An Extranormal Liason

[NanLia]

Wanda was quite surprised Vision was even considering the option, she had thought truly he would simply dismiss the idea with some sort of reason not to. Of course she knew well enough his reasoning would be concrete; he could calculate the odds of every action almost instantaneously. It made her wonder at why he would consider this request, could it be possible he had more human emotions and thoughts than he let on? She was sensitive to emotions emitted by those around her, she did not need to think or try to understand how someone felt, she knew it; she felt it herself. Every so often she would glimmer something of Vision, but it was rare that it amounted to anything. At least not since he'd caught up with her in Sokovia.

She considered his question for a short period before answering. "I could volunteer." She slowly settled her porcelain mug of coffee on the table, resting her hands in her lap. Controlled and patient. She would not allow herself to become over excited about the prospect of actually doing something productive. There was always the option Vision would turn down her suggestion, her request for mental stimulation, and she did not was to exhibit any features of disappointment. "The local hospital is always in need of assistance." She wanted to add more, but he knew well enough her abilities could lend a vital hand in resolving any medical drama's that may occur.

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[Doomshroud]

It was as Vision feared. Admirable as her desire was to be of help to those in certain need, therein lay a number of potential complications that the android had calculated within moments of her answering his question. No doubt the seeming social necessity of prompt and weighed responses had accelerated the rate of which he formed these little 'equations'. These scenarios in particular, however, had been brewing (or rather, computing) since she'd confirmed her growing steadily growing weariness with the 'routine' they'd adopted since lying low in London.

He didn't doubt for even a moment that she could be of assistance to the local hospital. It was more of the how she could be of assistance, that concerned him. Her powers, of course, could prove very beneficial. At the same time, they ran the risk of compromising her identity. Only so many medical miracles could occur before someone brought skepticism to the table. And of course, volunteering as well was out of the question.

--or was it? It would enable him to keep a watchful eye, after all, to make sure complications don't arise. His immense pool of knowledge could easily contribute to such an occupation. And he was sure Wanda wouldn't mind his company there.

Still.

He was spared answering immediately as a plump barista came by their table offering a refill on their drinks. Vision declined with a courteous smile, and began to fish pounds out of his pocket to offer to the kind woman for their coffee. Draining the last of his mug, the android looked over at Wanda.

"Ready to head over to the museum?"

 

[NanLia]

Wanda had found herself waiting for an answer, despite reminding herself to keep her expectations low. Instead the barista had arrived to offer another serving. She had declined politely, but it wouldn't have mattered since the server seemed only to have eyes for Vision, or the man Wanda had created of him. She found herself oddly annoyed with the whole interaction, and had to pause to make her self understand why.

Why should she care if other woman thought he was attractive? If they flirted with him? She should take it as a compliment to her skill. After all the image they saw was what she projected, what she believed he would look if he were human. But why did it annoy her so? It wasn't as though Vision would firstly notice the flirtation, or secondly reciprocate it.

She was pulled from her thoughts of jealousy with his question. Blue eyes turning up to his, a slight smile played across her lips and she nodded. "Yes, of course." She collected the mug of black coffee to finish it's contents before returning it to the barista as she made her way from the table to serve other patrons. Wanda stood from the table, hands idly brushing out any wrinkles her pants would have acquired from sitting as long as they had. She collected her small hand bag and tucked it under her arm before stepping away from the table and towards the door to the café and the busy street outside.

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