Wanda tucked her head in against Vision's shoulder, kissing the juncture between it and his neck. "I didn't think you'd ever want to be close to me like this again." She admitted, arms wrapping around him to hold him close.
He... he shouldn’t want anything to do with her. He knew this. He should be angry and... at least hold a grudge. Why was this so hard? He... shouldn’t be smiling as he gently held her waist. “I suppose... affection does odd things. I cannot stay mad at you, Wanda.”










