AN: This time we get to look at what both Maximoffs are up to! Thank you for all your support, for those that tried it and decided it wasn't for them, for those waiting for the end so they can binge it, and for those keeping up with each chapter. Thank you!


Clint had to admit that life was pretty great now that he had settled things with Pietro. Granted, the little shit was one of the biggest tricksters that Clint had ever met but that simply allowed Clint to bust out his own skills. Everything was perfect except for the strange, seemingly random moments of hearing loss. There was no pattern to when they happened, how long, or how severe they were. It was starting to get pretty annoying and Clint was pretty close to seeing a doctor.

For the moment though, he was more concentrated on Pietro's bored expression as they stood outside on the grass in front of the house.

"Why do I have to do this?" muttered Pietro with a roll of his eyes. "I have powers. It doesn't matter if I know hand-to-hand combat. Besides, I'd rather go back to playing Life with Cooper and Lila."

"Hey, if you really want to do that then fine but if you get just your natural body health up then you'll be able to put your powers to better use. Besides, what if your powers suddenly stop working or you come into contact with someone that has similar abilities to you? You're not going to be able to just run by them and knock them down."

"Alright, I got it old man!" Pietro growled out. "You can stop lecturing me now. Get on with it."

Clint snorted but slowly began to take the kid through several basic movements. When it came to looking over Pietro's fists he made a fake sobbing sound. "Oh. My. God. Have you never punched somebody?" gasped Clint as he looked at the outreached hand.

"Of course I've punched someone!" shouted out Pietro with an annoyed expression.

"And have you ever done it without seriously hurting yourself?"

"Well no…"

"Now you know the cause of my distress! This is pitiful! If you have your hand like this you would almost certainly break your wrist! And never hit with the smaller knuckles. They're way more fragile and can easily break. You always hit with the first two," Clint muttered as he adjusted Pietro's hand. "Okay, that's a bit better. Now hold that form and punch me."

"Wait, are you serious?"

"I can take a punch kid. Come on. Just aim and go," Clint replied as he held out his arms.

Pietro looked over the completely open torso, wary but finally trying to gage where to go. Hoping to impress Clint, he suddenly leapt forward in the anticipation of catching him off guard. However, before he even made contact Clint dropped his arms, moved around the punch, grabbed Pietro's arm, and rolled him over his back until Pietro landed hard on his own.

Letting out a gasp as the wind escaped him, Pietro had to take a moment to overcome the shock before anger came through. "What the hell was that for!?" He'd wanted to come off as enraged but had mostly proven how out of breath he was.

"That, young padawan, was your first lesson," Clint replied with a grin. He held out a hand but Pietro avoided it and clambered to his feet on his own. Shrugging, Clint continued. "You see, you think you can run right through somebody and then the fight is over. In hand to hand combat it is never that easy."

"Couldn't you have at least done it on a matt," groaned Pietro.

"Yes but then you would have expected it. Now, come on and punch me this time."

"You're just going to flip me again!"

"Not this time. Honest! I want to see the hardest punch you can throw without your speed. Just hit me."

This time obviously more cautious, Pietro tensed up the moment he threw the punch but it connected instead of him getting thrown through the air. Still, even though he'd made contact this time, Pietro obviously hadn't gotten the desired effect as Clint was clearly still standing with a small smirk on his face.

"Okay, we defiantly need some work but at least you didn't forget what I taught you," Clint said. "Good job."

"I didn't even cause you to fall over," Pietro sulked.

"So? You improved! Slowly, which yeah, it may not be your usual speed, but it's something okay? Now I'm going to start taking you through some basic kicks and punches. Not on me but on my punching bag in the shed. Alright? After you get better at those we'll start with some active sparring."

Giving him a suspicious glare, Pietro asked, "And are you going to continue throwing me on the ground when it comes to that?"

"Only if you don't pay attention. Who knows, maybe next time you'll end up on top," Clint responded, turning around to soon so that he missed the blush that spread across Pietro's face. "Now come into the shed over here. Okay stand right there…and put your feet like that…alright good. That's how you want to stand when you throw the punches but watch me throw a few jabs first."

Pietro analyzed the movements until Clint finally took a step back and wiped at the drops of sweat on his forehead. "See exactly like that. Now your turn."

Stepping up, Pietro mimicked Clint's stance but before he threw the first punch he asked, "Why do you use a bow and arrow if you are so good at this?"

"I prefer distance between me and an enemy. That and I'm just used to how my bow works. It's like an extension of my body. And besides, you can be good at multiple things but still prefer one over the other just because. Besides, it works well for me and Nat since she enjoys closer combat," responded Clint. "But enough about that, stop stalling and punch."

"I wasn't stalling! You were the one rattling on," muttered Pietro.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Just throw it kid."

"Don't call me that," Pietro growled as he went at it.

The noise of the punching bag swinging on its chain and the sound of fists against it filled the room for a moment before Clint finally put up a hand and Pietro paused in his onslaught. "Good job but I think that's probably enough for today. Don't want to wear you out to much."

"Did I actually do well or are you just being polite?" Pietro asked.

"I'm being serious. This was a good first day but how about we go play Life with the kids?" Clint asked with a grin.

"Hmm, does your version include getting thrown to the ground?"

"Nope! Just a comfy, chair, some water, and a somewhat fair game."

"Then you're on old man!"


Wanda saw the Vision waiting for her near the edge. He didn't turn or acknowledge her presence however until she was finally standing next to him. In a very soft voice, he murmured, "The trees are so like buildings…and yet not."

"What do you mean?"

Glancing at her, he carefully answered, "The trees house the inhabitants of the forest…just as the buildings house those who dwell in the city. But the buildings are supported by those that live inside them. They cannot heal on their own…not like trees."

"So buildings are artificial trees," responded Wanda with a small nod. "I can get behind that."

The Vision looked at her curiously. "What exactly do you mean by that?"

"Just that I can understand what you mean. That I sort of agree even."

"I will have to remember that phrase," Vision replied with a small nod of his head. Looking back into the forest he asked, "Are you ready to begin training?"

"Yes. Do you have a place in mind?"

"There is a clearing not far from here. If you do not mind, I can carry you there and it will be much quicker," The Vision offered.

Wanda had barely said that was fine when suddenly the Vision was swooping her up bridal style and rising into the air. A gasp left her as she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and looked out at the land around them.

"Did I startle you?" Vision asked apologetically, a slight form of worry in his eyes.

"Only slightly," replied Wanda. "Though a little warning next time would be much appreciated."

"My apologizes. I will remember that next time," Vision said earnestly just as they touched down again. "I truly did not mean to startle you."

"It's fine," Wanda responded as she looked around. "This is a very nice clearing. I think I've been here before. A long…long time ago with my family. We were hiking I think."

"I hope this is a happy recollection. I did not wish to pain you in any way."

Wanda quickly shook her head. "No, don't worry about it. It is a happy memory, tinged with sadness perhaps but a pleasant one nonetheless. Now, you said you would help me with my powers. What will be the first lesson?"

The Vision looked around, face wrought with thought, when suddenly he picked up a small flower. It was possibly one of the few in the field yet he crushed it in his hand. He held it out until Wanda finally took it from him and finally said, "Try to change reality."

"Wait, just like that?"

He nodded. "Make it so that it was never crushed."

Giving a slight frown, Wanda turned her face to the crushed flower in her hand and stared intently at it, trying to consciously repeat what she had done to Pietro. However, after what felt like minute upon minute having passed, she let out a disgruntled sigh and looked back at the Vision.

"If this is your idea of teaching then you may need to take some classes yourself," sighed Wanda as she let go of the crushed flower.

As it drifted downwards, the Vision reached out his hand until it rested in his palm once more. Curling his fingers around it, he brought it close before releasing a small smile and replying, "Not teaching, just making a point."

"Really? Well what point would that be?"

"That your powers are strongly connected to your emotions. Your powers are at their strongest when your emotions are the most focused. When your fear is almost overpowering, when it clouds everything else, it controls your powers. When there is sorrow inside you that feels like it cannot be overcome, like with your brother, then it will be the one in power."

"So what is your idea? Teach me how to stay afraid?"

Looking slightly amused at Wanda's incredulous expression, Vision shook his head and responded, "Not at all. I want to help you to bring out the good memories, the ones that bring a sense of overwhelming calm about you. Though it has worked for you so far, no matter how in control you have thought yourself, your powers have been volatile and erratic."

"You want to get rid of the chaos," Wanda replied.

"Not quite. Your powers are naturally chaotic and I don't think we should take that away from them. Instead, I hope to teach you to use the calm of your mind to shape your powers, to smooth them out, instead of forcing them into the forms you wish. A controlled chaos," responded Vision.

"That's a very poetic way of putting it."

"You think me poetic? How so?"

"Simply the way you see the world and all that's in it. You're not a part of it, at least not yet, but you can still look beneath what you see and understand that a philosophical understanding can be as important as a logical. It makes what you say elegant in an otherworldly way."

"I am glad that take enjoyment out of what I say. That you think it…pleasing. But I hope that I will not always be considered otherworldly," Vision replied.

Her smile dropping just a bit, Wanda softly said, "As hard as it might be, you're an android whose power and being stems from an infinity stone and you can pick up an artifact that only a god could wield beforehand. No matter what you do, people will always think of you as otherworldly."

"I know that," he said earnestly. "What I mean is that I hope I won't be so otherworldly to you one day. I would like to one day stand on level ground with you. Metaphorically speaking of course."

"Of course," Wanda agreed as she tried to hide just how charmed she was by his words. She wished to talk more but instead she asked, "Will help me dredge up happy memories? Calmer times? Bringing out the nightmares in others has always been easy, and perhaps the same goes to me."

"If that is what you wish, we shall begin. My mind is now open to you."