Vision stood back as he opened the crate, allowing Wanda plenty of space to leave the cage.
He had read that cats could be very skittish in new environments, and that the best thing to do was give them space and quiet to explore on their own time. And while the compound wasn’t exactly a “new” environment for Wanda, it would certainly look and feel different from such a small height.
“Here we are,” he said gently. “Home.”
After a few long seconds with no response from the little cat, he added, “it is safe to come out.”
It was another moment before Wanda crept out of the crate, her belly low to the ground and her ears pinned back as she looked around.
“We are back at the compound,” he informed her, trying to ease her tension. “It is only the two of us for the time being.”
She sniffed the air for a second, her ears flicking, and then turned around and meowed up at him.
“It’s all right,” he soothed. “I realize this is likely a very strange perspective for you, to be so small, but it should not take you too long to get accustomed to it.”
Wanda slunk over to his side, crouching with her front paws on his shoe and her tail curled around her. She looked so small and pitiful, Vision bent to pick her up.
She went rigid when her feet left the ground – he had almost forgotten that she was not fond of heights after the Ultron incident – and Vision shifted to better support her with his hands as he turned to leave the room.
“Come,” he murmured, tucking her up against his heart. “Let’s try somewhere more familiar.”
She began purring in distress as he walked through the facility, tucking herself into the crook of his neck and grounding herself to his sweater with her claws. Vision gently stroked a hand down her back, murmuring to her soothingly.
The synthetic man couldn’t help but wonder if she was still suffering the after affects of whatever drugs she had been dosed with at the Raft, and if that was causing her current confusion. If that was the case, then he could expect her discomfort to lessen considerably as they wore off. In the meantime, he would do his best to soothe her.
He opened the door to her room, crossing to her bed as he gently unhooked her claws from his sweater. She made a soft sound in protest as he drew her away from the safety of his shoulder, and Vision murmured “it’s all right,” as he settled her on the pillow.
She looked around for a second, her ears twitching as she took in her surroundings. The tension slowly started to leave her, however, as she recognized the room.
Vision settled himself at the foot of her bed, watching Wanda pace the length of the mattress, sniffing at the covers. He could not help the corners of his mouth pulling up as she kneaded at the quilt for a moment, her little claws lifting the material before she retracted them and let it drop again.
“You seem to be much more relaxed in here,” he observed softly. She trilled out a tiny sound in reply, and he smiled.
Vision watched as she paced to the edge of the bed and stepped up onto the dresser.
Wanda wove cautiously between the few assorted items that she kept there, pausing to sniff at a doll she had gotten as a present from Clint’s children and paw at a tassel hanging from a Chinese lantern that Natasha had given her.
“Be careful,” he cautioned gently as she stepped a little too close to the edge and wobbled a bit before righting herself. She purred a small sound in acknowledgement, doubling back to leap clumsily onto the bed.
Yes, she still appeared to be at least partially drugged. He would have to watch over her closely until it had worn out of her system. In the meantime, it had been a number of hours since he’d picked her up from the Raft, and he suspected that she might be hungry. He didn’t dare leave her on her own just yet, so he would have to bring her to the kitchen with him, but after that they could spend the afternoon in her room until she was feeling more like herself.
Vision glided to his feet, hovering over to the head of the bed where the little cat was pouncing on wrinkles in the pillowcase.
“Come, Wanda,” he said gently, catching her up in his hold. “Let us find you something to eat.”
The look she gave him was nothing short of skeptical, and Vision could not help his smile.
“Do not worry, there is canned tuna in the cabinet. Even I cannot prepare that incorrectly.”
FILL: Shifted (13/?)
He had read that cats could be very skittish in new environments, and that the best thing to do was give them space and quiet to explore on their own time. And while the compound wasn’t exactly a “new” environment for Wanda, it would certainly look and feel different from such a small height.
“Here we are,” he said gently. “Home.”
After a few long seconds with no response from the little cat, he added, “it is safe to come out.”
It was another moment before Wanda crept out of the crate, her belly low to the ground and her ears pinned back as she looked around.
“We are back at the compound,” he informed her, trying to ease her tension. “It is only the two of us for the time being.”
She sniffed the air for a second, her ears flicking, and then turned around and meowed up at him.
“It’s all right,” he soothed. “I realize this is likely a very strange perspective for you, to be so small, but it should not take you too long to get accustomed to it.”
Wanda slunk over to his side, crouching with her front paws on his shoe and her tail curled around her. She looked so small and pitiful, Vision bent to pick her up.
She went rigid when her feet left the ground – he had almost forgotten that she was not fond of heights after the Ultron incident – and Vision shifted to better support her with his hands as he turned to leave the room.
“Come,” he murmured, tucking her up against his heart. “Let’s try somewhere more familiar.”
She began purring in distress as he walked through the facility, tucking herself into the crook of his neck and grounding herself to his sweater with her claws. Vision gently stroked a hand down her back, murmuring to her soothingly.
The synthetic man couldn’t help but wonder if she was still suffering the after affects of whatever drugs she had been dosed with at the Raft, and if that was causing her current confusion. If that was the case, then he could expect her discomfort to lessen considerably as they wore off. In the meantime, he would do his best to soothe her.
He opened the door to her room, crossing to her bed as he gently unhooked her claws from his sweater. She made a soft sound in protest as he drew her away from the safety of his shoulder, and Vision murmured “it’s all right,” as he settled her on the pillow.
She looked around for a second, her ears twitching as she took in her surroundings. The tension slowly started to leave her, however, as she recognized the room.
Vision settled himself at the foot of her bed, watching Wanda pace the length of the mattress, sniffing at the covers. He could not help the corners of his mouth pulling up as she kneaded at the quilt for a moment, her little claws lifting the material before she retracted them and let it drop again.
“You seem to be much more relaxed in here,” he observed softly. She trilled out a tiny sound in reply, and he smiled.
Vision watched as she paced to the edge of the bed and stepped up onto the dresser.
Wanda wove cautiously between the few assorted items that she kept there, pausing to sniff at a doll she had gotten as a present from Clint’s children and paw at a tassel hanging from a Chinese lantern that Natasha had given her.
“Be careful,” he cautioned gently as she stepped a little too close to the edge and wobbled a bit before righting herself. She purred a small sound in acknowledgement, doubling back to leap clumsily onto the bed.
Yes, she still appeared to be at least partially drugged. He would have to watch over her closely until it had worn out of her system. In the meantime, it had been a number of hours since he’d picked her up from the Raft, and he suspected that she might be hungry. He didn’t dare leave her on her own just yet, so he would have to bring her to the kitchen with him, but after that they could spend the afternoon in her room until she was feeling more like herself.
Vision glided to his feet, hovering over to the head of the bed where the little cat was pouncing on wrinkles in the pillowcase.
“Come, Wanda,” he said gently, catching her up in his hold. “Let us find you something to eat.”
The look she gave him was nothing short of skeptical, and Vision could not help his smile.
“Do not worry, there is canned tuna in the cabinet. Even I cannot prepare that incorrectly.”