AN: Enjoy!

After purchasing the pads, Wanda tucked the pack discreetly into her handbag. Then, with Vision politely standing aside to allow his daughter a little privacy in this delicate matter, Wanda handed the bag to Viv, quietly explaining that the pads were inside, where she would find the instructions, and added a few little extra tips of her own, before subtly pointing her towards the nearest restroom. She also told her to call for more toilet paper if she needed help.

Viv gave Wanda a shy, thankful smile, then hurried off.

As Wanda hovered outside, trying to appear as though she was simply waiting for the restroom herself, Vision quietly approached her.

"Thank you again, for this.." He blushed a little. "I know it probably goes a little beyond the boundaries of our current relationship.."

"It's hard to go beyond the boundaries of something you haven't defined" Wanda shrugged. "Really, it's okay. You were right, it probably is easier to have another girl to explain these things.. I wish I had."

"I'm sorry.. I imagine it must have been a difficult time for you.."

"I suppose. I was a little older than your daughter. Nearly sixteen, so a bit of a late bloomer.. probably because I was undernourished at the time, so I developed more slowly.." Wanda caught Vision's eyes flicker over her figure, and smirked. "Obviously, I caught up when I moved in with Clint and Laura and started getting in three square meals a day. But before that, Pietro and I were.. between homes."

"I'm so sorry.." Vision frowned.

"It was what it was," Wanda shrugged again. "Anyway, when 'it' happened, Pietro freaked out, but he handled it pretty well considering. Got me pads, although it turned out that they were the wrong size, and then took me for ice-cream. He didn't tell me at the time that he'd spent the last of what little money we had on the pads and he couldn't actually afford ice-cream.. but that's another part of the story.. scoot back a few aisles Vizh, I think I hear her coming, and we don't want to embarrass her too much.."

After Viv exited the bathroom, flashing another grateful smile, Wanda entered to keep up the ruse, and Viv wandered off to find her Father.

"Hey, Dad.. are we going home now?"

"Actually, Wanda has offered to take us to an ice cream parlour that she likes," Vision told his daughter. "Would you like to go?"

"Okay" Viv agreed. "That could be fun, and Wanda seems nice."

"She is" Vision smiled.

Wanda rode in Vision's car to the ice-cream parlour. She'd said that this was because it was easier to give directions than to have them follow her, and given the slightly awkward position of where they were going, that was true.

However, it was also because she had blown out her gas budget for that week driving to the pharmacy. Said budget was why she usually walked to grief group on Fridays. Wanda didn't mention that part to Vision, because she didn't want him to feel any guilt, and she had been happy to help.

She gave Vision a set of rather strange directions, instructing him to turn down a few little side streets, before making him pull to a stop in front of a small, out of the way store, a sign above the door reading 'The Widow's Freeze'.

"This is one of those special, out of the way, 'word of mouth' places" Wanda explained, as she led Vision and Viv inside. "So, again, don't go telling too many people, okay?"

"We will not" said Vision. "We promise, don't we Vivian?"

"We promise," Viv agreed.

"Good.."

A bell rang to signal their entry, and almost as soon as they were inside, Wanda was nearly knocked from her feet, swept into a hug by a red-haired woman.

"Wanda!"

"Hey, Nat" Wanda returned the hug, gasping a little. "Uh, you're kinda squashing me.."

"Sorry" the woman, Natasha, loosened her grip a little. "It's just, we haven't seen you since.."

"Pietro's funeral.." Wanda smiled sadly. "I know."

"How have you been holding up? You can tell me.."

"I.. still have good and bad days" Wanda admitted. "But getting better."

"Good to know.." Nat glanced at Vision and Viv. "Who have we got here?"

"This is Vision and his daughter, Vivian" Wanda introduced them. "New friends of mine.. Vision, Viv, this is Natasha Romanoff.. An old friend of mine."

"It is nice to meet you, Miss Romanoff" Vision smiled.

"You too. Any friend of Wanda's is welcome here" Natasha smiled back, then turned back to Wanda. "Do you want your old booth? We put Pietro's picture above it, so if it's too painful, we can.."

"The regular booth, please.. It's nice to know he's remembered."

"You got it, kiddo." Natasha led them through the shop, mostly empty except for a trio of teenagers with ice cream sodas, and an elderly couple sharing a slice of red, white and blue ice cream cake, and sat them at Wanda's chosen booth. "The usual?"

"Thanks, Nat."

"And for your friends?"

"Whatever Wanda is having will be fine" Vision replied, as he and Viv sat across from Wanda.

"Three Scarlet Specials, coming up.." Nat scrawled a few words onto a notepad, then hurried off to fix their orders.

Wanda's gaze drifted to a framed photograph on the wall of her brother surrounded by empty bowls of ice cream, complete with a plaque:

In Loving Memory of Pietro Maximoff, founder and champion of the Quicksilver ice cream eating challenge.

Viv followed Wanda's gaze.

"Is that your brother?" she asked.

"My twin, Pietro.." Wanda confirmed, swallowing a lump in her throat. "He used to work here."

"But he.. Did he.."

"Vivian.." Vision tried to strop her, "Maybe we shouldn't.."

"It's okay, Vizh.." Wanda cut him off. "Yes.. Pietro died about five months ago."

"I'm sorry.." Viv whispered. "I.. my twin brother died too, and it.. I feel like there should be a better word, but it sucks..it just..Sucks."

"Yeah" Wanda agreed, with a slightly wet chuckle. "It sucks.."

Natasha dropped their order back at the table, and they all happily tucked in. The Scarlet Special, invented by Pietro for Wanda, was basically a tasting plate of different flavoured red or pink ice creams, gelati, and sorbet.

Wanda was briefly concerned that this may have been an insensitive choice for Viv, given the milestone she had reached that day, but the girl didn't seem bothered by it. However, she did make a return trip to the bathroom after finishing her ice cream, allowing Wanda and Vision a moment alone.

Vision reached across the table to take Wanda's hand, as she once again looked at the photo of her brother.

"Are you alright?" He asked gently.

"Just memories" Wanda smiled a soft, sad smile. "I spent a lot of time here with Pietro."

"How long did your brother work here?"

"A long time.. That is the other part of my story" Wanda chuckled. "Somehow, we found this place and came in for ice cream.. But then we couldn't pay for it."

"Oh dear."

"I thought so at the time.. But instead of calling the police, Natasha called Clint, and the rest is history. We didn't move in with him right away, but we at least had someone looking out for us after that.. And eventually, Natasha gave Pietro a job."

"That was good of her" Vision smiled.

"It was.. And it was good for him, having the responsibility" Wanda continued, the lump in her throat returning. "He invented the Scarlet Special just for me, because red anything was always my favourite.."

Wanda was grateful, when Vision leaned across the table, kissing her before she could burst into tears in the middle of The Widow's Freeze. It felt different, being kissed in the open, when their relationship had been behind closed doors so far.. But it was nice.

"I thought you needed a distraction.." Vision blushed when he broke the kiss, mindful of Viv's imminent return.

"I did.." Wanda smiled, blushing. "Thank you."