"Of course."
                              
*
                              
Steam rose from the pot sitting on the hot stove of the kitchen in the Avengers tower, the light grey wisps drifted into the air as The Vision stirred the red, bubbling mixture he had created in the metal container. 
                              
The light tune of Chet Baker's 'I Fall In Love Too Easily' was left playing in the background, ironically; Vision was starting to evolve in a way no one suspected to be possible. It was the slightest moments that had made him wonder if he had feelings for a certain psionically enhanced woman...
                              
He noticed how distraught she was after the whole incident in Nigeria, she wasn't telling anyone except Pietro, but he knew she needed a cheering up.
                              
"A pinch of paprika," The Android read the paper, the small text printed on it detailed a recipe, "A pinch."
                              
Wanda Maximoff strolled into the kitchen, hands dove into her pockets, the familiar spicy smell of food her mother used to make filled her nose, "Is that Paprikash?"
                              
"I thought it might...lift your spirits," Vision explained, looking up to see her with a smile on her face as she walked to where he was, behind the counter.
                              
She chuckled lightly, she stirred the ingredients in the pan before lifting the plastic spoon to her lips to taste the red saucy mixture, it tasted odd. 
                              
She was sure that whatever he'd done was incorrect but the look in his eyes when he spared her a glance made her want to spare his feelings - "Spirits lifted."
                              
She stopped herself from laughing. 
                              
"In my defence," Vision looked to her eyes, embarrassed at his failed attempt, "I haven't actually ever...eaten anything before, so..."
                              
"May I?" Wanda asked. It had been a while since she'd cooked anything Sokovian in the kitchen. 
                              
"Please," Vision took a step back, watching as she looked to the recipe and back at the pot, fixing his mistakes. "Wanda?"
                              
"Hmm."
                              
"No one dislikes you, Wanda," Vision said, he knew what he was trying to say, but she didn't. He lacked experience in human interactions. He sat on the other side of the table, on one of the cream-coloured high chairs. 
                              
"Thanks," Wanda frowned in confusion, she screwed the lid back onto the herbs container she was holding. 
                              
"Oh, you're welcome," He pointed to his head, "No, it's an involuntary response in their amygdala, they can't help but be afraid of you."
                              
She sincerely doubted that, the people had a right to be scared, they had watched as she brutally killed Natasha Romanoff and continued to create chaos...however, she still didn't think it gave them the whole perspective of who she was.
                              
"Are you?" Wanda asked, waiting for a response, she was scared to be disappointed with an answer of 'yes.'
                              
"My amygdala is synthetic, so..." 
                              
Wanda let out a laugh, he joined in himself when he saw her beautiful smile. There was silence, Wanda took a moment to collect her thoughts before opening up, "I used to think of myself one way, but after this..."