Return of the Longmire Fic Challenge
Title: His Wanton Soup
Rating: PG-13, at the most.
Word Count: 605
Summary: Another in the Longmire Fic Challenge thread. Cassie has the 'flu.
Disclaimers: The Young Avengers don’t belong to me. They belong to Marvel and Heinberg and other people; I’m just playing in their sandbox.
The Vision didn’t eat. He could, of course, modify his systems to get their energy from food and drink, but he didn’t really see the point. But he did have a sense of taste, and he rather enjoyed cooking.
So when Kate mentioned that Cassie had come down with a case of the ‘flu, the Vision cooked up a big pot of chicken noodle soup and took it over to her apartment.
He was attempting to balance the container while searching for his key, the door was yanked open, revealing the young woman in question. She didn’t look particularly ill, although there was an unusual flush to her cheeks and a shiny look to her eyes.
“Vision!” she giggled, cuddling herself deeper into the over-sized men’s bathrobe she was wearing. “What a pleasant surprise! Come on in.”
“[I heard that you weren’t feeling well.]” The Vision replied awkwardly, shifting the pot in his arms a bit. “[I brought you soup.]”
Cassie grabbed his arm and tugged him inside. “That’s so sweet of you! Could you, uhh, put it in the kitchen for me? I’d love to try some, haven’t been much in the mood for cooking.”
The Vision heard the click of the deadbolt behind him, but didn’t think much of it as he made his way into the kitchen. He knew where all the dishes and utensils were anyway; he’d helped her set everything up when she had moved out on her own for the first time.
“[So, has there been any progress on finding a cure for that Majesdane virus?]” he asked as he heated some of the soup in the microwave.
“Not so much.” Cassie sighed. “We thought that we had something, but we were wrong.”
“[That must be disappointing.]” the Vision said, hearing Cassie enter the kitchen behind him.
“Yeah.” Cassie agreed. “And someone cracked one of the test tubes today.”
“[Oh dear. Was anyone infected?]” the Vision asked, testing the soup’s temperature. Finding it satisfactory, he removed it from the microwave a turned, only to spill it down his front, as Cassie was far closer than he had thought. Also, the bathrobe was gone and the Vision had brief impressions of “red” and “lace” before he forcibly locked his eyes onto Cassie’s face.
“Oops.” She breathed, crowding him back against the counter. A slow, predatory smile slid across her face. “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes.”
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“His wanton soup.” Cassie giggled against his chest as the Vision waited patiently for feeling to return to his extremities. Cassie seemed very pleased with herself. Which reminded him…
“[May I use your phone? I promise to be very quick.]” he added when she began to pout.
“Fine.” She said, reaching over to her nightstand and grabbing the cordless phone that lived there. “But it’s gonna cost you…”
The Vision was pretty sure that she couldn’t layer any more promise into those words with a spatula. Apparently, the noise he made was sufficient to convey his agreement to her terms, because she handed him the phone. He dialed quickly and the entirely-too-smug greeting on the other end confirmed his suspicious 120-percent.
“[Kate Bishop, you are a sneaky, underhanded-]”
“Kiss-kiss, Vision.” Kate replied. Cassie, who was close enough to hear the phone as well, seemed to find that to be an excellent suggestion.
“Time’s up.” She said, pulling the phone from his hand and hitting the end button before throwing it across the room and pinning him back down onto the bed. “I’m thinking that you owe me at least another three hours.”
The Vision let his hands do the talking.
The Majesdane Flu is the brainspawn of the lovely gaymuffin
Rating: PG-13, at the most.
Word Count: 605
Summary: Another in the Longmire Fic Challenge thread. Cassie has the 'flu.
Disclaimers: The Young Avengers don’t belong to me. They belong to Marvel and Heinberg and other people; I’m just playing in their sandbox.
The Vision didn’t eat. He could, of course, modify his systems to get their energy from food and drink, but he didn’t really see the point. But he did have a sense of taste, and he rather enjoyed cooking.
So when Kate mentioned that Cassie had come down with a case of the ‘flu, the Vision cooked up a big pot of chicken noodle soup and took it over to her apartment.
He was attempting to balance the container while searching for his key, the door was yanked open, revealing the young woman in question. She didn’t look particularly ill, although there was an unusual flush to her cheeks and a shiny look to her eyes.
“Vision!” she giggled, cuddling herself deeper into the over-sized men’s bathrobe she was wearing. “What a pleasant surprise! Come on in.”
“[I heard that you weren’t feeling well.]” The Vision replied awkwardly, shifting the pot in his arms a bit. “[I brought you soup.]”
Cassie grabbed his arm and tugged him inside. “That’s so sweet of you! Could you, uhh, put it in the kitchen for me? I’d love to try some, haven’t been much in the mood for cooking.”
The Vision heard the click of the deadbolt behind him, but didn’t think much of it as he made his way into the kitchen. He knew where all the dishes and utensils were anyway; he’d helped her set everything up when she had moved out on her own for the first time.
“[So, has there been any progress on finding a cure for that Majesdane virus?]” he asked as he heated some of the soup in the microwave.
“Not so much.” Cassie sighed. “We thought that we had something, but we were wrong.”
“[That must be disappointing.]” the Vision said, hearing Cassie enter the kitchen behind him.
“Yeah.” Cassie agreed. “And someone cracked one of the test tubes today.”
“[Oh dear. Was anyone infected?]” the Vision asked, testing the soup’s temperature. Finding it satisfactory, he removed it from the microwave a turned, only to spill it down his front, as Cassie was far closer than he had thought. Also, the bathrobe was gone and the Vision had brief impressions of “red” and “lace” before he forcibly locked his eyes onto Cassie’s face.
“Oops.” She breathed, crowding him back against the counter. A slow, predatory smile slid across her face. “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes.”
---
“His wanton soup.” Cassie giggled against his chest as the Vision waited patiently for feeling to return to his extremities. Cassie seemed very pleased with herself. Which reminded him…
“[May I use your phone? I promise to be very quick.]” he added when she began to pout.
“Fine.” She said, reaching over to her nightstand and grabbing the cordless phone that lived there. “But it’s gonna cost you…”
The Vision was pretty sure that she couldn’t layer any more promise into those words with a spatula. Apparently, the noise he made was sufficient to convey his agreement to her terms, because she handed him the phone. He dialed quickly and the entirely-too-smug greeting on the other end confirmed his suspicious 120-percent.
“[Kate Bishop, you are a sneaky, underhanded-]”
“Kiss-kiss, Vision.” Kate replied. Cassie, who was close enough to hear the phone as well, seemed to find that to be an excellent suggestion.
“Time’s up.” She said, pulling the phone from his hand and hitting the end button before throwing it across the room and pinning him back down onto the bed. “I’m thinking that you owe me at least another three hours.”
The Vision let his hands do the talking.
The Majesdane Flu is the brainspawn of the lovely gaymuffin