AN: Enjoy!

Working together to retrace their steps, the pair soon located Vision's missing glasses, after which Vision officially departed, still seeming reluctant to do so.

Wanda sighed, returning to her spot in front of the TV, and zoned out for a while. Until, eventually, she received a phone call, the name 'Clint' flashing across the screen, along with a smiling picture of a man who was the closest thing Wanda had left to a Father. She hesitated for just a moment, then answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey, kiddo" Clint's voice echoed through the phone. "We were worried about you."

"I spoke to Laura yesterday.." Wanda frowned. "I'm not a child, you don't have to man the panic stations if I don't call home every few hours."

"I know, I know.. But you had your Grief Group last night, right?"

"Uh.. yeah" She winced a little at the memory of her outburst.

"How's that going for you? How are you feeling?"

Wanda sighed again. She knew that Laura was probably listening in on this call.. Could almost see her hovering by Clint's ear, telling him what questions to ask. The Bartons had put up with more than a lot of Foster Parents would have, steering she and Pietro through their troubled teen years until they had emerged as mostly functional adults on the other side.

Wanda hated that she was still a source of worry for them, and didn't want to make things worse by telling the whole story of the previous night. Grief Group had gone terribly. But maybe, she could put her focus on the second question.

How was she feeling? Wanda was still broken. Still a shell of who she had been before her brother's death. But she thought of Vision. How he'd listened without judgement. How he'd shared his own pain, how he'd held her, told her she was beautiful. How they had made love, forgetting the world for just a little while, remembering that, despite the pain and the grief in their hearts, moments of pleasure were still possible. How they had cried together, each reminding the other that they were not alone.

Yes, she was still broken. But Today, putting a bit of glue on the cracks felt just a little less impossible.

"I.. I'm feeling okay, Today. A little better."

"That's great, kiddo" Clint's voice clearly perked up. "You think you might be able to make it to Sunday dinner? Not this Sunday, Cooper''ll be at camp and he wouldn't want to miss you.. But next week? The kids have been asking about you, and baby Nate's getting so big. He might even start walking soon."

Baby Nate, aka Nathaniel Pietro Barton, had been born a few weeks after Pietro's death. He was the sweetest little thing imaginable, and while Wanda loved him just as much as her other Foster Siblings, Cooper and Lila, his name, while given for a beautiful reason, proved a sometimes painful reminder of what she had lost, and kept Wanda from visiting as much as she probably should have. Still, she couldn't avoid the Bartons forever, nor did she really want to.

"I.. I might be able to make an appearance.. Do you want me to bring anything?"

"Uh.." a pause. "Just yourself."

"Okay. See you next Sunday."

"Yeah. See you then!"

The clear happiness in Clint's voice at her agreeing to dinner lifted Wanda's spirits for a moment or two.

But.. it was strange to say, but since Vision had left, the apartment felt strangely.. empty, even more so than usual.

It couldn't be that Wanda missed him. Definitely not that was crazy. How could she miss a man that she'd known only in passing, spoken to for a night, slept with once, and might never see again, if she didn't go back to Grief Group.

She hadn't decided yet what she was going to do about that. After her outburst over the donuts, chances are that the group would turn her away at the door if she showed up at the next meeting. It would probably be best to save herself from the potential embarrassment and just not go. But as Vision had said, they weren't a very good grief group if they kicked her out over a grief fuelled outburst. It didn't seem like a bad group. Sometimes, rarely, even if only as an excuse to force herself out of the house, it did actually help.

And Vision would be there.

Wanda groaned,slapping her hand against her forehead.

She and Vision had had sex to distract each other from their grief. It had been good sex, sure, but that was all it was. A one-night stand. And yeah, maybe the talk afterwards had been nice, and helping him had made her feel better, and he was so very sweet..

But he was not part of the criteria that she would use to decide whether or not she went back to the grief group. Definitely not. Not at all.

However.. If she did go back, and he just happened to be there.. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad.

So, the following week, Wanda nervously returned to the Community Centre.

As she took her first few steps into the meeting room, she tried avoiding eye contact with everyone. A few people seemed slightly uncomfortable with her presence, but no one openly objected. Wanda gave the snack table a wide berth, and kept walking, taking her usual seat..

And there, sitting directly across from her as he always was, was Vision.

The moment their eyes met, electricity sparked beneath Wanda's skin, memories of their night together flooding back to her.

He waved at her, and smiled, what he hoped was a comforting smile.

She waved back, blushing a little.

They both sat, politely listening as the other group members spoke, but Wanda and Vision really only had eyes for each other. When the meeting ended, the room slowly emptying, Vision quietly approached her.

"Hello.."

"H-Hi.." Wanda's breath caught.

"Would you.. Uh.." Vision nervously fiddled with his glasses. "Would you like a lift home?"

"Yes" said Wanda, without hesitation. "Yes I would."

It had never really occurred to Wanda that her dalliance with Vision would ever be more than one night, as beautiful as that night had been.

At the same time, however, she somehow wasn't at all surprised when she found herself naked in bed with him once again, with him on top of her, inside her.

His lips on her neck, Her leg hooked around his back, trying to urge him deeper with each thrust, until he hit that special spot inside that was just where she needed him to be, and Wanda cried out, her muscles convulsing in the sweet release that was somehow sweeter with him, and sweeter still when he followed her over that edge with a soft grunt and a final shuddering jerk of his hips.

They both took some time to catch their breath, and Vision blushed and buried his face in the crook of Wanda's neck.

"You will probably think I am insane for saying this.." He murmured, "But.."

"But what?" Wanda found his shyness in the face of what they had just done wonderfully endearing. Her fingers toyed with the golden hair at the nape of his neck.

"I think.. I think I missed you."

"Oh, you're definitely insane" Wanda replied, "But that's okay.."

"It is?" Vision looked up, initially embarrassed, only for his expression to morph into adorable confusion when she laughed.

"Mmmhm.. I think we're both a little insane. I missed you too."

"Oh.." Vision paused, then smiled.

For a little while longer, they could be content with their mutual insanity.