Peter needed a vacation.

Or at least that's what he told Tony . . .

In reality, he was going back to Queens so he could pick up Gwen, then he'd be turning around to meet up with Vision. The android was obviously bothered by Wanda's calls, so Peter offered to help him out. Apparently, Wanda left him a very conspicuous message in a super scratchy voice mail. Peter called Gwen, and asked if she'd be willing to help him with his sleuthing, which she was extremely willing to do. He missed her desperately. They talked to each other on the phone every single night, but that would never compare to seeing each other face to face.

"So," Gwen asked curiously "He's in love with her?"

"I think so, but it can be hard to tell with him," he replied softly, looking behind him nervously in case Tony or Natasha walked in.

"Well, yeah. He isn't really used to feeling emotions."

"Oh, he's feeling them now. He just doesn't know what to do with them."

They strolled through the city, hand in hand. To them, there was a lot to get caught up on. Her presence was comforting, warming almost. Her smile made him feel so much better about everything in his life, which was one of the reasons he loved her so much. His heart jumped in his chest every time she squeezed his hand or laughed. It felt natural . . . So right. He tried to translate the emotions and the warm feeling to Vision. It got hard when he imagined his shiny, red exterior. Inside though, he must have felt the same way Peter did when he looked at her or listened to her laugh. Peter never really got to meet Wanda, so he didn't know what she was like. She must have been special though; he didn't doubt that at all. After spending the afternoon in the city, they drove back to HQ, ready to execute their plan. They were going to go out to dinner at a little diner off the side of a rural road in upstate New York. It wasn't Peter's first choice for cuisine, but it was out of the way and there wouldn't be too many people to stare at Vision. As of late, the android felt a little awkward around the public. He was starting to realize what it felt like to be different . . . Even though he was a world-renowned hero, people stared at him, making him feel awkward and out of place. He longed to have human skin that felt warm and not cold, comforting instead of scary. Wanda saw it as warm and comforting though . . . She didn't cringe or smile awkwardly, telling him it wasn't really that bad. It was just simple acceptance.

"Hey Vision, are you ready?" Peter called, banging on his bedroom door.

"Yes, Peter," he responded.

He was wearing a pair of khaki slacks, a dark green polo shirt, and a pair of loafers. A nervous smile was on his lips. Gwen ran up to him and gave him a hug. "How are you?" she squealed, pulling him close to her.

"I am alright."

After he greeted Peter, he frowned, and then dashed back into his room. When he came back out, he was clutching a copy of Wuthering Heights under his arm.

"Oh, I love that book! I love the PBS movie also! Tom Hardy is the best Heathcliff. He's so gorgeous!"

"Hey!" Peter yelped jokingly.

Gwen grinned, and started laughing when Peter started tickling her at the ribs. They suddenly realized that Vision was still standing there, so they stopped, blushing bright red.

"Are you ready?" Peter repeated, running his hands over his head.

"Yes, I am." They trekked out to the car, silently praying that Tony wouldn't ask them where they were going. Peter left a message on Tony's virtual notice board saying they were going to get dinner, but that they'd bring him back some chicken wings if he wanted. Vision sat in the back seat, and flipped through his copy of Wuthering Heights. His brow was creased in concentration and frustration. Gwen and Peter glanced at each other.

"I thought you've read that before," Peter said dumbly.

"I have," Vision stated numbly "I—I just—"

He sighed, and slammed the book shut.

"The message Wanda left . . . She—she mentioned this book. It was her favorite." "What'd she say about it?"

Vision pulled out his phone. He played the message.

"Vision? I—I—I'm okay. I wanted you to know that, alright? I am not in chains right now. People are taking care of me . . . Oh, Viz, I miss you so much. I pray every day that you are happy. I want you to be happy! Steve would not happy, Viz, but I want to make sure you are okay. I am at a place you might be familiar with. Remember Heathcliff? From Wuthering Heights? Ah, I loved that story. It is so dear to me. You should know that though for we talked about it a lot. Wuthering Heights is not a real place though, but the beautiful country Emily Bronte wrote about is. Go to where the house is. I shall be there for two weeks. Ah Vision, please come see me. If you cannot, I understand but I shall carry your memory with me forever. Goodbye."

The phone made a beeping noise, indicating the message was complete.

"That's it?" Peter asked, gripping the wheel tightly.

"That's really romantic!" Gwen sighed "She wants to meet you at the very place Cathy and Heathcliff fell in love!"

If Vision could have blushed, he would have. He looked down at his lap, an embarrassed smile on his lips. Gwen winked at Peter, who chuckled to himself and shook his head jokingly. Yes, emotions could hurt more than anything, but the giddy, happy ones were extremely pleasant to register. Gwen reached out and grabbed Peter's hand, squeezing it gently.

"I'm not really familiar with Wuthering Heights—don't kill me, Gwen—so I don't know what that is. Is it a mountain or a town?"

"It's a house," Vision said "A manor more like it. It is across the way from another manor, Thrushcross Grange."

"Okay, so this should be easy. All we need to do is go to Wuthering Heights, get a tour, and a find her."

"Don't be silly, Peter. Wuthering Heights isn't real. Emily Bronte made it up for the story," Gwen commented.

"Then where do we need to go?"

Gwen and Vision looked at each other helplessly.

"I know it's in England," Gwen said slowly.

"Okay, we've narrowed it down to a country. Do you have an idea of a region or town it might be near?"

"I'd have to read the book again."

"Or you could just Google it."

Gwen laughed, and grabbed her phone from her purse. She typed something into the search engine.

"The two manors were located on the Yorkshire moors," she said quickly, closing her phone.

"I loved the moors!" Peter exclaimed "I took Aunt May there a couple months ago. She thought it was super pretty."

"So all we have to do is go to the moors, around where the house would have been located," Vison exclaimed, his voice hitching with excitement.

He put his hand on his chest, his eyes wide with something. Even though his eyes were made of synthetic materials, something glittered in them, something that could only be human. Peter and Gwen noticed it, and it made them smile at each other. They pulled up to the diner, and got food. While sitting in a booth in the empty restaurant, they discussed their plans.

"Maybe we should just tell Tony," Gwen suggested.

Both Peter and Vision stared at her incredulously.

"Are you kidding me? Tony would flip out and send them all back to prison," Peter exclaimed, slamming his empty glass back down on the table.

"I don't think I could bear it if Wanda was there again," Vision added, struggling to keep his voice void of emotion.

"So, what's the plan then?"

"Well, we should got to Yorkshire."

"And what will you tell Tony?"

"That I want a vacation. I don't believe he would suspect anything," Vision said. "Or we could say that Peter and I wanted to go on a romantic vacation. Knowing Tony, he wouldn't let us go without a chaperone. Vision could be the chaperone." Peter nodded, and handed his glass to the waitress, who refilled it up with water. "Okay, I think Tony would be okay with that. Great thinking, baby!"

Gwen leaned over and kissed Peter's cheek.

"You'll get to see where Heather and Carter fell in love."

"It's Heathcliff and Cathy, Peter."

"Oh, sorry. Like I said, I've never read it or watched it."

"Well, that's gonna change when we get home. Deal?"

"Deal." Peter got the check and paid for it.

He grabbed the food Tony had requested, and the three headed out to the car. This plan seemed perfect, flawless. Nothing could go wrong. Vision desperately wanted to reunite with Wanda, and Peter and Gwen were willing to back that up. Doubtful thoughts were non-existent to them. Of course, they hadn't thought this out clearly. They didn't know where they would be staying or how they'd even get from wherever they landed to Yorkshire even . . . Hey, Peter and Vision were basically rich though. They lived with Tony Stark a majority of their time. Peter knew they could easily get the money out of them, particularly because Tony would do anything for Peter. Tony was so dedicated towards Peter's education, and wanted to make him a better person . . . He wanted Peter to get the best of his childhood, but he also wanted him to avoid all the bumps and scrapes he experienced. On the way home, they discussed their plan. A quick google search revealed to them a quaint little bed and breakfast situated in the rolling, gorgeous hills of the moors. Peter called Tony and told them about their plans, performing with his best innocent voice. Of course, Tony Stark agreed, especially when peter brought up how tired he was. He was even bold enough to suggest Tony came along. Tony disagreed though because he had a lot of work to do with Stark Industries. As soon as Peter hung up, he threw his hands in the air.

"Peter, put your hands on the wheel!" Gwen shrieked.

"Uh, don't you remember? I'm Spider-Man!"

They drove home, packed their bags, and the next day, they hopped on a plane. The flight was slightly bumpy, making Peter's stomach lurch. He squeezed Gwen's hand, and glanced over at Vision, who was reading Wuthering Heights again.

"I should really read it, huh?" Peter asked Gwen softly.

"Mmhmm . . . You should. How much longer do we have till we reach the airport?"

"Uh, six hours, I think. Not really sure." Gwen grinned, and reached down, pulling her bag out from under her seat.

She pulled out her iPad, and flipped the cover off of it. She clicked the movie icon, pulling up a video.

"What this?"

"Wuthering Heights, the PBS series."

"Oh no, is this the one with Frank Hamby."

"It's Tom Hardy, doofus." She gently placed her head on her shoulder, and pressed play.

Vision looked up for a few seconds, his lips grimly pressed together.

"It's gonna be okay, Vision," Peter said softly, a sale smile on his lips.

Vision smirked, and stuck his nose back in his book.

Gwen slammed her suit case closed, then shoved it into the closet. Peter was laying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"You're really thinking about Heathcliff, huh?" Peter laughed, sitting up straight.

"Nah . . . I'm actually thinking about how we get to share a room and—"

"Oh my gosh! Peter!" Gwen through a scarf at him, which he caught deftly.

She then stuffed all of their clothes in one of the drawers. The rooms in the bed and breakfast were so gorgeous. There was pretty wallpaper covered with tiny purple flowers, a big king sized bed with matching quilts and sheets, a graceful white dresser, several lamps, a desk, and a bathroom that was attached. Vision was next door in a room that was similar. He didn't want to talk, which Peter assumed was because of the nervous anticipation. Instead, he opted to re-reading the book again.

"I don't get it," Peter muttered slowly "What does he see in that book? They're not anything like Heathcliff and Cathy. I mean, Vision isn't all revenge crazed and willing to kill people to get his woman back."

Gwen shrugged.

"I don't know. He can't have her, given the situation. Heathcliff couldn't have Cathy because of what happened in their lives."

"Kinda sucks, huh?"

"I'll say."

"I missed all of this . . . Part of me wishes I could have been a part of the Avengers before the split. I know. It's stupid, but I'd have loved to really get to know Captain America, Hawkeye, and—and even Wanda!"

"I thought you met Captain America."

"Yeah . . ." he said softly, thinking back to the time at the graveyard.

He'd never seen Captain America since then, but every once and a while, his mind wandered towards the possibilities.

"Hey! Do you think he'll be here?" he exclaimed, jumping off the bed.

"I—I think it's possible! He obviously has the ability to roam freely, considering the fact he showed up in New York."

"Wanda didn't mention him on the message—"

"Did she have to?" Peter rolled his eyes, got back up on the bed, and stood up, touching the ceiling.

Gwen giggled, shaking her head at her boyfriend's antics.

The next day, they all woke up at the crack of dawn. It took several cups of tea to get them fully awake because of the jet lag.

"You ready?" Peter asked Vision.

"As ready as I'll ever be," he replied sarcastically.

Peter glanced at Gwen, and smiled. Sarcasm. Vision used sarcasm.

He really is becoming human.

They rented a car, and drove deep into the moors. It was as beautiful as the Wuthering Heights movie. The green grass blew gently in the wind, and the rolling hills were tall yet beautiful. There were no tree, which was perfect because trees would have blocked the view considerably. The sky was a bright blue, and was graced with a few fluffy white clouds. Sunshine filled the area, making everything shine and sparkle gloriously. The landscape was almost empty, except for a few houses every few miles. They rode in silence, admiring the view.

"So, where's Wanda at?" Peter asked.

Driving on the left side of the road wasn't something he was used to. Since he lived in New York, driving wasn't a whole lot necessary. He could drive, but he wasn't the best. Adding the left side of the road craziness made him feel even more muddled.

"I am not sure. She did not really say. There is not much out here, is there?"

"Nope," Peter replied, swerving crazily.

"Do you think she will just be wandering around?" Gwen questioned.

Vision's metallic brow furrowed.

"I—I—I don't know."

"What's that?"

There, in the distance, they spotted a building. It was a pub.

"It's so adorable!" Gwen squeaked, clasping her hands in front of her chest.

Peter pulled to the side, and they all tumble out.

"This is the only place for miles," Vision reasoned "Therefore, she must be here."

"Only one way to find out," Gwen added.

The trio stepped inside the quaint, rustic pub. It was not busy. Only a few tables were occupied, and most of the guests sat quietly, whispering to each other. There was a bartender, concocting some kind of beverage. He handed it off to a woman, who had an arm wrapped around her boyfriend. Their eyes searched the pub, looking for any sign of the powerful Avenger.

"I don't see—" Peter started.

"Is that her?" Gwen cut him off.

She pointed towards the corner of the room where a petite woman sat. She had dark brown hair, and her eyes were covered with a baseball cap. She held a hot beverage in her hand. Vision's eyes widened, and Peter could tell that he was shaking.

"Vision, it's okay. Go talk to her!"

He stepped forward slowly, his eyes trained on Wanda, who had just picked up a newspaper. Gwen and Peter back up, and walked over to the bartender. He was busy cleaning shot glasses.

"Excuse me—" Peter asked hesitantly "Can I ask you a question?"

"You want a drink, son?" he said briskly in a deeply accented voice.

"N—No—I'm good. I actually have a question."

"Spit it out."

He glanced back at Gwen, who nodded encouragingly.

"That girl in the corner, who is she?"

"I don't know. She's been here for the last week, sitting in the corner, drinking coffee. Sometimes, she has a book that she thumbs through. Me wife and I tried to talk to her, but she don't say much."

"Does it bother you?"

"She pays, and she stays quiet. What could I do?"

"Do you know where she stays at night?"

The bartender shrugged, and continued cleaning his glasses. Gwen grabbed Peter by the arm, and smile up at her man.

"Turn around, babe." Peter spun around, and stared at Vision.

He was sitting across from Wanda, conversing with her. She was clutching his hand, and even though her hat still covered her eyes, a big, beautiful smile was spread across her face. He was leaning towards her, smiling to himself as she told him something. This went on for some time. Peter and Gwen eventually got a drink. She opted for hot chocolate, and he took some black coffee. They sat down at a table near a window, and stared out the window, saying very little.

"Peter? Gwen?"

They spun around to see Vision and Wanda standing behind them.

"This Peter," Vision said proudly.

"Ah," Wanda whispered "The Spider-Man."

"Don't say it too loud," Peter said jokingly.

He took Wanda's hand and shook it.

"This my girlfriend, Gwen."

"Hello Gwen. It is a pleasure to meet you."

"Right back at you," Gwen said, beaming.

"It was so good of you to come out here to see me. I am glad you understood my clue."

"Wuthering Heights really is great!" Wanda smiled.

They spent several minutes discussing the story in great detail. They went out of the pub, and walked down the moor, admiring the landscape. Eventually, Wanda and Vision fell back to talk to each other quietly.

"Do you think she's coming back with us?" Gwen asked.

"I didn't think so, but now I'm not so sure."

"Tony wouldn't like it. He thinks she should be in prison."

"I thought we already talked about it."

Gwen could tell that Peter was shutting down this discussion. Her heart though, however, was beating loudly in protest. It wasn't fair, the rift that had torn them apart. Although Wanda had such great powers, she was just a girl, not much older than her. She wanted to live normally, Gwen could tell. Instead, she had to hide, leaving cryptic messages lost in the pages of books to get the guy she loved to find her. It was the stuff of a romance novel, but not in a good way. They headed back to the pub after a few hours of milling around. The sun was starting to set as they reached the doors again. As they stood around outside, Peter and Gwen stepped back.

"What do you think they're saying?" Gwen whispered.

"I don't know." Wanda and Vision collapsed into a hug.

Gwen reached up, and dabbed away at her eyes. Peter grabbed her into a hug. He ran his fingers through her hair, trying to calm her down. Gwen was a silent crier, but when she did cry, it was miserable. Peter hated seeing her cry; he had to rectify this.

"Whatever happens," he said "We'll be together."

"Good."

Vision and Wanda appeared at their side. Wanda's eyes were red and blotchy from crying.

"Um—" she said slowly "I guess this is goodbye?"

"Really?" Gwen question.

"Yes. It was good to meet you, dear. Hopefully, in a better world, we can all see each other again."

Vision looked as if he was about to cry. Wanda leaned over, and gently kissed him on the cheek. A single tear trickled down her face. Finally, they all said goodbye. It was the hardest thing any of them ever did.

A/N: Hello my lovelies! Here is another chapter!

If you haven't guessed, this chapter was based off of Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights. It's one of my favorite books in the entire world, so I had to give it a mention at some point.

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