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And so, Wanda and Vision retrieved their children from next door, leaving a message with Scott to let Vision's customers know where they were going, and while they weren't exactly sure when, they would definitely be back. Then they packed everything they thought they would all need, and headed down to the dock where Coulson had told them a ship would be waiting. Though it wasn't the easiest object to carry around, they had brought Vivian's cradle, the one that had once been Billy's, with them, as neither Vision nor Wanda were convinced that the ship would have a safe place for a baby of Viv's age to sleep.

Unfortunately, Wanda and Vision had not been entirely prepared for the mental toll that being at sea again would take on them. The Avenger was a very different ship to The Hydra, clean and polished, the crew well disciplined. Despite all the differences, the atmosphere was similar enough to spark unpleasant memories in both of them. For Wanda, it was when she had been first brought aboard the ship after the deaths of her parents, then the death of her brother, and later, those horrible few minutes when she had believed Vision dead too. For Vision, it was being thrown onto the deck the night he'd been taken, and the day he'd seen Wanda knocked unconscious, which of course, had lead to him being whipped by Rumlow. Then, of course, there was the day that Wanda had failed to return from a raid, resulting in the night Vision had left Rumlow bleeding to death on the deck.

They coped with the unpleasant memories by staying close, because they were each other's safe place, and making sure their children never strayed far from their sight.

The twins, as expected, were excited to sail on a ship for the first time. At least, they had been to begin with, and Tommy still was. Billy, however, tended to pick up on his parents energy, and so, their unease was affecting him. While Tommy scurried about the boat, asking crew members questions about how things worked, Billy had taken to hiding behind Wanda's skirts, or clinging to Vision's hand.

It was for Billy's benefit that Wanda and Vision tried to remember that they had some good memories at sea too. Vision remembered Wanda standing up to Rumlow to save his life. At the time, he hadn't understood just how brave an act that was, but now he did, and he would forever be grateful.

Wanda remembered Vision quietly sharing food with her, although he was already given less than everyone else on board. She remembered very well the first night she had curled up beside Vision, because it was the first time, since Pietro died, that she had felt safe sleeping on The Hydra.

They both remembered, in clear, beautiful detail, losing their virginity to each other on the deck, beneath the stars. The first part of that story wasn't something they could share with their children, but the stars they could.

So, one night when the sky was clear, they found a spot on the deck where they wouldn't get in the way. Vision lay down, with Tommy and Billy laying on one side of him, and Wanda sitting on the other, cradling baby Viv. He pointed up at the sky, at the stars, beginning by telling the boys the few genuine constellations that he knew. Then, he began pointing out the ones Wanda had taught him.

"Those are Mama and Uncle Pietro's special constellations" Vision told the twins, because as special as they were to him now, those stars had belonged to Wanda and her brother long before he had entered the picture.

Wanda, deeply touched by her husband's acknowledgement of her twin, immediately leaned over to kiss him.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Eew!" Tommy complained, while Billy simply giggled.

Thankfully, for both Wanda and Vision's state of mind, the voyage was a short one. After everything he'd gone through, Vision had been rather surprised to discover that he had ended up just five days sail from where he had started out.

He had felt horribly nervous, and just a little bit sick, as he approached his childhood home for the first time since his kidnapping. As grand and beautiful as it was on the outside, the inside held only bad memories. Wanda squeezed his hand, and he took a deep breath, trying to relax himself. The sooner he said everything he needed to say to Lord Ultron, and really, truly be free of his past, the sooner they could return home.

Wanda and Vision left the boys in the care of Coulson, who had seemed a nice enough fellow on the ship, but kept baby Viv with them as a servant led them through the grand halls, towards the bedchamber in which Lord Ultron lay dying. Vision shuddered as he stepped inside, keeping Wanda and Viv behind him, protective of them, though he need not have worried.

Lying there on what would soon be his deathbed, Lord Ultron looked much smaller than Vision remembered, his eyes horribly bloodshot, breaths shaky and shallow. At first glance, it seemed unlikely that he would be hurting anyone anymore, at least not physically. But when he spoke, his voice was as cold and cruel as Vision had always known it to be.

"So.. The prodigal son returns."

Vision tried to speak, to say all the things he had come to say, but he froze, his throat feeling as though it had closed up, and no sound would come. Wanda, sensing his distress, gently placed Viv in his arms, and turned to confront Ultron in his stead.

"No thanks to you" She glared at the dying Lord.

"The boy being weak enough to let himself be kidnapped" Ultron paused for a few moments, coughing, "Is his own problem, not mine."

"You don't know him at all!" Wanda snapped. "You don't know everything he's faced, everything he's done.."

"I don't know how he's fooled you, girl, but he's weak. A disappointment. I always tried to toughen him up, but nothing worked" said Ultron, coughing again. "I wouldn't have sent for him at all except that I have not produced any more worthy heirs. In that, I suppose I have proved a disappointment to myself. Now, I am left with no choice but to leave everything to my bastard, and, I assume, that little creature squirming in his arms.."

Baby Viv's warm weight in his arms, her little hand reaching out of the blankets to touch his face, was of great comfort to Vision. His children were his world, and for his daughter he found his voice, though his words were still quiet.

"Her name is Vivian.."

"Her?" Lord Ultron's nose wrinkled. "You couldn't even make an heir right.."

Vision's eyes flared, and he clutched Viv closer to his chest. Nobody said a word against his child and got away with it, not even his hated, feared Father.

"Neither could you, If you think I'm such a disappointment" He growled. "I'd have no problem at all leaving everything to Viv, if she were my one and only. But for your information, Vivian is my third child. Our first two are twin boys."

"Well.. maybe you did one thing right."

"Let me do one more thing right" Vision continued. "The thing I came here to do in the first place.. To tell you I don't want or need anything from you. I don't want your house or your money or your title. I'm not taking any of it. My family and I are going home."

Vision shifted Viv to one arm, and took Wanda's hand. She smiled at him, a proud smile. He smiled back, and they turned to leave.

"Wait!" Ultron shrieked, his voice cracking. "You can't go. You're all that's left. The Ultron name will die, this house will crumble.."

"Let it" Vision shrugged, as he and Wanda left the room. "Let your legacy be dust. I am building my own.."

Ultron continued to scream as they departed, but Vision ignored it. He couldn't hurt him anymore.

As they made their way back out, Wanda gently squeezed Vision's hand.

"Hey.. are you okay?"

"I am.." He kissed her cheek. "Thank you for being brave for me, until I was ready."

"It was easy" She smiled. "You've done the same for me plenty of times.."

As soon as they stepped outside, one twin barrelled into each of their legs.

"Mama!" cried Billy.

"Daddy!" yelled Tommy.

"Can we go home now?" Billy looked up at his Mother hopefully. "Something feels yucky here.."

"Hmm.." She gently ruffled Billy's hair, turning to her Husband. "What do you think, Vizh?"

A smile slowly spread over Vision's face, a huge weight lifting from his shoulders. Neither he nor Wanda were held back by their past anymore. They were finally, truly free.

"Yes.. let's go home."

He pulled Wanda close, smiling as she instinctively curled into his side as they headed back towards the dock, baby Viv in the crook of his arm, the boys running along in front of him.

As long as he had his family, he would always be Home.