AN: Enjoy!

Vision took a few shaky breaths. He had to pull himself together. It wasn't just Wanda's life at stake anymore, but also the life of her child, their child. A child that he knew, deep down, they both wanted, even though this was absolutely the worst possible time to have conceived it. As Vision stood, trying to think of his next move, the man from the corner booth came running out of the bar after him.

"Hey, you were asking about the pirate girl?"

"I was" Vision nodded. "I.. The child she's carrying is mine. What do you know?"

"I know she doesn't deserve what happened" The man replied, and when Vision was confused, he continued. "My name is Clint Barton.. the girl defended my wife, Laura from one of the other Pirates, when he tried to take her Wedding ring.. Laura and I tried to speak in her favour, but Ross is on a big 'zero-tolerance' kick, so he wouldn't listen."

"Do you know where she is now?" Vision asked eagerly.

"The local jail, of course" said Clint, pointing to a rather dreary grey stone building not too far away. "They're not so strict when Ross is out of office, so if you just say you have a message for one of the prisoners they should let you in to see her."

"Thank you, so much!" Vision was about to rush off, but Clint stopped him.

"Wait, they might not want you taking anything in.. I'll mind your stuff for you. Come pick it up later from the house with a bow-and-arrow shaped weathervane. Then maybe we can talk about a way to help your girl."

"Alright.. again, thank you!" Vision handed Clint the bundle of he and Wanda's belongings, then hurried away towards the jail.

It was easy to get in, as Clint had promised. Vision sped past the other cells and their unfortunate occupants until he found the one he was searching for.

Wanda was laying on the stone floor, curling in on herself, hands clamped over her belly, protecting the baby within, whispering that she was sorry, and Vision felt his heart break.

"Wanda.." He whispered.

She froze, as though unsure whether she had actually heard him, or was just dreaming it, but slowly, nervously, she got up, turning to face him.

"Vision!" She ran to the bars, a strange mix of happy and devastated all at once. "What.. how.."

"I e-escaped" Vision stammered. "Rumlow tried to stop me, but I escaped. I m-made it here, and a man in the T-Tavern said.." He glanced at her belly. "I-I'll get you out of here, I h-have to get you both.."

"No."

"What.."

"Vizh, listen.." Wanda reached through the bars with a shaking hand to cup his cheek, a small, sad smile on her face. "It means so much that you're here.. that you came for me. But if you do anything stupid, like trying to break me out, they'll kill you without a second thought, and then where would this baby be? There's only one thing you need to do, Vision. One thing I need for you to do.."

"What?" He asked, leaning into her touch.

"I need you to lay low, stay out of trouble. Claim our child when it is born, and go. Don't try to save me. Just go. Somewhere safe, where you will both be happy."

"No!" Vision cried. "I can't let you just.. mmm.."

Wanda had curled her the hand on his cheek around the back of his head, pulling him closer to kiss him through the bars.

"Please, Vision. This is the only way to ensure our baby is safe.. I always knew things were going to end badly for me, but it doesn't have to be that way for our child" She was begging him. "You made me happy, for a while. I will never forget that.. I want our child to know some of that happiness, and the only way for that to happen is.."

"I can't just let you die!"

"I think.. I think maybe this is how I live, Vizh. Any scheme you come up with to break me out, you can't promise that it will work.."

"Well, no.." Vision sighed. "But.."

"But you can promise me that you can take our child.. the little piece of me left in the world.. and keep him or her safe, and give them the life that we wanted. Promise me, Vision.." She gazed into his eyes, pulling his hand to her stomach. "Please. Promise me."

"Okay.." Vision took a deep breath. "Alright.. I promise."

Of course, Vision was lying. Not that he'd wanted to lie to her, not at all, not ever. And it was true he couldn't promise whatever plan he was about to cook up with Clint Barton would work.

But Wanda Maximoff was the love of his life, and now, the Mother of his child. The thought of simply allowing her to hang, of having to explain to their child why he or she was growing up without a Mother.. well, it was simply unbearable.

So, after reluctantly leaving the jail, Vision headed to the house with the Bow-And-Arrow weathervane. Was greeted by Clint at the door, introduced to his wife, Laura, and their two children, before the children were sent outside to play. Laura was heavily pregnant with a third child, a slightly painful reminder of Vision's current predicament, but he pulled himself together.

He told Clint and Laura their story.

Wanda's, as much as he knew, the deaths of her parents and brother, her hard life aboard the Hydra, her struggles with herself and who she wanted to be.

Vision told his own story, of growing up as the bastard child of an abusive Lord Father, his capture and forced servitude aboard the Hydra.

He explained how he and Wanda had come together. Their plans to escape, the life that they wanted to build. Their desire to give their future children a better childhood, a better life, than their own. How it had all gone so horribly wrong when Wanda had failed to return to the ship. His own dramatic escape, and his discovery of Wanda's pregnancy.

How, even after only knowing about it for a few hours, Vision loved that child, loved Mother and baby both, and that if there were some way, any way to save Wanda, he swore to do the right thing by them.

Clint turned to Laura, and both of them nodded, in full agreement. They couldn't just let this poor girl die, not right when her life was meant to truly begin.

"Listen up good, kid" said Clint to Vision. "I think I know how he can save your girl.."