"Good morning, sweetheart."
Every morning started like this now. Vision pulling her close and placing an innocent kiss on her forehead. Wanda still drowsy enough to think that he's actually there somehow. She was always a little upset to remember that he wasn't, but thankful that she could enjoy the illusion day after day until they met again.
She didn't know what she'd done to deserve someone as wonderful as him, and somehow he felt exactly the same about her.
"I'm going to be very busy today, putting things together for our trip. But, if you need me, you know exactly where to find me."
"You really are the best, Vis!"
Itineraries, clothes, planning, even developing advanced tech was the easy part. Now that all of that was done, Vision began to get nervous. No matter what he tried or how he presented it, he didn't know how Wanda was going to react to the information he'd learned.
As he started to put it together, he focused on all of the things that made his sweet Wanda so amazing.
She was strong, especially when she had to be. He imagined the power coursing through her veins, saving their Avenger family from death he was certain would've happened had she not been in Sokovia that day.
She was loyal, even when he was stupid. He thought about how much he regretted confining her to the compound under his creator's orders. This was his biggest regret in life, yet she dared to love him anyways. He let himself soak into the feeling of regret being washed out by forgiveness and love.
She was resilient. After all she had been through in life, she should've been a shell, a broken, empty woman. She was far from that. He dwelled for a moment on his understanding of her as a whole. She had accomplished so much the past few years. She had been through the unthinkable and still came out full of life and fire and love in abundance that should not have been possible.
She was smart. Not in the super-genius way that Mr. Stark or Dr. Banner were, but in her own special way that meant she understood things that no one else could, in a way no one else could.
She was empathetic, and caring in ways no one else was. He thought about how intensely she felt the emotions of people she was reading. He thought about how she shared her understanding with him in ways he could grasp; how she helped to make him more human with each passing day.
She was beautiful. Never in his life had he seen someone that attracted him so much.
She was unique, and special, and lovely in ways that only Wanda could be. It didn't matter to him what label anyone might put on her, he loved his Wanda all the same.
But now, with this information, came context. To him, her being autistic had the same informational meaning as her having fair skin. It was just a part of her that meant she had to be taken care of in a specific way. Now that he knows what that way is, he can do the best that he can for her, all out of love. There was no reason to see this as a negative thing, like the world seemed to see it. There was no reason to tell anyone, if she didn't want to. It could be their little secret.
He repeated it an in his head, willing it to stay. Usually it wasn't a problem for his computerized mind to remember something but his nervous energy was sabotaging all of his attempts to hold it together.
He wondered how he would do this. As he remembered his promise to her, that he would figure out how to help, his determination strengthened. Exactly as he'd rehearsed, then.