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Vision held Wanda close, watching her sleep. The early morning Sun filtered through a gap in the curtains, illuminating her face in its soft light. She looked so peaceful.

Vision couldn't take his eyes off her. In his eyes, she was perfect. So beautiful. He couldn't believe that someone as special as Wanda loved him, or that she had given him something as precious as her first time. He pulled her closer to him. Silently reaffirming his promise not to let anything hurt her ever again, that he would protect her, always.

"Mmm.." Wanda slowly stirred, her eyes fluttering open. Her adorable sleepy smile soon joined the Sun, lighting up the whole room.

"Good Morning" Vision smiled softly, brushing a stray hair out of her face.

"Good Morning" Wanda replied, a slight blush colouring her cheeks.

"Did you sleep well?"

"I did, for once. Although that may be because you tired me out a bit."

"Oh" Vision frowned. "I'm sorry.."

"Don't be sorry, Vizh" Wanda chuckled, propping herself up on one elbow, then leaning down to kiss him. "It was a very good kind of tired out."

The sunlight illuminated Wanda perfectly, almost like a halo. Fitting, thought Vision, as he was increasingly certain that he had fallen in love with an angel.

"It was?"

"Mmmhm."

"Even so.. I feel like I should help you regain some of that lost energy. I will make you Breakfast. An omelette, I'm getting good at omelettes.." Vision sat up and got out of bed, heading for the Kitchen.

"Vizh!" Wanda called after him. "Vision, wait!"

"Yes?" He poked his head back through the door.

"Your pants! Va rugam sa tineti pantaloni in bucaterie!"

"Oh. Oh dear." Vision rushed back in, locating his trousers and tugging them on. "Better?"

"Well.. while you're cooking, yes."

Once again, Vision turned a darker shade of red.

"Uh.. Breakfast. I'll go make your Breakfast now."

After he scrambled off, Wanda collapsed back onto the bed in a fit of giggles. She was so very happy. She stayed there for a while, listening to Vision bustle about in the Kitchen, chopping ingredients, whisking eggs. Then she got out of bed, slipped on Vision's shirt, buttoned it, and followed him.

Vision smiled, spinning around when he heard Wanda's footsteps.

"Perfect timing, it's almost.." He froze, almost dropping his spatula. "Wanda.. That is my shirt."

"Este." Said Wanda, matter of factly.

"It.. uh.. suits you quite well."

"Thank you" Wanda smiled a cheeky smile, sitting at the table while she waited for Vision to dish up.

"Here you go." He soon set the omelette on a plate, setting it down in front of Wanda.

"That looks great, Vizh. You could be a Chef."

"I'm not sure about that" Vision chuckled. "I just hope you enjoy it."

He sat across from her, watching her intently as she ate. More intently than usual. So of course, Wanda noticed.

"Is everything okay?"

"Of course. I love you.. so much."

"I love you too" Wanda smiled.

"And I just.. I feel so lucky to be with you. To love you.. and now, to have been your first.. for you to give me something so special.. I think that's just about the greatest honour I could ever hope to have."

Wanda's smile brightened.

"See, that, everything you just said.. That's exactly why you were my first, Vision."

"It is?"

"Mmmhm. Boys were interested.. mostly just because they thought I was a challenge. The weird girl. They looked at me as a conquest. O crestatura pe centura lor. It wouldn't have been anything like we had."

"It wouldn't?"

"No. We made love. Anyone else.. it wouldn't have been special. Just sex. I wasn't special to them."

A sound very much like a growl escaped Vision. Wanda's eyes widened. Then, she burst out laughing, almost choking on omelette.

"Vizh!"

"What?"

"Did you just growl?"

"...Maybe."

"Why?"

"I just.. don't like the idea of you being made to feel like you weren't special."

"You don't have to worry. I only ever heard whispers. Pietro never let them close to me."

"Oh. Well, that's good."

"It was" Wanda smiled softly. "He would tell me not to worry about them. 'One day, Sister, you will meet baiatul potrivit. The right boy, a special boy. One who will treat you right, who deserves you..'"

"He sounds very wise."

Wanda laughed again.

"Occasionally he was. Usually he was an idiot.. But, he was my idiot. He said I would know the special boy because he would hate them more than any other boyfriend I had, because he would be the one who took me away from him." Wanda paused, smirking. "Pietro would have hated you, Vizh."

"But.. I never would have kept you away from your brother." Vision seemed confused.

"I know" Wanda finished her Breakfast and moved around to the other side of the table, plopping herself down in Vision's lap and kissing him. "He just meant that.. when you fall in love with someone, that person really becomes the centre of your life for a while.

"Well.." Vision returned Wanda's kiss, a smile on his face. "That.. That I understand perfectly."

"Good" Wanda chuckled, her green eyes sparkling, kissing him again. "I thought you would."

Again, Vision returned Wanda's kiss.

"So.. I suppose I should take Pietro's likely hatred of me as a compliment?"

"It was meant as one, yes."

"Then I shall take it as a compliment" Vision smiled.

"You really do make me feel special, Vizh."

"You are special."

"Thank you." Wanda blushed.

"It looks like a lovely day out.. Shall we go for a walk?"

"That sound's absolutely perfect" She kissed his cheek. "I should probably have a shower first though." She hopped out of Vision's lap, heading off towards the bathroom. Then, feeling cheeky, called back to him. "Vision?"

"Yes, Wanda?"

"There's plenty of room.."

It took Vision a few moments to realise what she meant, and he froze for another few moments when he noticed that Wanda had dropped his shirt just outside the Kitchen door.

Then, he hurried after her.

Translations:

Va rugam sa tineti pantaloni in bucaterie!: Please, keep your pants on in the Kitchen!

Este: It is.

O crestatura pe centura lor: A notch on their belt.