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Wanda Maximoff had stars in her eyes. She was the first thing Vision ever saw, and that was one of the first things he had ever noticed about her. He didn't know why, or how, but he saw them.
Maybe, it was because she enjoyed looking at the stars in the night sky. This, he had discovered one night in The Avengers compound, when only she and he had been there. She had gone missing for a while, and Vision, following a strange sixth sense he seemed to have developed regarding his teammate, eventually discovered her laying on a rug on the compound's roof, gazing up at the sky.
"Wanda, what are you doing out here? I was.."
"Worried?" Wanda cut him off. "Why? You always seem to know where I am."
"That is true.." Vision replied.
"That should feel weird, but somehow it doesn't.. Anyway, I'm stargazing" She had moved over a little, patting the now empty space beside her on the blanket.
"Stargazing?" Vision laid beside her without really thinking about it.
"Mmhm. It's.. reconfortant. Comforting. I used to do it all the time with Pietro. Helps me feel connected to him, I suppose."
"I see. That makes sense."
"We didn't know many of the real constellations, so we used to play join the dots with the stars and make up our own" She pointed upwards. "See, if you connect that star to that one and that one, and those two over there, it looks a little like a bunny."
"Hmm.." Vision squinted a little. "Yes, I think I see it.."
"You have a go."
"Oh, I don't think I have much of an imagination.."
"You won't know unless you try" Wanda nudged him playfully. "Go on.."
Vision turned his head to look at her, and his breath caught, because the stars in the sky were reflected in Wanda's eyes, as well as the stars he already saw, and though every word on Earth was inside his synthetic computer brain, he thought he now understood what the word 'beautiful' really meant.
"Okay.." Vision turned his gaze back to the sky, trying to see the pictures in the stars that had come so easily to her.
As he'd expected, he wasn't all that good at it.. The most creative image he had come up with was a carrot.. But Wanda had laughed, possibly the first time he had heard her fully surrender to laughter, and Vision felt a strange little flutter in his synthetic heart, because it was one of the most wonderful sounds in the world, and for the first time, Vision knew what it was to feel happy.
After the Civil War, Vision remembered wanting to protest when Wanda had been taken away, but she had not let him.
"They'll hurt you" She'd mouthed, for only him to see.
But it had hurt Vision more, seeing the surveillance footage from The Raft, seeing the light gone from Wanda's eyes. He'd given Captain Rogers all the information he needed to free her, to free them all, needing nothing in return except a promise that she would be safe.
However, then Vision received word that Wanda wanted to see him. Once Vision had perfected his human disguise, the meeting was arranged. He knew she was in the train station where they had planned to meet, even before he had entered. He always knew where she was. And Wanda had known him as soon as she saw him, even with his disguise.
"Hi.." she greeted him rather shyly, toying with a strand of her dyed red hair.
"Hello.." He softly replied. He made note of her scarf, which he knew she was wearing to hide the slowly healing welts on her neck, the thought making him feel rather ill.
They'd hovered awkwardly for a few moments, until Wanda finally spoke.
"Should we walk?"
"Yes, of course.."
They'd walked the streets for hours, until the light of the Sun was replaced with stars and streetlights. Somehow, the ease that had always existed between them returned without either one needing to say a word, and at some point, they realised that they were holding hands.
"I'm sorry.." Vision finally spoke, turning to look Wanda in the eyes. Her beautiful, perfect, sparkling green eyes. "For everything, all of it. I'm sorry for keeping you confined, and sorry for letting you be.."
He yelped, quite startled when Wanda cut him off with a kiss. Vision had never been kissed before, so he wasn't quite sure what to do, or where to put his hands, eventually settling on her waist.
"Sorry.." Wanda blushed a little when she pulled away. "Maybe not the best time for that. Just.. I don't blame you, for any of that."
"You don't?" Vision could see the stars in her eyes once more, and was beginning to think they were just his way of recognising the magic that was her existence.
"No" Wanda continued. "You.. You're good, Vizh. Pure. You want to see the best in everyone and everything until proven otherwise. Sometimes it doesn't work out, but I don't want you to lose that over what happened.
"Oh.." Vision thought for a moment. "Wanda?"
"Yes?"
"Is it alright if I kiss you back?"
She smiled, a wonderfully bright smile.
"It is."
So he did.
One meeting turned into many.
Those first sweet kisses turned into more passionate ones, and soft, shy touches became bolder, braver.
So many nights were spent huddled in their current hideout, a hotel room or a safe house, Vision exploring Wanda's body with his hands or his mouth. He traced the space between her freckles and blemishes, creating constellations on her skin as they had once done in the sky, drawing soft cries of pleasure from her throat with each eager thrust of his hips.
Sometimes, Wanda would roll them so that she was on top, and Vision could see her more fully as she moved over him, her pupils wide and dark, beads of dewy sweat twinkling like stars on her soft, pale skin, crying out his name as she found her release, and he soon followed.
After, he would hold her close, and whisper how much he loved her, as she whispered back the same. The stars were not just in her eyes anymore, they were everywhere. Wanda was a star, precious and unique, the light in Vision's life. He lived to hear her laugh, and see her smile.
He could have stayed there in bed, just holding her, forever. And one day, he wished that he had.
They had both died, but thankfully, after a while, they had both lived again.
And later, after they had had time to heal from their horrible experiences, Vision had asked Wanda to marry him, and to Vision's great delight, she had said yes.
Sometime after that happy event, the two of them made a miracle. Vision saw the wonderful glow that surrounded Wanda as she carried their twin sons, was awed by her strength as she gave birth to them. He loved watching her as a Mother, building a family of her own after she had lost so much.
One night, Vision woke to find that his wife was not beside him, but that was okay. Even without their connection, he would have known where Wanda was.
He got up and padded down the hall, finding Wanda by a window in the nursery, looking out at the stars as she rocked the twins back to sleep after a feed. She turned to him, smiling, before he even said a word.
"Hey, Vizh. I was just telling Tommy and Billy about the time you saw a carrot in the stars."
"I think I may be a little better at joining stars now.." He blushed.
"Yeah" Wanda's smile widened. "I think so too."
And as Vision looked at them, his wife and baby sons, three precious stars that together formed his family, a bright smile spread over his face, and he had to admit she was right.