AN: Enjoy!

Happily hidden away in their safe little haven within the Sanctum, Vision and Princess Wanda remained blissfully unaware of the trouble heading their way.

In fact, on this particular day, the weather was so pleasant that, at Wanda's suggestion, they had gathered their lunches in a basket, and, with Wong's permission, taken the food and their Library books outside.

Vision, inwardly, had been concerned that a Picnic lunch together was maybe a little too intimate. But the Princess had smiled at him, so pleased with her plan, his stomach had down a series of back-flips, and he discovered that he was rather incapable of saying no to to her.

So there they sat under an apple tree, eating their midday meal, and, currently, debating Vision's origins.

"I'm not so sure that you were born in Sokovia" Wanda had said, as she tore a hunk of bread off the loaf.

"Oh?" Vision raised an eyebrow, adding a slice of crumbly cheese to his own bread, "Why do you say that?"

"Your hair" she replied, and when Vision looked confused, she explained further. "Blonde hair is rare in Sokovia."

"Wasn't your brother blonde?"

"No. More white, and he used potions to get it that way. Without them his hair was dark like mine. Blonde is quite common in Asgard.. Maybe you are from there."

"Wanda" said Vision incredulously, "Have you ever seen an Asgardian?"

"I have" The Princess nodded.

"Then you know that most of them are huge, musclebound warriors. I'm not like that."

"Hmm.." Wanda, with a cheeky smile, reached out to squeeze Vision's bicep.

"W-What are you doing?" His face reddened.

"Checking.." Wanda smirked. "You are more musclebound than most, Vizh."

"I've still got nothing on an Asgardian.."

"Maybe not.. but close. You have muscles here.. and here.." The Princess started to poke him.

"Wanda.." Vision squirmed, her touch tickling him slightly.

"And here.. and here.. here, too.."

"Wanda.. Really.." He tried to lean away, out of her reach.

"And here.. here.."

Vision leaned too far, losing his balance, and grabbed at the nearest thing to try and steady himself. Unfortunately, the nearest thing was the front of Wanda's jacket, and all he succeeded in doing was to pull her down on top of him as he toppled backwards into the grass.

Somewhat in shock, they laid there for a moment, both blushing furiously, faces almost touching. Vision gazed up into Wanda's wide eyes. If he leaned up just the tiniest bit, he could.. No, definitely not.

Wanda gazed back at Vision. The strange patterns in his eyes were mesmerising, but always so fall of kindness. She didn't understand how anyone could be afraid of him.

Both of them waited just a little too long to try and move. But, Vision realised with a jolt, if he didn't get out from underneath her soon, his body might begin reacting in a less than innocent fashion.

"S-Sorry.." He stammered, trying to wriggle out, while also forcing himself to think of unpleasant things. Dead animals.. The time he'd accidentally walked in on Mr. Jarvis in the bathtub..

"No, no.." Wanda snapped out of the slight trance she'd been in, scrambling off of Vision. "It was my fault.."

"It's alright.."

Wanda spent a little too long brushing dirt out of his hair, thinking, briefly, that it was just as soft as she'd imagined it.. then blushed beet red, scrambling another few inches away.

They spent a short while, embarrassed by what had just happened, looking everywhere but at each other. Eventually, Wanda looked up and spotted a wonderfully ripe apple, grateful for the distraction it gave her.

"This one's ready to eat." She plucked the apple with her powers, letting it float down gracefully into her waiting hand.

"You're getting good at that" Vision told her, his face still slightly pink.

"Thank you" Wanda managed to smile. Vision shyly shuffled closer once again, looking with an unusual amount of interest at the apple in Wanda's hand.

"Your apple.."

"What about it?"

"Are they usually that red? I've never seen one quite that fresh before.."

"You haven't?" Wanda frowned, glancing at the apple.

"No. Fresh fruit goes to you at the castle first, then any other nobles, then the Inns.." Vision explained. "It's not quite at it's best anymore when whatever's left reaches my part of town."

"Here. You have it" The Princess held out the piece of fruit.

"Oh no. It's yours."

"Take it."

"You picked it."

"Take the apple, Vision."

"I really don't need it."

Wanda sighed, then pulled her knife out of her coat, the same knife with which she had cut the sheets on the day of their escape from the castle, and sliced the apple in half, offering one half to Vision.

"Take half, then. And I'm not taking no for an answer."

"Alright.. Thank you" Vision took his half of the apple and bit rather messily into it. It was much juicier than he was used to. "Mmmm.." He glanced over at Wanda. A cloud seemed to have crossed the Princess's face. "Is something wrong?"

"No.."

"If.. If it's about before, I'm so sorry" said Vision quickly. "Sometimes men's bodies just.. just react to.. but I would never.."

"It's not about that" Wanda's face turned a faint shade of pink, but she giggled, so Vision relaxed. "I just.. I don't think it's fair.. That some people should have more than others just because they were born in a nicer place. Everyone should be equal."

"You would have made a good Queen" Vision told her, finishing his apple and licking the juice from his fingers.

"You mean that?" She looked at him, surprised.

"I do. You still could be, if that's what you want.."

"I don't know what I want.." Wanda sighed.

"That's alright. We have plenty of time to work it out."

Unfortunately, they did not have nearly as much time as they thought.

The Avengers were currently travelling the long, winding road to the Sanctum Sanctorum. Peter Parker lead the group, consulting what looked like a very old Map.

Suddenly, both Clint and Natasha froze.

"Get off the road" Nat hissed.

"What?" Tony turned his head.

"Get off the road" Clint repeated.

He, Natasha, and Steve fled into some nearby bushes, followed closely by Tony, dragging a confused Peter with him.

"Mr Stark, what.."

"Shhh!"

Seconds after they were all hidden, a menacing looking man came riding down the road, following the very path they had been walking moments earlier.

"That was Brock Rumlow" Steve said sombrely. "One of Ultron's most vicious men."

"If he's heading for the Sanctum, we need to get there first to warn Vision and the Princess" said Clint.

"How?" Tony frowned. "We can't outrun a horse!"

"There's a shortcut on the map.." Peter piped up.

"And you only tell us this now?" Tony snapped.

"Well.."

"No time" Nat cut in. "Lead the way, kid."