blinked blearily at his sleeping form, his face coming into view a little clearer now that she was properly awake. He must have heard her shifting about beneath the covers as his eyes returned her gaze, their clear blue shifting a little as he came to terms with the new dimness of the room, the traitorous sun blocked by her bedroom’s blinds. Their sleeping arrangement had become less and less separate since they started dating two months earlier. But even before that Vision had spent a number of nights at Wanda’s side, often seeing her through nightmares or those restless nights when the shadows of her past grew too long in her mind. It was nice to not need a reason to have him at her side these days, he just was.
Vision smiled at her and shuffled closer to kiss her forehead. Wanda slid her arms around him and tugged herself closer, sighing in contentment. They remained quiet, breathing each other in in the early morning quiet of the compound. Wanda wished they could have a few more weekends like this before getting back to work, it had become their only chance to be near each other recently, what with Steve convinced their newly romantic status would interfere in missions. And well, Wanda didn’t really disagree – Vision was a terrific distraction.
“I’m usually an early riser,” Wanda mumbled into his shoulder, “but you make it hard to leave bed.”
“And I don’t like this much sleep,” Vision said back trailing his fingers up and down her back absentmindedly, “but I always rest well next to you.”
Wanda laughed as Vision sat up suddenly, pressing a couple of kisses to her cheek and trying to pull her up with him. “Come on, darling, up and at ‘em.”
“5 more minutes,” Wanda groaned, turning over and pulling the pillow over her head.
“Nope, you promised we’d cook a big breakfast for everyone before the meeting this morning!”
Wanda sighed but managed to sit up, her hair falling about her face. “Fine, pull me up.”
In the kitchen Wanda waited on one of the stools next to the kitchen island as Vision set about making her a cup of coffee. When it was ready, he set the steaming mug in front of her along with the milk jug. Wanda added enough milk to make the coffee palatable, she still wasn’t quite sold on the bitter taste but had grown too accustomed the morning boost it gave her. She took a long sip and sighed blissfully.
“Alright, let’s get this show on the road,” Vision said putting his hands on his hips and surveying the empty workspace before them. Wanda hopped down from the stool and brought her coffee into the kitchen to join him.
“Eggs, bacon, onions, tomatoes—” Wanda continued listing off food as Vision turned to the refrigerator and gathered everything they needed. “Alright, English breakfast for like eight people should be easy enough, right?” She winced as Vision set out the 24 pack of eggs next to the stove and hoped that it would be enough, Steve and Bucky could easily mow through half a dozen each.
Wanda was careful to tie her hair back and pull her sleeves up. Well technically they weren’t really her sleeves, she was wearing Vision’s blue cable knit sweater he’d worn the night before and left in her room. Her arms were swimming in it and she had to roll the sleeves three times over just to have her hands free.
As Vision collected plates and cutlery to set their 12 seated table in the dining room Wanda set about preparing the breakfast, glad that her magic could supplement what would have been an hour-long activity. She was able to stir scrambled eggs with one hand whilst using the other to direct the empty eggshells into the bin or put more bread in the toaster.
When he was finished at the table Vision returned to her side and took up a spot at her elbow to slice onions and halve tomatoes to fry. They were a good team and worked in cohesion, barely having to prompt the other for something before it was already done. At one point Wanda even looked around for the salt only for Vision to already be holding it out to her. It had always been easy with him, and their connection was only growing stronger as time went by.
Wanda had switched the radio on, or the Bluetooth speaker they had on the counter that also connected to FM and AM frequencies, and had scrubbed through until she found a decent sounding radio station for a Sunday morning. After cycling through the Beatlesand an old Grass Rootssong the station came to The Turtles and Wanda couldn’t help but smile, it was impossible to not grin when ‘Happy Together’ was playing. She was sure the song would serve as a pleasant wake up call for the rest of the team as Vision went over to turn it up.
“I like this song,” he said as he did so, swaying back and forth in time with the rhythm.
Wanda smiled as he came back over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, coming to rest at her back standing just tall enough to rest his chin atop her head. They swayed back and forth to the music as Wanda stirred the eggs and waved a hand to magic the mountain of toast they needed to the table.
“Is there anything I can do, darling?” Vision asked and she couldn’t help but grin at the casual affection of the pet name.
“You’re perfect right where you are,” Wanda said tilting her head back to press a kiss to his cheek.
As she finished off the eggs and loaded them into a serving dish along with the fried tomatoes and onions the song started to pick up its happy beat once more, making it hard to not dance along. Vision was the first to cave to its catchy beat letting go of her and snapping his fingers and dancing in time with the music. Wanda dissolved into peals of laughter at his goofy moves but took the hand he offered, and they started to swing each other around the kitchen in an exaggerated version of what might have been a waltz.
“Me and you, and you and me,”
Vision spun Wanda around and dipped her graciously as the song rose to its chorus.
“No matter how they toss the dice, it had to be.”
They were so caught up in each other that they didn’t notice another pair had joined them in the kitchen. Sam had even ventured unnoticed to get himself a cup of coffee before ducking out of their way once more. He leant against the wall, nursing the drink to cure the early morning wakeup call the radio had been as it blasted throughout the compound. Evidently, Wanda and Vision hadn’t realised that all the speakers had been connected from the previous night so when one was turned on, the entire compound got to listen in to The Turtles. Beside him was Bucky Barnes his arms folded, and his brow furrowed in disbelief at the odd pair before him.
“Look at these two, its 8 am for Christ’s sake,” Sam murmured disapprovingly into his coffee. He sure hadn’t appreciated the impromptu alarm, but damn was it good to see Wanda smiling as she was.
Bucky opened his mouth to speak, paused and looked at Sam and then back at Wanda and Vision. “Are they dating?”
Sam nearly spat his coffee out. “I can’t believe you were a spy, you legitimately suck at reading people.”
“Not it’s a serious question, are they?” Bucky asked trailing after Sam who made to escape to the dining room as the radio launched into yet another chorus of me and yous.
By the time the rest of the team made it upstairs to the dining room Wanda was laughing so hard there were tears coming out of her eyes and both had entirely forgotten their pledge to make breakfast.