( This is kinda a mix of two episodes )
It started with a prenatal check-up, when Dr. Ramos told them they were having twins.
Vision was both delighted and terrified by the news. "Twins?" he echoed.
She nodded. "Two healthy, active fetuses."
Vision glanced at Wanda. He couldn't tell what she was thinking or feeling.
"Twins," she said to herself.
"I know it's surprising news," Dr. Ramos said. "Not exactly what you signed up for."
"I knew it was possible," Wanda said. "It runs in my family." She managed a small smile. "But this does mean we'll be even busier than we thought."
Vision smiled and took her hand. "I am confident we will rise to the occasion."
Dr. Ramos smiled. "You'll have to choose twice as many names. And I can tell you from experience, motherhood takes a lot of work. If you have family that lives nearby, or a godparent or friends who could look after your babies a couple of times a month to give you and your husband a night out, it will be a life saver."
Dr. Ramos gave them some information on what to expect during this stage of the pregnancy, and recommended some books for them to check out at the library. Vision paid close attention and asked a few questions. Wanda stayed silent for the rest of the appointment.
She still seemed distracted and troubled when they walked out of the office.
"Are you alright?" Vision asked her.
"Yeah."
"How do you feel about having twins?"
"I don't know. Does it matter how I feel? Whether I'm happy or sad about it, we're having twins.
"Mixed feelings are natural. Especially for you in this circumstance. Because of Pietro."
He'd been worried how she would take his observation, but she only nodded.
"In one way, I'm excited. Pietro and I were so close, I want our children to have that kind of relationship. But I'm also scared. I don't want them to have the kind of life Pietro and I had."
"They won't. Their lives will be different. Their relationship might also be different. They may not get along at all."
Wanda smiled and nodded. "You're right. I have no reason to be worried. I guess I'm just being superstitious."
Their conversation turned to lighter matters, and Vision thought Wanda would be okay.
That night, there was a thunder storm, which was unusual. Other than the night Vision first came to Westview, the only rain he could recall had been gentle, refreshing showers. This wasn't a violent storm, but it has steady rain and nearly constant rumbling thunder.
It was usually mumbles, but sometimes Vision could make out words and phrases, sometimes in Sokovian, which was a language she never spoke.
She would never remember what she'd been dreaming about once she woke up.
By this point in her pregnancy she was frequently getting up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom or get a snack, so when on another thundery night she left the bed around 3 a.m., he didn't think much of it until he heard the front door open.
He flew out of bed and through the wall, finding Wanda walking barefoot along the road. He approached her. "Wanda?"
The manhole cover had been moved and a man dressed in a beekeeper suit was standing there.
"No" Wanda said, suddenly time began to rewind to where the man hadn't came through the manhole cover.
She began to shiver. Vision wrapped his arms around her. "Let's go home."
She nodded.
They walked away. Neither of them saw what was lying between the bushes in the dark yard.
