AN: Enjoy!


When she arrived home, Wanda made sure not to leave Rocket behind, ignoring the strange look she got from one of her neighbours as she unbuckled the toy's seat belt before pulling it out of the car. Of course, she mostly ignored the look because said neighbour had clearly had a very big New Year, drunk and sleeping it off on the hood of his car.

One day, Wanda vowed to herself, she would move to a nicer neighbourhood. One where finding your neighbour passed out over the hood of his car wasn't a regular occurrence. Maybe Vision's neighbourhood..

Wanda blushed, shaking her head. She was getting a little ahead of herself. After heading inside and up to her apartment, she propped Rocket up in a sitting position on the couch.

"Make yourself at Home, Racheta. I don't have to work Today, so I'll go make some tea and then we might find something to watch on TV.." As she headed for the Kitchen, Wanda realised how crazy she must sound, talking to a doll.

If her neighbour heard her talking herself she'd probably think she was going nuts (not drunk-on-the-car neighbour, but another one, a slightly nosy lady in the apartment next door). Wanda thought about this for a moment, then shrugged, continuing to chat away.


The chatting continued still as she sat down beside Rocket and turned on the television. It was nice, Wanda supposed, to have something, someone to talk to, to just listen. Wouldn't talk back, wouldn't judge. Wanda found herself wondering whether Vivian did the same thing, and decided that yes, she probably did. Most children talked to their toys at some point, right?

When Wanda was young, she'd had a toy cat that she'd used to talk to. She had called it Printesa Mustati- Princess Whiskers, and she could chatter away to the little plushie for hours. Unfortunately the cat, and most of her other childhood belongings, had been lost in the blast that killed her parents.

Wanda glanced at Rocket Raccoon, and imagined Viv talking to the toy as she had once talked to Princess Whiskers, sharing little secrets, hopes and dreams. Her heart clenched at the thought of the little girl, and it took her awhile to realise it was because she missed her. Which was stupid, because she had just seen her that morning, and Viv would only be gone for a week. Wanda had gone a week without seeing her before.. Then again, this was different. Viv had always been just a short drive away. Now, she was hours away, and completely out of reach.

Wanda sighed, tugging Rocket a little closer to her, and turned back to the TV, opening Netflix.


Wanda was nearly four episodes into a surprisingly gripping Spanish series called Money Heist when Vision called, and she quickly answered.

"Hey, Vizh. Did you get there alright? How's Viv?"

"She's alright. All settled in, so I'll be heading back soon.. How is Rocket doing?"

"Well.." Wanda smirked, looking at the doll, "I might be corrupting him with a show about bank robbers." She heard Vision chuckle on the other end of the line, the sound immediately lifting her spirits.

"Oh dear. Make sure he knows not to tell Vivian."

"I will make sure."

"Good. It's a long drive back, so I should be going.."

"Okay. Drive carefully, Vizh" Wanda smiled softly at the current role-reversal between them, "And don't forget to.."

"Call when I'm Home safe. I know."


That night, as he returned to a house that felt far, far too empty, Vision sighed sadly. It was so quiet without his daughter, too quiet, and the place felt so much less like Home without her there. He sighed again, then set some water to boil to make himself a cup of tea, before he sat down to call Wanda. She answered quite quickly.

"Hey, Vizh. I guess this means you've made it Home okay?"

"Yes" Vision smiled slightly to himself. The sound of his girlfriend's voice lifted his spirits, if only a little. "You'll be happy to know that I have made it home in one piece."


Wanda found herself frowning slightly.

"Are you alright?" She asked him. "You sound a little bit down, Vizh.."

"Oh, I'm fine. Just.."

"Just what?"


"Just missing Viv a bit already" He sighed.

"Right. Of course you are."


Wanda's heart hurt for him. If she felt this about Viv being away, she couldn't imagine how Vision must be feeling right now. That little girl was his whole world.

"Hey, Vision?"

"Yes?"


"Would I sound completely crazy If I told you I miss her too?"

"No" Vision chuckled softly, tucking the phone between his ear and his shoulder for a moment while he made up his tea. "Vivian is.. She's an easy person to miss."

"That's true. She really lights up a room."


"She does.. It's so quiet around here without her.."

The ache in Wanda's heart increased, and she sighed, glancing at the clock. Vision was clearly feeling lonely, and she was very, very tempted to head over and keep him company. But it was getting late, and she had to work Tomorrow. However..

"I'm working the early shift Tomorrow Vizh, but.."


"Oh" Vision's face fell a little. Talking to Wanda had been a very nice distraction. "Sorry if I've bothered you.."


"No, not at all!" said Wanda quickly. "I asked you to call, remember? I was just saying, I work the early shift, but I get off at about one o'clock. We could get together after that, if you like?"


"Oh, yes" Vision's eyes lit up, his spirits lifting once more. "That would be nice."


"Great" Wanda smiled at his clear excitement. "See you Tomorrow, then?"

"Yes. I lov.. I'll see you Tommorow."

Vision hung up rather quickly after that. Wanda blinked. Had Vision almost just said what she thought he had almost just said?

No, he couldn't have. Deciding that her ears must have been deceiving her, Wanda headed to bed.

She took Rocket Raccoon with her.