AN: Enjoy!

Vision couldn't stay as long as he had the previous week, as he needed to get home to his daughter. Thankfully, this time around, he had kept track of his glasses, and his clothes had not been quite so scattered.

"I'm glad you came, Wanda," He said as he pulled on his trousers, and when she smirked at his unintended double entendre, blushed as red as a tomato. "I mean.. I'm glad you came to the grief group."

"I know what you meant" Wanda chuckled, retrieving some of her own clothes so that she could see him out without flashing any of her neighbours. "And yeah.. I'm glad too."

"But I am really sorry I have to rush off on you like this.."

"It's alright, really. Your daughter is your priority."

"She is.." Vision nodded. "But I.. I wouldn't want you to think that I, um.."

"If it bothers you that much, you can always just call me later.."

"Oh.. Well, I.."

"If you'd rather not.." Wanda's heart sank a little.

"Oh no, I would love to!" Said Vision quickly. "I was only going to point out that I would need your number.."

"Oh.." Wanda blushed herself. "Right. Pass me your phone."

"Ah, alright.. uh, here.." Vision, after locating the device among his things, unlocked it and handed it over to her, Wanda handing him her own phone in return.

A pair of smiling blonde youths smiled up at her from Vision's wallpaper, and though she had never met either of them before, felt a pang in her heart at the knowledge that the boy, who looked pale, but happy, was no longer with them, and the poor girl had lost her other half. She knew exactly how that felt.

"Your kids?" She asked, opening the contacts to enter her number.

"Viv and Vin" Vision confirmed, growing wistful. "That was taken on one of Vin's good days.. he didn't have many, those last three or four months, but that day he decided he wanted a picnic in the park, so I let Viv skip School and off we went."

"That was good of you.." Wanda smiled. "You don't seem like a skip School type of guy, Vizh."

He blushed at the nickname.

"I'm not, usually, but rules went out the window when Vin was ill.." He entered his number, then swapped Wanda's phone for his own. "Yours is your brother? He's handsome.."

"Yes, Pietro was quite the ladies' man.. I miss my brother everyday, but finding strange women in the apartment on Sunday mornings is one thing I don't miss.. he was a gentleman about it though, always made sure they got home okay."

"And the little boy.. did your brother have.."

"Oh gosh, no" Wanda laughed, moving to see Vision out. "That's our foster brother, Cooper. I'm going to visit my foster family on Sunday."

"That should be nice."

"I hope so.." Wanda still wasn't quite sure. "Um, do you mind if I call you after that? I might need to vent.."

"Of course" Vision kissed her cheek. "It's nice to have someone to talk to about these things."

"It is.."

"So, that will be sometime Sunday night?"

"Yeah.."

"I'll keep my phone close.. and I will call you sometime Tomorrow, check in.."

"Thank you.." Wanda thought for a moment. "One more thing, Vizh.."

"Yes?" He asked

"I might be overstepping.. I'm probably definitely overstepping, actually. But if.. If your daughter ever needs someone to talk to.. Someone who maybe 'gets it'.. I'm here."

"I don't think you're overstepping" Vision smiled softly. "That's a very nice offer, I'll keep that in mind. Speak later, then?"

"Yeah, later."

"And I'll see you at the next group meeting?"

"You will" Wanda managed a small smile. "See you later, Vizh."

"Goodbye, Wanda."

After Vision's departure, Wanda put herself back to bed, in surprisingly good spirits, until she caught sight of Pietro's photograph on her nightstand. Though in the picture he was grinning, she imagined him glaring at her suspiciously, as he always had on the relatively rare occasions Wanda had brought a man home.

"Don't judge me, brother" She murmured, replying in the same way she would have if he had been alive. "You, of all people, have no right to judge.."

Besides, Vision was.. Different. Wanda couldn't explain how, exactly, even to herself. He just was.

Vision called her the following day, just as he had promised. They didn't speak much, or for long, just a check-in, to ask how she was doing, and shyly thank her for a lovely evening. Still, she found herself happy to hear his voice, and it was nice to know that there was someone who cared about her, and would let her speak her feelings. Someone who would listen, and not get uncomfortable if she cried or was otherwise upset in their company.

When the call disconnected, she felt almost excited at the thought of calling him again the next night. When she was in Vision's presence, even just speaking to him on the phone, Wanda was.. Well, not 'happy' exactly, that still felt a long way off. But she wasn't sad, not entirely. The pain of Pietro's loss would always be with her in some form, but she was beginning to see the first tiny flickers of light at the end of the long dark tunnel of her grief, and she hoped that maybe, just maybe, she was helping Vision too.

On Sunday evening, as she was getting ready to go to dinner at the Bartons, Wanda noticed a little problem. There was a rather large hickey on the side of her neck, a souvenir of her time with Vision. Her fingers traced the mark, a blush creeping over her cheeks at the memory of his lips on her neck, the gentle but insistent rocking of his hips, the sound of her own soft moans, spilling from her throat to mingle with his. She remembered his sweet, shy smile afterwards, as he had carefully pulled out of her and tugged her into his arms, wanting a quick cuddle before he had to leave.

She felt herself smiling softly.. It all felt so right still, as seemingly unexpected as their second night together had been. Still, Wanda did not feel like answering questions about Vision yet, especially not from Clint, who was still fairly protective of her where men were concerned, perhaps even more so than Pietro had been. Luckily, it was cool out, so Wanda fetched a scarf from her closet, wrapping it around her neck to cover the mark.

She took a few deep breaths to steady and calm herself before she headed out, ready to head off to the Bartons.

Just a nice, quiet family dinner.. What could go wrong?