AN: Enjoy!
They didn't stop until they reached Vision's House. It hadn't occurred to Vision to take Wanda home first, and it hadn't occurred to Wanda to ask him to. Somehow, Vision's home had become a safe place for them both.
It was only once the car had stopped and they had both got out that Wanda allowed herself to truly take a breath. The situation had been just a little too similar to the struggles of her youth. She and Pietro desperately running after they had snatched a loaf of bread, or an apple.. But then she looked at Vision's hand, and her own troubles rushed away.
A bruise was blooming across his knuckles, and one had split open, steadily oozing blood.
"Oh Vizh.." Wanda felt a lump in her throat, unable to keep from thinking this was her fault. But.. No. She had to stop letting past bad decisions define her present. Still, she worried for her friend. "Your hand.."
"Oh.." Vision looked at the injuries, slightly surprised.
"Come on.." She pulled Vision towards the house. "I'll help you get cleaned up."
Wanda sat Vision down, nursing his injured hand, while she dug through his bathroom cupboards for disinfectant.
"Where's Viv?" Wanda asked. Finding the disinfectant, she poured a little into a dish of warm water.
"At a playdate with Cassie. Scott should be dropping her off in a bit."
"Okay.. can you move your fingers properly?"
"Yes" Vision nodded, after an experimental wiggle.
"Good.." Wanda fetched a cloth, and began gently cleaning the cut on his hand.
"Wanda, I.. I'm sorry.." Vision mumbled, wincing slightly at the sting.
"You're sorry?" Wanda gaped at him. "For what?"
"Making a scene.. ruining your lunch.."
"Vizh, no.. What you did.."
"You must think I'm quite the brute.."
"No, I think he deserved it.. What you did.. That's just about the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. No one's tried to defend me like that since my brother died."
"I just didn't like hearing you spoken to so horribly" Vision blushed a little. "He was.. he was being..
"Un nemernic." Wanda didn't often slip into her native tongue, but with Vision, she felt comfortable enough to do so.
"Hmm?"
"An ass hole, Vizh. He was an ass hole."
"Well.. yes" Vision chuckled. "You know.. I have never punched someone before."
"You wouldn't know it" Wanda smirked. "It was a good shot."
"Your brother.. Pietro.. Did he punch people often? I only ask because, well, you seem to know what you are doing with this type of injury."
"He did.. He had to, sometimes, where we grew up.. He didn't usually come off as well as you have. Pietro was scrappy, but he wasn't really a fighter. He could run, though.." Wanda smiled wistfully. "When Pietro ran, there wasn't a soul who could catch him."
"I wish I could have met him" Vision smiled softly. "You speak of him so fondly."
"He was.. special. If you keep this clean, it should be alright. It's not deep.." Wanda set aside the cloth to look up at him, and her breath caught. Had he been that close the whole time?
"Thank you, Wanda.." Vision's breath seemed to catch as well, although Wanda may have imagined it.
Wanda swallowed.
"Vizh.."
"Yes?"
"W-What were you going to ask me? Before.." She was still holding his hand.
"Oh.." Vision blushed. "I was.. I w-was.. I was going to ask if you would like to.. Maybe.. If you would like to go.."
He was so close. If Wanda leaned in, just a little she could be.. So she did, and Vision did too, and they were so, so close.. their lips almost..
The front door opened.
"Daddy, I'm Home!"
Wanda dropped Vision's hand and they sprang away from each other.
"Up here, sweetheart!" Vision called, his cheeks red, then turned back to Wanda. "Vivian wanted to know if you would come trick or treating with us Tomorrow night."
"Oh.. right" Wanda blinked. Somehow, that didn't feel like what Vision was asking at all, but what else could it have been? "Sure, I'll come trick-or-treating."
"You will? Yay!" Viv ran into the Bathroom at exactly that moment. In her childish innocence, she didn't question Wanda's presence. However, she did notice something else. "You're red again.. I'll go get juice pops!"
Wanda watched Viv fondly as she raced off, not noticing that Vision was watching Wanda herself with the same fond expression.
Early the following evening, Wanda returned to Vision's House, finding Vision in his full 'The Vision' suit and make-up. That suit really did not leave very much to the imagination, and Wanda couldn't help blushing, just a little.
"Hey, Vizh."
"Hello, Wanda." Though she couldn't see it, he was also blushing beneath his make up.
Neither one of them was sure whether their almost-kiss the day before had actually happened, or they were just imagining it.
"Wanda!" Viv happily ran over to greet her. Like on her Birthday, Viv was wearing make up similar to her Father's, and a cape.
"Hello, Fata dulce" Wanda crouched to the little girl's eye level, running a hand through her hair. "Are you a superhero like your Daddy?"
"Uh-huh.." Vivian looked Wanda up and down, confused. "Where's your costume?"
"I have it right here" She patted the bag dangling over her arm, and looked up at Vision. "Is it alright if I change in your Bathroom again, Vizh?"
"Of course."
Once Wanda had changed into her Scarlet Witch outfit once again, they headed out. The streets were filled with children in costume, clutching rapidly filling bags of candy. Wanda had never been trick-or-treating before. It wasn't a tradition in Sokovia, and she and Pietro had been too old to partake by the time they made it to the U.S. But now, with Vision and Viv, she was quite enjoying the experience.
"Thank you very much, Ma'm" Vivian waved, at the elderly woman whose house they were just leaving, smiling sweetly as she skipped away back to the sidewalk.
"So polite. Thank you, young lady" The woman gushed over Viv's good behaviour, then smiled at Wanda and Vision. "Your Mommy and Daddy are doing a wonderful job with you!"
"Oh, I'm not.." Wanda blushed.
"We're n-not.." Vision sputtered.
"I'm just a family friend.." said Wanda.
"Oh.." the woman looked puzzled.
"But thank you anyway" said Vision with a slightly awkward smile.
"Remember to stay close, Fata dulce" Wanda called after Viv, not thinking of the fact that this was a rather maternal instruction. "We don't want to lose you."
"I'll remember" Viv promised.
The elderly lady gazed after them, still quite confused. Wanda and Vision didn't realise that they'd been holding hands for the last three blocks.
