AN: Enjoy!

As it turned out, Clint had worked at the jail for a while before Ross had taken over, but had left the job soon after Ross's arrival, disagreeing with many of his methods. However, Clint still possessed two prison guard uniforms, complete with visored helmets. He also had a few sympathetic-eared former colleagues in nearby towns. This information formed the basis of their rescue plan.

Of course, it was going to take at least a few days for Clint to correspond with his colleagues, and assuming they were on board, a little over a week, or maybe two, to work out the full details of the plan, and exactly how they were going to carry it out. Thankfully, in the meantime, Clint and Laura offered Vision a place to stay.

Everyday, between planning with Clint, helping Laura out with a few chores, and sometimes playing with the children, Vision would look out the window, waiting to see Thunderbolt Ross pass by on his way to the Tavern. Vision would take advantage of this time, knowing Ross was away from his post, to visit Wanda at the jail.

Laura Barton was a wonderful cook, so when Vision did visit Wanda, he would sneak her better food. They would hold hands and kiss through the bars. Wanda would pull his hand to her belly, and he swore that he could feel the first signs of a bump. She told Vision stories, about her parents, her brother, herself. Stories that she wanted him to tell their child, since she didn't think she would be around to tell them herself. Sometimes, when he had to leave, Vision would hear Wanda crying behind him, and the sound broke his heart. Anyone who'd known her on the Hydra would probably think Wanda was different, that she had gone soft, but Vision knew that deep down, this was who Wanda had always been, and she wasn't soft at all.. She was so, so strong.

Once or twice, Vision was sure she had tried to tell him that she loved him, but she still couldn't quite get the words out. It didn't matter. When Wanda smiled at him, when he saw the little sparkle in her soft green eyes, he didn't need the words to know what was in her heart.

It only made him all the more determined to save her life.

"They're moving me on Friday.." Wanda told him one day.

"Oh?" Vision tried to sound surprised. This was all part of the plan, a false transfer order from one of Clint's connections.

"Ross didn't seem happy about it, but he signed off.. They're taking me to a new prison, specially equipped for my 'condition'.." Wanda's hand drifted to her stomach, resting over the small bump she found there. "You'll follow, won't you? Wherever we go?"

"Of course" Vision replied. "I have a promise to keep."

She kissed him, and Vision felt a little guilty for lying.. then again, he wasn't really lying, not entirely. He wasn't keeping the promise he had made to her, that was true. But he was keeping another, made silently, to his unborn child..

Nothing is going to happen to your Mother.

When Friday came, Vision donned the Guard Uniform Clint gave him, while Clint himself wore the other. When a Prison cart, driven by a man in a similar uniform named Sam, pulled into town, Vision and Clint hopped aboard it as though they had always been there. Vision stowed the bundle containing his and Wanda's money and belongings (and, thanks to Laura, another set of clothes, and a few snacks for the road), in a compartment at Sam's feet. There would not be time to go back for it later.

Sam, too, was part of the plan.. a guard from a neighbouring town who, like Clint, believed there was room for a grey area in the law when it came to cases like Wanda's. Both Vision and Clint kept their visors down, so as to keep their faces from being recognised. When the cart reached the jail, Sam and Clint, armed with another signed 'Transfer order' from a Captain Steve Rogers, headed in to collect Wanda. Vision waited in the cart so as not to give the game away if Wanda were to recognise his voice. He bit his tongue to keep himself from objecting when Sam and Clint brought Wanda out in shackles, Ross looking on with a stern but smug expression. Everything needed to seem legitimate, to keep him from smelling a rat.

"Wait!" Wanda protested. "I wasn't expecting to go this early. Vision! My baby's Father is in town, he needs to know where we're going! Vizh, Vizh! Please, wait! Vision!"

Clint and Sam looked at each other through their visors, but said nothing as they loaded Wanda into the back of the cart, and Vision bit his tongue harder, his heart in pieces, struggling not to say anything as Wanda called for him, as she began to sob as the cart left the town.

They just needed to get a safe distance away, and then they could let her out. Then, they would be safe..

They waited until they were about an hour and a half from town before they stopped the cart, all hopping down and opening up the back. Wanda looked at Sam, confused and puffy eyed, when he removed her shackles.

"W-What are you doing? What's going on?!"

"I think I might let someone else explain.." said Sam, while Clint offered a hand to help Wanda out of the cart.

Wanda took it, though was still very confused, until Vision removed his helmet, revealing himself.

"Wanda" Vision began, "I'm sorry we couldn't explain sooner, but.."

Wanda's eyes widened in shock, which quickly turned to anger. She slapped Vision.

"You idiot!" She yelled, as he reeled back, cheek stinging from the blow. "You promised me you weren't going to do anything stupid!"

"I know" said Vision, "But.."

"But what?! What's going to happen when I don't show up at the other prison? We'll both end up dead and our child will be left without.."

"Kid, there is no other Prison" Clint interrupted. "The transfer order was forged."

Wanda seemed to relax at that, but only a little, glaring at Vision.

"You're still an idiot.."

Wanda changed into clean clothes, ate a few of Laura's snacks, and, somewhat grudgingly, agreed to travel on on foot with Vision while Sam headed back to his own town, and Clint returned home to his family.

"Thank you, Clint" said Vision, shaking his hand. "For everything."

"No problem.. and hang in there, she'll forgive you eventually" Clint glanced over at Wanda, who was waiting, quite moodily, a short distance away.

"I hope so.."

"If you can, send a letter to let us know where you end up.. Laura and the kids will want to know you're okay."

"I'll try.. again, thank you."

While Wanda agreed to travel with Vision, she was still clearly upset with him, and so, was giving him the silent treatment.

Vision didn't push her, didn't try to force her to speak. He would have told her that he was sorry, except he wasn't, not really.. There was no way he could be sorry for saving Wanda's life. But Vision understood, he knew why she was angry, knew what he had risked, what was at stake if anything had gone wrong. He remained a good few paces behind her, giving her space, and hoping she would forgive him in time.

They walked silently through much of the day, and some of the night, until both grew exhausted, and they settled beneath a tree to rest. Wanda lay beside Vision, but facing away, and wouldn't let him hold her, yet. Despite this, Vision couldn't help but feel happy just to be near her again.

He looked up at the night sky, smiling when he could still see the constellations Wanda had taught him. Strucker's head. Crossed swords. The Panther. He thought of Pietro, at least what he knew of him.

"They were nice stories" said Vision thoughtfully. "The ones you wanted me to tell the baby.. I suppose you'll be able to tell them yourself now."

"If you're trying to guilt trip me.." Wanda grumbled.

"No, of course not. I was just thinking, to myself really.. that it would be nice to have those stories. Those people."

Wanda's curiosity got the better of her, and she slowly rolled over to face him, propping herself up on one elbow, a slight crinkle in her brow.

"What do you mean?"

"Stories, about people I love. I didn't have the people, so I don't have the stories. I don't love my Father.. I love the idea of my Mother, but I never really knew her to love her as a person. You had your parents, your brother.. Not for long enough, I know, but you had them, and loved them. I have only ever really had you.." He frowned a little. "I know how that must sound, but I'm really not trying to guilt trip you. I know what I did was stupid, that I risked so much, too much.."

"You did.." Her gaze softened, and she shuffled closer, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. "But I understand."

"You do?"

"For a long time, I only had Pietro. Losing him broke me, almost for good, until you came along.. I wouldn't wish that sort of pain on anyone. Do you really think we're safe now?"

"I do. Still.." Vision turned to properly face her, "I'm sorry I broke my promise."

"I forgive you" Wanda curled against him then, her silent permission for him to hold her again.

As Vision's arms wrapped around her, his heart skipped a beat, because he could feel the slight swell of her belly, their child nestled between them. His whole world, everything that mattered to him, was in his arms again. He had broken one promise, but there were others that he could keep. To do better, to be better, to give them, Wanda and their child, the very best of everything.

And though it probably wasn't the best time, because they had only just made up, the words spilled from him anyway.

"Will you marry me?"