all I have are these arms to enfold you, and a love time can never destroy.
Wanda awoke to the patter of rain against glass. It was the kind of waking that only came after the perfect night’s sleep, where her body and mind were equally rested and restored. It was a rare feeling, a feeling she had come to associate with the time spent with Vision. This peace had scared her at first. There was a wrongness, a wariness to feelings of contentment after so many years of hurting. But in the last two years she had learnt to let go and welcome the comfort and safety Vision brought to her life.
Aside from the rain and the grey light of their second overcast morning in Paris, she had been roused by the soft closing of the front door. Wanda vaguely recalled Vision slipping out earlier, her body registering the absence of his warmth at her side. But he had pressed a reassuring kiss to her cheek and so she had returned happily to her slumber.
Now Wanda opened her eyes to the sight of Vision shaking off his human glamour as he slung his coat over an armchair.
“Morning,” she called, stretching luxuriously in the sheets. She didn’t know what time it was, and she didn’t really care. She’d avoid the passing as time as long as she could around Vision.
“Good morning my darling,” he said, his smile almost as sweet as the scent of pastries on the air.
“Do I smell croissants?” Wanda asked, reluctantly pulling herself out of bed and making her way over to Vision.
“You do indeed,” he said revealing a box with the stamped logo of her favourite patisserie.
“You know me too well,” she sighed, sliding her arms over his shoulders and kissing him.
Vision smiled into her kiss even as she sneakily tried to reach for the box. His height meant he was easily able to hold it above her head, teasing out another kiss.
“C’mon, love,” he murmured, taking her hand and kissing it as he led her over towards the chaise longue that stretched before the French doors leading to their balcony. Raindrops were racing each other down the glass, creating the illusion that the blurry world outside was much further away than it really was. The escapism was bliss and Wanda relished in the gloomy weather.
Vision settled himself down on the chaise and put the croissants on the little coffee table, holding his arms open for Wanda to join. She climbed into his embrace and tugged the heavy throw hanging over the chair atop the both of them. Their bodies fit so perfectly together now that Wanda couldn’t say for sure whether it was a product of their closeness in the last two years or there was an element of destiny to it. Either way, their bodies were like puzzle pieces, fitting together seamlessly. She snuggled herself up in the blanket and sank into his warmth. Chest at Wanda’s back, Vision smiled and gently rested his chin atop her head, wrapping his arms around her.
Any of the morning chill she had felt disappeared, both from his physical presence and the peace of the moment they now shared. They enjoyed a comfortable silence as Wanda set about opening up the pastry box and tucking into the delicate treats. There was not always a need for words, she often found with Vision. It had taken a while, but she had come to realise he was equally as communicative vocally as he was physically. At present he had one arm resting atop her thigh under the blanket whilst the other held her hand that wasn’t occupied with the croissant, rubbing at her chilly fingers absentmindedly. She’d grown used to his need for constant contact when he was near her and longed for it when he wasn’t.
It had long surprised Wanda quite how carefully Vision listened to her, both in her body language and her words. This morning was the perfect example. Weeks and weeks ago Wanda had shared a fond memory of the compound with Vision, recalling how she missed the wide windows of her old room and how the rain had streamed down the glass during storms. She missed being able to watch the rain drops and spend the day in bed, cosy and out of the cold. It was a feeling she often missed now, being on the run and all. That he had taken something so small and created this moment for them… Wanda struggled to piece together coherent thoughts beyond the swelling of emotion in her chest.
She sighed in content and tilted her head up to see his face. “I long for nothing.”
“Nothing?” Vision asked, his gaze tracking rain drops on the glass.
“Nothing,” Wanda nodded.
“Please don’t tell me that I have peaked at croissants and hugs,” Vision said with a laugh.
“I’m being serious,” Wanda said, jabbing her elbow into his ribs jokingly.
“Alright, alright,” Vision said lowering his chin to her shoulder and slipping both arms around her waist so he could hug her tightly to him. “I’m quite capable of surpassing my own achievements, perhaps I could manage croissants, hugs and a kiss.”
Wanda smiled and tilted her head back in invitation.
“What more could I ever need?” It was a rhetorical question in answer to his tender kisses, so she was surprised when Vision answered.
“All I have are these arms to enfold you, and a love time can never destroy.”
Wanda looked up at him again, her eyes widening. He brushed a few kisses along her jaw, even as she tried not to let her mouth drop open in surprise. How was it he could pull out such beautiful lines? Admittedly, it was not the first time his words had left her wobbly at the knees with her heart a mess.
“I admit,” Vision said clearing his throat when he saw her awestruck face. “I heard that from the song they were playing at the bakery…”
Wanda laughed and returned to her croissant. “I don’t mind if you plagiarise, as long as I’m the only one you’re saying such things to.”
“Only for you,” Vision assured her, and Wanda hummed happily.