A single ray of sunlight cut the pillow and the woman's face. She lifted one eyelid, looking at the curtain. It was enough to move it. She wanted to get up, but muscular arm pressed harder against her body. She heard a faint growl of disapproval.

- I just want to cover the window ... - she whispered, which softened his hug. Correcting the curtain, she glanced at the bed. Sleeping, Percival looked like a thirty-year-old, free from worries and concern.

She returned under the covers, feeling the chill on her skin. She slid her feet close to the man's legs. He hissed, feeling cold. He threw his arm over her again. Feeling slow, regular breath on her back, she smiled under her breath. If they could endure forever. At the moment she couldn't believe that the world around them was devouring by approaching darkness. She closed her eyes, tired after the night.

Something awakened her as if she were shaking her bed. The light of the day was visible on the ceiling. She lay pressed against the bed and various objects flew around the room. She turned to her husband, who was huddled back to her, covering his head with her hands. He was muttering one word under his breath. She rose on her elbow and touched his arm. Suddenly he sprang up and all the levitating objects fell to the floor with a clatter. Agatha wanted to look into his face, but he turned his back on her and pulled a handkerchief from the trousers lying on the floor. He wiped his nose and eyes, shivering slightly.

- Percy ... what's going on?

- I wish I know ...

- And I thought you were „Percival Graves, a man who knows everything".

The man turned to her with seriousness in his eyes. She saw that something's lying on his heart, knowing perfectly well that he would keep it to himself. She sighed, stroking his cheek and pulling him, kissing him. She frowned, feeling the metallic tang in her mouth. She moved away, sitting on the bed.

The man wiped her lip, red from his blood. He had no doubt that the interrogation ended with a curse. He just had to find out what was it. But now all he wanted was his wonderful wife.

- Don't worry.

- Percy, I see something is happening. I know you don't like telling me anything, for safety reasons ... but please, if it's really bad ...

- I will tell you everything.

Agatha wasn't convinced by his quick response, but she didn't have time to dwell on it, feeling a hot hand on her thigh. With her hand she began to wander over his belly, but he moved away, lying between her parted legs.

- Lie down. You look exhausted.

She wasn't going to argue with him. She felt sleepy, sore and terribly tired. It's just that he didn't look better himself. The hair he wore brushed back, now, freshly washed and dried over the night, dropped lightly on his face and shaven side of his head with light waves. The bruises under his eyes were very distinct. He winced as he heard his spine crack. Agatha chuckled, though she felt guilty.

- Are you laughing at your old man? - he leaned over her and put his lips into a delicate place at the base of her neck.

- Stop! It tickles.

He didn't know how long they lasted. Silky hair tickled his face, trembling hands leaning against his shoulders. He had the impression that she would fall on him at any moment. He caught her at the ribs to support her.

- Are you okay?

- I-I can't do it ... - her voice was barely a whisper. Percival smiled, rising carefully. He leaned back against the column, holding his wife close to him. She lay down on his chest, tilting her head over his shoulder, placing a kiss where the scorpion's scabbard "stuck" into the skin of his neck. The feeling of bliss filled her to the brim. A gentle touch of his fingers tracing the trails around her was so wonderfully calming. She stood up slightly. Percival looked at her from under half-closed eyelids. She kissed him gently at the raised corner of his mouth and, throwing the robe on herself, left the room.

They had been living here for almost a month, and she still had the impression that the bedroom was upstairs. They had to find their own corner, because Myra's apartment made her feel depressed. She went to the kitchen, thinking about the breakfast she would do. When she looked out the window, pouring water into the kettle, the figure reflected in the glass. White hair and two-colored eyes.

Sometimes you need victims to make the matter gain strength…

The kettle fell out of her hands. It felt like her chest was lit by a fireball spreading all over her body. She did what Percival taught her. She separated her mind from the body so she won't go crazy. The pain didn't disappear completely, but she could tame it. She remembered more and more details. She saw a woman with blue eyes, black hair high up on her head.

"Let's kill her"

"My dear, patience. You can achieve anything with the right attitude. We don't want to hurt. We just want a little help. Let's try something different ... "

- Agatha! Aggie !

No, he can't see him. If he sees him, she won't be able to keep the barrier ... Not now, when she missed him so much. She had to think about something else. But it didn't help. He stood in front of her, dressed in black pants, loose in slim hips and a T-shirt. His home outfit. She felt the pain piercing her shoulders. Too late… Now he will know everything. She only managed to whisper:

- Forgive me...

Percival had already summoned Auror's medallion from the bedroom, but before he could summon the Healer, Agatha embraced his face, staring at him consciously.

- Percy?

- You're back.

- I was here all the time, silly.

But his eyes said something completely different. They were both crouched on the floor among the remains of porcelain. Graves lifted her and carefully put his bare feet, carrying her to the couch in the living room.

- It was a vision?

Agatha nodded, feeling a sharp pain in sore throat. As if she was screaming for a long time.

- The last one was five years ago. I thought I wouldn't have them anymore.

- What did you see?

- A woman, but I don't know how she looked. And a man. They tortured someone ...

- I'll take you to the hospital.

- No!

She stood up quickly, stumbling over the table. Percival caught her, protected her from falling and pulled her to him. She winced as if she felt pain. Surprise appeared on her face.

- What's going on? What's happening?

She took his hand and pressed it to her belly. Graves felt his heart stopping. But under his fingers he felt something gently moving.

- Is it ... child's moving ...?

She nodded, feeling it again. Seeing her husband's damp eyes, Agatha felt she was returning to the living. His joy kept her whole. She was afraid, however, that it wouldn't take long. Especially when she knew she could be his ruin.

- Percy? Could we go for a walk?

- Of course.

Agatha looked at the mirror for the last time before leaving the house. Will they ever be able to go for a walk once again, wearing their own faces? A freckled brunette with brown eyes stared at her from the mirror. However, she left her lips. She always did that. If we are to hide, I want to feel your lips at least.

Percival with brown, short hair and blue eyes looked bizarre. She thought she was used to this view. At the wedding, he looked like that. The roguish gaze of dark eyes from under the thick eyebrows disappeared.

They didn't know when they were in Central Park. Children and adults were skating in the middle of the pond. Agatha pulled her thoughtful husband toward the shore. When no one was looking, she waved her wand, changing shoes into skates. Percival caught her arm tightly before she could get on the ice.

- You want to skate? In your state?

- Percival, I'm pregnant for God's sake. I'm not dying.

- Yes but…

- Then stop me.

She pulled her arm out of his grip and jumped on the ice. She staggered, but quickly straightened up and, with one graceful movement, she drove deep into the people. Her laughter carried around her. This sound summoned a smile on the man's face. She didn't have the opportunity to enjoy this last time. Seeing, however, how unintentionally someone falls into her, Graves rolled his eyes and muttered the spell. Uncertainly, he entered the slippery pond and tried to reach his wife. Taking too long a step, legs went under him. Agatha could not help but laugh at him as she rode up to him. The sight of a serious Security Director, making unintentional splits, amused her with tears.

- And I thought you finally learned last winter.

- I haven't done it for a long time.

He stood awkwardly, feeling that he ripped his pants. Good that his coat was long enough to cover it. In the end, he caught his balance and found the right pace of the ride. He chased Agatha, too focused on her being safe, to feel pleasure from skating. He stumbled from time to time. Of course his wife had a natural talent. He even had the impression that she was hovering a few millimeters above the ice.

Finally, she stopped under a stone bridge. Percival caught up with her, now bracing himself against the rocks. Holding on to them, he leaned over her, trying to kiss her red lips. Her cheeks were pink from frost and riding. Breath shallow from effort.

- Maybe some rest? The little one will skate on his own feet.

- How do you know it's him? - the woman turned her face, remembering the words of someone else.

- Just a hunch.

Agatha finally smiled and kissed her husband. She wanted to remember this moment forever.