Who: Vision, open to Wanda. When: 11/23/15 Where: New York Home What: Vision's being a big softie despite being a bamf synthezoid over cats. Rating: PG
It was really hard to say what made Vision move when Wanda moved, but he did, leg phasing then becoming solid above the blankets to block her knee as she turned over. He was still powering up from his 'sleep' status when he realized what had occurred, looking where Wanda's knee was now resting atop his and right next to his half-phased leg was a bundle of fur.
Vision flopped his head back on the pillow. He didn't sigh. If breathing was a necessity in that way, he would have though. Then he moved carefully to lay Wanda's knee down to the mattress so he could sit up and give the mother cat an admonishing look. She looked back, paws kneading and purring contentedly with three much smaller kittens nursing at her belly.
"I told you to stop bringing them onto the bed. There is a nice box in the corner for them with a blanket." He whispered and pointed, knowing she wouldn't listen. She just squeezed her eyes to slits with happiness, still purring.
Useless, he decided. She was stealthy about sneaking the kittens onto their bed, but so far Wanda and he hadn't rolled onto any of them. Mostly because Vision didn't roll and she mostly liked to situate her brood by his legs. This time she'd put them between the couple. He must have simply realized it while in his shut down mode, because he was still on alert even when sleeping--just wouldn't wake unless there was some sound or other sense to give him cause.
"Mamma-brat," he chided, reaching down to rub at her chin. He knew he shouldn't, since it would only encouraged her coming to sleep in their bed, but there didn't seem any helping that. Besides, he was quite attached to the tiny tortie.
She enjoyed the petting for a short time, then she quickly got up, detaching from her kittens (they immediately started to mew pitifully), and ran out the cracked door (the door had to stay cracked so she could come and go to the litter box and they didn't want to feed her in here). Vision looked after her, then down to the kittens scrabbling about on the cover and continuing to meow. (Again, he would have sighed, were that a thing for synthezoids to do). Instead he scooped all three of them up carefully and leaned back so they could rest on his chest. That was by far the warmest part of him aside from his head, due to all the components that were constantly at work there.
It was close enough to dawn anyhow. He could stay active and just rest here, watching the kittens settle down to sleep. They were only 17 days old, and still slept a great deal, just barely starting to play. It wasn't like he would get attached to them, after all... At least not all of them... Maybe the almost black one with just a few flashes of tortie in its fur... Maybe.