AN: Enjoy!

They both laid there, teary-eyed for a while longer, exactly how long neither of them was sure. Eventually, Vision moved, to dispose of the condom and use the bathroom, but to Wanda's slight surprise, he returned afterwards, sitting beside her on the bed.

"You don't have to stay.." She murmured, wiping the remnants of the tears from her face. "We both know what this was.. besides, you probably need to get back to your daughter."

"My daughter is staying at a friend's.. I don't have to rush off" said Vision. "U-Unless you want me to go, then of course, I will.."

"No" said Wanda, a little embarrassed by how quickly the word slipped out of her mouth. "You don't have to go.."

"Then I think I will stay.. for a while."

Quite shyly, Vision reached for her, and Wanda found herself curling into his arms, her head resting against his shoulder. It shouldn't have felt quite so comfortable, being completely naked in the arms of a man she barely knew, but for some reason, she trusted Vision. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and Wanda felt the tiniest of smiles tugging at the corners of her lips in response to the sweet gesture. They remained snuggled together in comfortable silence for some time, until Wanda finally spoke.

"Sorry, about the crying.. It probably ruined the mood a little."

"I cried too.." Vision pointed out, blushing slightly, and looking down at her with kindness in his vibrant blue eyes. "It was.. a needed release, I suppose, as much as everything else was. Anyway, I don't believe that anyone should ever have to apologise for crying when they really need to."

"You don't?" Wanda asked. "Because I cried over my brother's favourite sports magazine in a newsagent a few weeks back, and that was pretty embarrassing.."

"It shouldn't have to be.." Vision idly ran his fingers through Wanda's hair. "You shouldn't have to be embarrassed about showing how you feel. I've always tried to teach my children that. That it's okay to cry, if you're sad, or in pain.. I fired one of my son's Doctors over it once."

"Oh?" Wanda tried not to sound too interested, but she was. Though she didn't really know him that well, yet, it was already hard for her to imagine Vision being angry enough to fire someone.

"It was an older man, not too long after Vin first fell ill.. I heard he retired not long after this incident" Vision began to explain, without further prompting. Wanda was easy to talk to. "They were doing a lot of tests.. It took a long time, and Vin was tired and sore, after being poked and prodded all day.. So he cried."

"That's understandable.."

"And the Doctor.. he told him.. he told my poor brave boy to buck up and stop crying, that they were almost done.. And I told him to get away from my son, that I wanted a different Doctor.." Vision was almost shaking by the end of his tale, a clear catch in his breath, a lump forming in his throat. And then he felt Wanda's hand on his cheek.

"Vision.." She whispered, her already broken heart breaking even more for him. "Vizh, it's okay.. Just breathe.. cry if you need to, like you said. It's okay to cry.."

And so, Vision cried. Wanda shifted their positions, holding him where previously he had been holding her. She held him, and stroked his hair, whispering comfort as he cried into her chest.

For just a little while, able to help someone else with their pain, Wanda felt just a little better.

Vision remained at Wanda's apartment throughout the night. They chatted, cried together some more, snatched a bit of sleep here and there. However, Vision had to leave quite early the following morning, wanting to make sure he was home when his daughter returned.

"Do you think you'll go back to the group?" He asked Wanda, as he gathered his clothes, dragging his feet a little in getting dressed.. as important as it was that he be home for Viv, he found himself reluctant to leave Wanda alone.

"I don't know.." Wanda tugged on a shirt and hunted for a clean pair of underwear, not as comfortable being naked now that Vision wasn't. "They probably don't want me back after what happened last night.."

"They're not a very good grief group if they kick you out after a clearly grief fuelled outburst" Vision frowned.

"That's true.." Wanda retrieved Vin's Shakespeare book from the Nightstand and handed it back to Vision. "But.."

"You said it helps, sometimes.." Vision thanked her with a smile, gently tucking the book into his pocket.

"Not much.."

"But sometimes it does. And maybe, that sometimes is worth giving it another go.."

"Maybe.." Wanda sighed. "I'll think about it.."

"I'll be there."

"But.. you said it doesn't really help you either.." Wanda was confused.

"Not usually.. but sometimes it does." Especially when Wanda was there. Vision, dressed now, knew he really should go. "Well.. I really should get home.."

"Yeah.. okay.." Wanda stood to show him out.

Vision hesitated, just for a moment, then leaned closer to Wanda, and when she made no move to stop him, he kissed her. Not the heated, desperate kisses of the night before, but something softer, gentle, much more tender.

"Thank you, for last night.. for everything" He whispered, blushing. "I didn't know how much I needed.. just.."

"I understand" Wanda managed a small smile. "Thank you, too."

Wanda showed Vision out, and then settled herself on the couch, deciding to watch something on Netflix until someone called to ask her how she'd gone at grief group the previous night.

She'd barely opened the app when there was a knock at the door, and she found a slightly sheepish Vision on the other side.

"Do you, uh, happen to remember where I left my glasses? I'm not really supposed to drive without them.."

For the first time in quite a long while, Wanda felt herself laugh a little, stepping aside to let him back in.

"I'll help you find them.."