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Wanda loved watching Vision. It had been that way ever since the very first time that she had asked him to look again.
Wanda remembered being strangely enchanted with him, watching him speak with Thor as they'd all prepared to head into battle. He'd looked magical, ethereal. He wasn't a monster, far from it, and she felt terrible for ever believing that he was. She'd wanted to approach him, apologise, but after all she'd done to the Avengers, she didn't feel comfortable interrupting his conversation with Thor, and so she had waited, and then Pietro had ruined the moment by throwing a jacket at her, and Wanda realised that she probably wouldn't have time to talk to Vision.
While Wanda did eventually find a moment to apologise, it was not until after the battle, with her entering a state of shock over her brother's sudden death. Still, when Vision had come to sit beside her in one of the escape pods, with many of the other evacuated Sokovians eyeing him suspiciously, Wanda had managed to croak out, between tears and sniffles:
"I'm sorry.."
She didn't say what exactly she was sorry for, but it didn't matter. He seemed to know what she meant.
"I am sorry too, Miss Maximoff.." Vision had replied, "For the loss of your brother.."
Wanda sobbed into his shoulder for the rest of the flight, and he didn't complain at all.
Later, Wanda found herself watching Vision a lot around the Avengers Compound. She liked watching him learn and grow day by day. And eventually, when she was feeling a little better, she helped him learn things, like the perfect amount of time a tea bag needed to steep in a cup, or other special things he couldn't necessarily learn from the internet in his head, like how to wish on stars, or how wonderful the smell of fresh rain could be.
Helping him was a wonderfully pleasant distraction from her grief.
Sometimes, Wanda would catch Vision watching her too, at which point he would blush and stutter and look away, and Wanda would smile shyly.
After the Civil War, and Wanda's escape from the Raft, Vision had to be disguised when he and Wanda spent time together out in the open, for obvious reasons. So, whenever they were hiding away indoors, and he was allowed to drop the disguise, Wanda's eyes rarely left him. She liked him as he was, and would have much preferred that he didn't have to disguise himself at all.
She loved the unique shade of his skin, his vibrantly blue eyes with their mechanical patterns. She loved the music of his laughter when they watched sitcoms or funny films together.
As Wanda and Vision grew even closer, becoming physically intimate, Wanda came to love the sound of his quickened breathing, the sound of his pants and moans as they mingled with her own. The way the sun or moonlight caught the vibranium streaked through his body.
She loved watching the look on his face when he came, his mechanical pupils blown wide and dark, mouth falling open in pure bliss, loved knowing that she was the only one who had ever seen him that way, and as uncertain as things had been for them at the time, somehow knew she was the only one who ever would.
Even though smugness was something that would usually have seemed out of place with him, Wanda had also adored the ever so slightly smug expression that had crossed Vision's face when she told him that he was the only one who had ever truly seen her that way. Not because he was the only man she'd ever slept with, but because he was the only one who had ever bothered to make sure that she reached her release as well as him.
And he continued to make sure, with great enthusiasm, every single time.
After the blip had been reversed, and Wanda had managed to restore Vision as well, she rarely took her eyes off him, or he off her. Wanda needed to keep looking at him, to know that he was really there, really back with her. For Vision, Wanda was his lifeline, his safe place as he went through the process of putting his scrambled memory back together, and he needed to know that she was always close by.
Bit by bit, piece by piece, Vision had succeeded in fixing the parts of himself that had been broken, and slowly, Wanda had done the same. Now the two of them were engaged, planning a wedding, and more confident of a happy future together.
A lot of this was due to the influence of Vision's 'little sister', Morgan Stark.
Morgan was just the sweetest little thing in the Universe, and Wanda loved spending time with her. But more than that, she loved watching Vision with her. In the early days after Vision's resurrection, Morgan had been instrumental in Vision's recovery, luring him out of his shell and into her games, helping him learn to smile and laugh again. She taught him how to play, which was something he'd never really been able to do before, being tied into his responsibilities as an Avenger.
Wanda had loved watching Vision find a kind of freedom he'd never had before, and later, as Morgan had drawn Wanda into their games and claimed her as a sister, Wanda had found her own sense of freedom, too.
However, recently, watching Vision with Morgan had taken on a different, deeper meaning, since he'd revealed that he may want children at some point in the future.
Since that revelation, Wanda couldn't help noticing how wonderful Vision really was with Morgan, in good moments and bad. She'd seen him handle both sides, from fun and laughter to tears and scraped knees. Wanda had helped, when Pepper wasn't around, and she'd discovered that.. She wasn't entirely terrible with small children. Maybe she was actually quite good.
And so Wanda had begun imagining things.
Like Vision cradling a tiny, blanket-swaddled bundle.
Tickling tiny toes or tummies.
Vision playing with a child, their child.
Wanda imagined all the same things for herself, realised they were things that she wanted, quite desperately. She wanted to see Vision as a Father, wanted to know what it was like to be a Mother. Between the two of them, she and Vision made up at least one not entirely broken person.
Between the two of them, they could maybe be decent parents.
It bothered Vision that he could not give Wanda children in the traditional way, but she knew as well as anyone, especially now, that it took more than blood to make a family. And if..
"Wanda!"
Wanda's thoughts were interrupted by Morgan's sweet voice.
"Hello, Morgan. What can I do for you?"
"Me and Vision are gonna play Candy Land" said Morgan, pointing. Vision, sitting on the floor by the game board a short distance away, waved to Wanda. "Do you wanna play too?"
"Of course" Wanda glanced from Morgan to Vision, smiling.
If having children was something they wanted, they could find a way to make it happen.