Something was coming. Wanda felt it deep. Her power swirled restlessly inside her.

Just like before.

She tried to ignore it, tried to tell herself everything was fine. She had the television on. This was one of her favorite episodes.

But it kept getting stronger. She could feel the energy building, feel it approach a breaking point.

With daybreak brightening the windows, Vision slowly and carefully lay the sleeping Wanda on the couch, covering her with the blanket she'd given him last night.

He looked around the house. No one else seemed to be there.

The house was tidy and comfortably furnished, not quite small enough to be called 'cozy'. The books on the bookshelves were mostly worn paperback novels from a variety of genres. There was a TV on a cabinet, a sewing machine on a table.

Something didn't seem right. Something seemed...off. It was as if something were missing, or incongruous, but he couldn't think of what.

The sense of unease passed as quickly and inexplicably as it came.

In the kitchen he found several cookbooks and a well-stocked pantry. He looked up a few different recipes before deciding to make fried eggs, which soon accidentally became scrambled eggs. As they cooked, he put some bread in the toaster and prepared coffee. He dished it all up and set it at the dining room table.

Wanda appeared at the door as if on cue.

"Good morning," he greeted her.

"Good morning." She smiled sleepily at him. "When I woke up, I thought I must have dreamed you, and then I smelled breakfast."

He didn't know how to respond to that, so only said, "I hope you slept well." He kissed the top of her head, but hesitated, noticing something.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"You cut your hair."

"You don't like it?"

"I do like it," he assured her. It was cut about shoulder length, giving it a fullness and bounce he'd never seen in her hair before. But the implication of the haircut, like the house, was troubling. "Has it been a long time?"

"It's been...a while. Why?"

"I don't wish to presume... I wouldn't want to make things complicated for you if...if you've found someone else while I've been gone."

She gave him such a perplexed frown that for a moment he thought he hadn't made himself understood, but then she shook her head and smiled. "It has not been nearly that long." She took his hand, interlacing her fingers with his. "There is no one else. Only you."

"Okay," he breathed in relief. He gave into his urge to kiss her lips. She moaned, which compelled him to kiss her more deeply. She moved closer to him.

He reluctantly broke the kiss. His lips ached at the sudden deprivation, and he soothed them by placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

"You should eat before your breakfast goes cold," he said.

She laughed softly, sounding out of breath. "You're always trying to take care of me."

"I always will."

She sat down at the table. "I am going to eat because this smells delicious, but then I'm going to welcome you home properly."

"'Home'?"

"That's where we are, if you want it to be. You asked me to stay with you once. Now I'm asking you: stay with me, Vision. No one will find us here. We can live a normal, ordinary life. Together."

It was what he wanted most, what he'd never been offered. An ordinary life—a home—with Wanda.

"Of course."

She smiled, and turned her attention to her eggs and toast. "This is delicious, by the way," she said.

He stood beside her and ran his fingers through her soft hair, blissfully content.

On the outskirts of Westview the red static was still flickering as a figure is seen walking towards the town.