AN: Enjoy!

For the next six years, the little family were blissfully happy. Vision continued to work around town, doing his odd jobs. Meanwhile Wanda, after years of struggling along through life, was perfectly happy to stay home with their children: The twins, Tommy and Billy, and three-month old daughter Vivian, a tiny perfect little blonde thing with whom both her parents and big brothers were entirely enamoured.

However, the past does have a way of catching up with people eventually, even if not exactly the past they were expecting..

On the day in question, Vision had taken the day off work, as he did at least once a week, to spend time with Wanda and the children. He had made the boys wooden swords to play with, and on that particular day, he watched as the twins played 'Pirates', unable to suppress a chuckle.

"You know" Vision told his sons, "Your Mama used to be a pirate."

The twins abandoned their game for a moment, looking at their Father with disbelief.

"Nah" Tommy scoffed.

"Yeah" Billy agreed. "Mama's much too nice to be a pirate."

"That is true" Vision chuckled. "But she was one, when I met her. She didn't really want to be.. but that's probably a story for her to to tell you herself when you're older, if she chooses."

"Were you a pirate too, Daddy?" asked Billy innocently.

"Well, no" Vision replied, a little awkwardly. "I was just a.."

"Your Daddy was a hero" Wanda interrupted as she stepped outside to join them, baby Viv nursing at her breast. She thrived as a Mother. "Like the ones in your storybooks, who save damsels from pirates."

"Really?" Tommy still seemed a little incredulous.

"Really" Wanda nodded.

"Oh, I'm not so sure about that.." Vision blushed.

"I am" Wanda kissed his cheek, and Vision was happily distracted, until a man on horseback came riding up outside the House,

"Excuse me, I was told I would find a man by the name of Vision at this residence.."

Vision didn't recognise the man, but he did recognise the sigil on his shirt, and his face paled.

"Wanda, take the children inside.."

"Vizh.." Wanda frowned.

"Now, Please.."

"Alright.." Wanda's frown deepened, but she followed her husband's instructions, ushering the boys inside. "Come on Tommy, Billy, it is time for lunch anyway.."

Vision turned his attention back to the unwanted visitor.

"I am Vision.."

"The son of Lord Ultron?" The man questioned, hopping down from his horse.

"His bastard son" Vision clarified. "Who is asking?"

"My name is Philip Coulson. I was sent to find you.. and let me tell you, you are quite a hard man to find."

"Well, kidnap victims can't exactly leave a forwarding address" Vision frowned. "What does my Father want? Why look for me now, after all these years of clearly not giving a damn?"

"Well.." Coulson shifted uncomfortably, "Lord Ultron is dying.. and when he leaves this world, he is leaving without issue, save for you, Vision. You stand to inherit everything, his lands and title.."

Vision listened, rather dumbstruck, as Coulson continued. Listened to him explain everything, that there was a ship waiting to take him home, to officially accept or reject his inheritance.

He quietly thanked Coulson for the message, but said he needed some time to think, and headed inside.

Wanda tried to ask him what had happened, but Vision headed straight for the room they shared, needing a moment alone.

He felt sick. He was torn. Vision had promised himself that his children would have the very best he could offer, and what better could their be than a Lordship and riches and a fine old house? The problem was, Vision was not sure he could face returning to a place where he had been so clearly unwanted, unloved, abused.

It wasn't until quite sometime later that Wanda joined him, sitting beside him on their bed.

"Where are the children?" He asked quietly.

"I dropped them next door with Scott and Hope."

"Vivian is still nursing.."

"I fed her again before I took them. She'll be fine for a while, Hope can just bring her home if she gets fussy." After a long pause, Wanda Finally asked, "That man.. did you know him?"

"No" Vision replied, "But I recognised the symbol he wore.. My Father's Family crest."

"Oh.."

"He's dying.. Everything could be mine, if I want it.."

"Do you want it?" She shuffled closer to him, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. Though they could speak freely nowadays, much of the couple's communication still came through touch. The difference was that they didn't have to hide it.

"I.. I don't know" Vision sighed. "I promised myself that you and the children would always have the best of everything. This could be a way to give you that.. But I don't think I want anything from him.."

"Then don't take it.."

"But it's not just about me" Vision argued. "I.."

"Shh."

"But.."

"Shh.." Wanda pressed a finger to his lips. It was true that they communicated through actions as much as words, but at that time, she intended to use both. "Close your eyes, Vizh. Let me tell you a very important story."

"A story?" Vision closed his eyes, without asking why. Wanda usually knew what she was doing. When she tugged at his shirt, Vision raised his arms so she could remove it, not objecting to her action.

"Mmmhm. It's about a girl who was broken, and a boy who was lost.." She ran her fingers gently over the scars on his back, some from his lashing at Rumlow's hands, but most had existed long before he was ever brought aboard the Hydra.

"It sounds familiar.." A smile tugged at Vision's lips.

"Does it? Maybe it is. The broken girl and the lost boy were in an unpleasant place, trapped with very bad people.."

"Oh no.."

"The lost boy became the most important person in the world to the broken girl, because he was the only person that she knew would never, ever hurt her."

"Never.." Vision's breath caught, because Wanda had climbed into his lap, and felt her skin brush against his chest, soft and warm and obviously naked. She had been insecure recently, still carrying a little extra weight after baby Viv's birth, and, wondered if this was why she had asked him to close his eyes, though it shouldn't have mattered. She was always beautiful to him, always would be, no matter how her body changed with age. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, finding the right spot even without the use of his eyes.

"But the girl was scared she might hurt him, or that someone else would.." Wanda sighed at the kiss, peppering little kisses over Vision's chest in response, over his face, and toyed at the fastenings of his trousers. "That she would lose him.."

"That will never happen.." He shifted his hips, helping Wanda free him from his trousers.

"She knows now.." Wanda kissed him, softly but passionately. "She knows, because the lost boy helped put the broken girl back together.."

"And when he was with her, the lost boy didn't feel so lost anymore.." Vision gasped, feeling Wanda sink onto him, beginning to rock her hips against him, and opened his eyes to meet her sparkling green ones. "I love you.. so much."

"I love you too.. you have no idea how much.."

She kissed him again, deeply, and Vision returned it, only breaking it to shower kisses over other parts of her body, any mark or blemish or perceived imperfection. He moved with Wanda, matching her quick pace. They were not rushing, not really, but neither could they afford to be leisurely. Their children could not remain next door forever. Vision could feel Wanda nearing her release, and only when she reached it, with a soft cry into his shoulder, did he let himself go, her name on his lips.

Vision fell back onto the bed, and Wanda collapsed on top of him, breathless. For just a moment, he was reminded of the night she had tried to break up with him, only this time, when Vision looked at her like she had hung the moon, Wanda simply smiled, a light blush colouring her cheeks. After taking a few moments to catch her breath, she propped herself up on one elbow, stroking his cheek with her other hand.

"Hello.." Vision blushed.

"Hello" Wanda chuckled. "Did you like the story? More importantly, did you understand it?"

"Well.."

"I didn't fall in love with the son of a Lord" Wanda continued. "I fell in love with a sweet Cabin Boy who was kind to me when I'd forgotten how that felt."

"I know.."

"And the kids don't care that you're a Lord. They love you because you make time to play with them. You already give us the best because you make us all happy."

"I do?" Vision smiled.

"You do" Wanda nodded. "And we don't need piles of money or a grand house to stay that way. So, this thing with your Father, is a decision you need to make for yourself, not me or the kids. Just know that we'll all love you, no matter what that choice is.."

"You're very smart, did you know that?" Vision chuckled.

"Of course" Wanda smirked.

Vision thought for a long moment, stroking Wanda's hair.

"I don't want my Father's title.. But I think I need to see him.. Tell him myself that I don't want it, get some sort of closure. And if he really is dying, this might be my last chance.."

"Then we are going."

"We?" Vision frowned.

"Well, you didn't think I'd let you go alone, did you? Besides, the boys would love to go on a ship.."

"That is true.."

A little reluctantly, Wanda moved off him to look for her clothes so she could go retrieve their children, and for a moment, Vision was happily distracted. Wanda blushed.

"You really think I'm still.."

"Beautiful?" Vision smiled. "Of course. Always."

Wanda's blush deepened, and she threw Vision's trousers at him.

"Get dressed, and start packing.. we're going on a trip."