AN: Enjoy!

For a very long moment, Wanda simply stared at him.

"You're joking, right?"

"No. No I am not."

Wanda looked strangely confused, unsure whether she was happy or not.

"You don't have to Marry me just because I'm pregnant" She told him. "I know this wasn't exactly part of the plan.."

"I know.." Vision reached to gently lay his hand on Wanda's belly. "But I don't regret it.. And I know from personal experience that life is easier for a child born in wedlock than out of it, but that is not the only reason why I am asking."

"It's not?"

"No.. I.. I'm asking because I love you" He blushed, looking down. "I know I can't offer you much, not yet, but I promise I'll do my very best to give you the best, both of you, because you deserve.. Mmm.."

Vision's rambling was cut off when Wanda kissed him. After breaking the kiss, she pulled away with a small smile on her face, a sparkle in her soft green eyes.

"You are insane, did you know that?" She asked, and Vision's heart sank. "But.. okay. Yes."

"What?" Vision blinked. With the aforementioned heart-sinking, he couldn't quite grasp What She was saying to him.

"Yes, Vision. I will Marry you."

"You mean it?" His eyes lit up.

"I do" Wanda smiled softly, reaching out to cup his cheek. "When a boy gets you pregnant and says he wants to marry you without needing to be marched up the aisle at the end of a gun barrel, he's probably a keeper. Considering that same boy has also risked his life for me more than once.. You probably sealed the deal a long time ago."

"So.. you're going to marry me."

"Mmhm."

"You're going to marry me.. You're going to marry me!" Vision blushed, but then he laughed, so happy, and Wanda laughed too, the sound making his heart soar.

They laughed and kissed and smiled, until they were too exhausted to do so anymore, and settled back down in each other's arms, ready to sleep.

"Vizh.." Wanda asked him after awhile, probably half-asleep, but needing to know so she could fully relax, "You don't think Rumlow will come after us, do you?"

"No.." Vision shifted uncomfortably, but his voice was steady, certain. "He won't be hurting anyone anymore.."

Wanda didn't push him for further details. She didn't need them. She simply held him a little tighter, her quiet thank you for his avenging her brother.

Wanda and Vision married just two days later, at a small church in the next town they came to. The affair was very small, just the two of them and the Priest, a rather sprightly old man named Stan. They didn't need bells and whistles or other people. The sentiment meant more to them than the ceremony.

With Wanda's agreement, Vision used a small portion of their saved money to pay for a night at the local Inn, asking for one of their nicest rooms. They shared a hot meal together, Wanda's first in a while, before heading up to the room.

Like any gentleman, Vision scooped Wanda into his arms to carry his bride inside. Wanda giggled at this at first, but once they were in the room, she found herself strangely emotional, and not just because Today had been her Wedding Day.

"Are you alright?" Vision asked, slightly concerned, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he gently set her down.

"I am, it's just.." She glanced at the very, very tempting bed, "A little strange.. I haven't slept in a bed since I was ten years old."

Vision frowned, his heart breaking a little for his Wife (His Wife! He felt just a little giddy at that). As terrible as his own childhood had been, he had, at least, had a bed.

"Well, wherever we end up, dear Wife, I will make sure you have a nice bed.." He crouched to kiss her belly. "You too, little one.. Daddy will build you a cradle."

Vision's eyes were alight, speaking to the tiny life growing within her as though it was the most precious thing in the universe, because it was, and knowing he felt the same way as she did made Wanda's heart swell. In that moment, quite suddenly, the words she'd struggled to say for so long came easily.

"I love you.."

Vision looked up at her, the most wonderful smile spreading over his face.

"I love you too."

"Well then, Husband" Wanda grinned, "Maybe you should get back up here and tell me how much.."

"Oh, I'm not sure there are enough words for that.."

"Show me, then."

Vision stood, pulling her in for a deep, passionate kiss. There was no-more awkward flailing, like the first time Wanda had kissed him. He knew exactly where to put his hands, at first resting in the small of her back. They did not remain idle for long, however, soon drifting over her body, seeking out everything she had taught him, all the places he knew she most liked to be touched, and she found his in return.

Wanda pushed him away, just for a moment, so she could take off his shirt, pressing kisses to his bare chest.

When Vision began undressing her to even the odds, he did so slowly, almost reverently, like she was a precious gift from the heavens, because she was, she was everything, his whole world was her.

"You are so beautiful.." He murmured, once she was bare to him. "So beautiful.."

"You think so?" Wanda murmured back between kisses.

"I know so.."

In time, they fell onto the bed. Vision continued to worship Wanda's body, with his hands and his mouth, kissing her neck, softly suckling at her breasts, revelling in the sweet sound of her moans. One hand slipped between her legs, fingers gently stroking.

"Vizh.." She almost whimpered, clutching at him, squirming beneath him, and Vision halted his ministrations.

He had learnt to read Wanda so well from their time together, making love on the Hydra's moonlit deck, and the many quiet moments below, that he knew exactly what his wife needed from him, and knew that he needed her just as much. He shed his pants and kicked them away, moving to hover over her.

"I love you, so much..

"I love you too.."

With Wanda's nod of permission, Vision slipped inside her, both of them gasping softly. There was no need to rush now, no fear of being caught out by returning Pirates. This was a good thing, as Vision kept the rocking of his hips slow, gentle, so mindful of not hurting her, or the precious new life within. Wanda moved with him, matching his easy pace, pulling him down to kiss her in an instinctive move to muffle the sounds of their lovemaking.

In time, as Vision felt his own pleasure nearing it's peak, he registered the now well-known signs that Wanda was also close. Her quickening breath, dilating pupils, the louder, higher pitch of her cries. He reached to hold her hand, lacing her fingers with his, not trying to quiet her as she came, crying out his name, and freely shouting hers in return as his own release washed over him. They didn't need to be quiet, they were free now, free to live and love exactly as they chose.

Wanda clung to him for a while after, part of her almost waiting for the other shoe to drop, but she eventually relaxed, curling up to sleep in Vision's arms, in the long forgotten comfort of a bed.

Vision gazed at her for a long time, admiring her beauty, unable to believe just how lucky he was. This breathtakingly beautiful, amazingly strong woman was his Wife. She had suffered so much, but he swore, no longer.

He was going to give her the world.