It’s okay, I am willing to dig myself deeper into the trash heap XD
“You don’t need to protect me.”
It’s softly spoken, a request, but he flinches as if it were canon fire come to rip his world apart; and, in a way, it is.
Wanda stares at him, eyes soft but jaw set stubbornly, red glittering around her fingers as she prepares to dart back out of the door, back into the fight.
The Avengers are outnumbered - as they often are - and outgunned - a rarer occurrence, but nothing they couldn’t deal with - and he’s been her shadow since the battle started, phasing through enemies and ripping them apart before they could even approach her.
She’d held her own on the ground, but it was obvious she wasn’t meeting as many enemies as the other Avengers were; they were all practically swarmed, while she took out three or four at a time, no more than that around her when Vision was at work.
It was selfish of him, foolish, but he couldn’t stop; the thought of her getting hurt, of her with blood running red on her hands instead of her power, was enough to bring a ringing to his ears and a pounding to his heart.
He couldn’t lose her; the last few months of becoming one of the Avengers would not have been possible without her kind smile and encouraging presence.
She could handle herself, he knew that, but even the possibility of something going wrong-
The crimson light faded as her hand rested against his cheek, pulling his distant gaze back to hers. She could read his thoughts; as she’d said long ago, she could see what he truly feared.
The smile that lifted her lips was warm, solemn but hopeful.
“I’ll be all right, Vizh,” she assured him quietly, and he rested their foreheads together, trying to convince himself of the fact. “I’ll be fine.”
He could almost believe it; somewhere deep down, he knew it was a fact not easily contradicted, but still…
“I suppose that is just another human thing I’ll have to live with,” he acknowledged, and it felt like something was squeezing his heart.
Her smile widened. “Yeah, but worry helps; just so long as it doesn’t turn to paranoia. I don’t need that in my life.”
He started, a bit surprised at the joke, and then she was pulling away, scarlet wreathing around her once again.
“You first?” she offered, nodding toward the door.
The villains of this story didn’t stand a chance.