AN: Enjoy!

Wanda let Vision lead the way to the donut shop, but upon their arrival, realized that she didn't have her purse on her. She cursed, rather loudly, then winced, spotting a Mother with two young children sitting at a nearby table. The Mother glared at her. Wanda, who had just about reached the end of her rope, was about to unleash on the woman, wondering why the hell she had her kids out for donuts this late anyway, until Vision laid a calming hand on her shoulder. She didn't know why exactly his touch calmed her, but it did.

"It's alright. This is my treat."

"You don't have to.." Wanda frowned. "I'm not anybody's charity case, I can pay my own way in the.."

"I'm sure you can" Vision cut in. "But you have had a bad day. Quite a lot of bad days, I think. And as someone who has had their own fair share of bad days, please allow me the chance to make this one a little better for you."

"Well.. alright."

"Thank you" Vision pulled his wallet from his pocket, but found he wasn't able to get money out with his opposite hand occupied. "Would you hold this for me, for a moment?" He held out his book.

"Alright" Wanda took it rather carefully, sensing that it was special to him.

As Vision headed up to the counter, ordering them a mixed dozen box of donuts to share, Wanda found herself examining the book more closely. The cover was worn, and dog-eared at one corner, so it had clearly been well loved. Without thinking much about it, Wanda opened the book. The name 'Vincent Jarvis' was written neatly in the top corner of the inner cover.

"Trade?" Vision suddenly asked. Wanda hadn't even noticed that he'd returned, and sheepishly handed the book back, taking the box of donuts in exchange.

"I'm sorry.. I wasn't snooping or anything."

"I never said you were" Vision smiled softly.

Wanda was a mess, she knew, and still feeling raw from the incident at grief group, but somehow, Vision's kind demeanour put her at ease. The pair took a seat at a nearby table, and Wanda wasted no time taking a pink glazed donut from the box and taking a bite. She sighed at the familiar doughy sweetness.

"Mmmm.."

"Good?"

"Yeah, thank you" Wanda nodded. She knew it was absolutely none of her business, but she felt like she owed it to Vision now to get to know him, when he was being so kind to her, especially when she was aware that she'd made kind of an ass of herself with her outburst at group. "So.. is Vincent the person you lost? You don't have to answer, I just.."

"It's alright.." Vision tenderly set the book aside before taking a donut for himself. "Yes, Vincent.. Vin.. is the person I lost. He was my son."

"Oh.. I'm so sorry. I.. how old was he, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Thirteen.. He was ill for quite some time, so it was almost a relief when he finally let go, but it has still been hard" Vision swallowed a lump in his throat. "He developed a liking for Shakespeare, so this book went everywhere with him.. Now it goes everywhere with me."

"I understand.." Wanda held up a hand, wiggling her ring-laden fingers and pointing at one. "This one was my brother's. I think it helps to have something to hang onto."

"It does."

"So.." Wanda took another donut, and briefly paused. She was probably asking far too many personal questions, but the conversation was taking Wanda's mind off her own troubled thoughts, and since Vision seemed happy to answer, she went ahead with asking. "His Mother doesn't need the group?"

"No.. Vin's Mother left when the children were small, so for most of their lives it has been just me and them.." Vision's expression darkened a moment, but softened again just as quickly. "I've thought about bringing his sister, Vivian, but I'm not sure Grief Group would help her anymore than it does me.. She and Vin were twins, you see."

Wanda felt tears prick in her eyes. Pietro had been her lifeline. She struggled enough with losing him now, she couldn't imagine what it would have been like to not have had him when they were teenagers."

"I'm sorry.. I won't pretend I know how your daughter feels, but.. I was a twin too, before my brother.."

"You still are."

"What?" Wanda wiped her eyes, looking up to meet Vision's blue ones.. Whoa, were they always that blue?

"You are still a twin" said Vision. "I can't understand what you or Viv are going through, and I never really will, but I saw my twins together, and I know that's not a bond easily broken, not even by death. You are still a twin, even if your brother is no longer with you."

For the first time in a long while, Wanda felt herself smile, just a little, and maybe, almost, felt the tiniest bit better.

"Thank you.."

They were both quiet for a while after that, but it was a comfortable silence. After finishing the box of donuts, Vision tucked Vin's book into his pocket, and they walked together back to the community centre car park. It was later than it would usually be when Wanda walked home, so Vision had offered her a lift.

"I have had a thought" said Vision, as they reached his car, "About why Grief Group seems less helpful to us than it is to others.."

"Okay.." Wanda looked at him, interested. "I'll bite, why?"

"Losing anyone you love is a tragedy, and I would never try to minimalize anyone's grief" Vision began, "But the losses you and I have suffered.. a son, a twin.. are simply different than most. It's something a person has no chance of understanding unless they've felt it for themselves."

"That's true.." Wanda mused.

"And maybe.. that makes it harder to talk about? We have lost someone who was a part of us. We will forever have a missing piece.." Vision scrubbed at the corners of his eyes the same way Wanda had a short time before, tears fogging his glasses. "No words, no time, nothing could make that hurt less.."

Wanda hovered by the passenger door of Vision's car, which he hadn't opened yet. She was strangely drawn to him, and he had been a calming influence on her. Handsome, and sweet, though she hadn't known him long, she already knew he would never hurt her. And, everything he'd just said completely mirrored Wanda's own feelings. Wanda moved closer to Vision. What she was about to do was probably an extremely bad idea, but she couldn't stop herself.

"What if.." She looked up into Vision's deep blue eyes, "There was a way we could make it hurt less?"

"Uh.. What do you mean?"

"To distract ourselves from it, just for a little while?" She moved even closer, reaching up to curl her hand around the back of his head, now just a breath away from him. "Let me distract you.."

Vision's breath caught in his throat as he gazed at her. This was a bad idea, definitely a bad idea, they were both grieving, and it had been so long since he'd been with anyone.. But he had been attending a weekly meeting that did absolutely nothing for him, just so he could see her, and Wanda was pressing against him now, warm and soft and just about the most gorgeous thing in the universe, her eyes almost pleading. So Vision kissed her, and she kissed him back, eagerly, passionately, with lips crashing and tongues tangling, the kind of kiss that was never supposed to be just a kiss.

"Okay.." He whispered, when they were forced to part for air, "Distract me."