AN: Enjoy!
Wanda liked having a picture of Vision and Viv in her apartment. Her pictures of Pietro always made her feel a little sad, thinking of how full of life he used to be. The picture of Vision and Viv made her happy, because it made her think of them, even more than she already did.
Thinking of them made her happy. They made her happy.. Vision and Viv, and their little almost-family. Wanda wasn't alone in the world anymore, and that was a nice feeling. But, she and Vision did still have their own lives to live. A few days passed by without her seeing Vision (though they spoke on the phone every night), and she wasn't expecting to see him for another couple more when she answered an unexpected phone call from him at work. Luckily, he'd managed to catch her on a break.
"Hey, Vizh."
"Hello. I hope I'm not bothering you at work.."
"You caught me at just the right time" Wanda smiled. "What's up?"
"Remember the picture Vivian drew at Valentine's dinner? Well, it was for a 'favourite person' day at her School Tomorrow morning, and she was wondering if you could come? It's alright if you can't, she'll have me there, but.."
"I'm free, so I'd love to come" Wanda smiled. "I need to get back to the store, but call back Tonight and tell me all the details, okay?"
"Okay. We'll speak Tonight, then."
"Yeah, speak Tonight. Bye, Vizh."
"Goodbye, Wanda."
Her smile widened as the call disconnected, a slight spring in her step as she returned to work. Vision had sounded happy, and so Wanda was happy too. It seemed like nothing could dull her mood.. Not even the woman with a 'The customer is always right' expression who approached the counter a few minutes afterwards. Wanda sighed, squared her shoulders, and pasted on her 'retail' smile, ready to deal with whatever came her way.
"Do you have any chocolate eggs?"
"I'm sorry Ma'm, but no. We mostly deal in party favours..."
This had been a very bad idea. Why the Hell had she agreed to this? Vision, sensing Wanda's discomfort, squeezed her hand, but it didn't help much.
How she'd felt at school pick up was nothing to how out of place she felt now in this classroom full of well-accomplished adults and their children. As each child introduced their favourite person, or people, Wanda felt more and more inadequate. Scott, attending the day with Cassie, was the only person who seemed close to uncomfortable as Wanda was. Little Miles's Father was a policeman. Young Amadeus's Mother was a scientist.
And then there was Wanda, basically a peddler of useless plastic single-use junk. She waited, dread growing in her, until the Teacher called on Viv, and she reluctantly let the little girl lead her up to the front of the classroom along with Vision.
"I couldn't choose only one most favourite person, so I brought two!" Viv grinned. "First I've got my Daddy.. I'm lucky, because he's a really, really good Daddy, and he's a superhero! He saves kids from having bad Birthday parties."
"Ooh, that does sound fun" The Teacher smiled. "And who else have you brought with you Today, Vivian?"
"I brought Wanda. She.." Viv began.
Wanda held her breath.
"This is stupid." Said the voice in her head. "You're no-one to look up to. You're not a Policeman, or a scientist, or.."
"..Is an artist!" Viv finished with a flourish.
"Wait.." Wanda blinked. "What?"
But no-one had time to answer her before, for the next few minutes, Viv launched into a speech talking up Wanda's art, even showing off a copy of the painting she had given Viv for Christmas.
"..And one day, Wanda and my Daddy are gonna make a superhero comic together!" Viv continued, grinning. "He's writing the story, and she's gonna do all the pictures. It's gonna be really, really cool!"
"I'm sure it is" said the Teacher. "Hmm, I think it might be time we heard about someone else's favourite person.. How about you, Kamala?"
As a little girl named Kamala Khan proudly tugged her Father to the front of the classroom, Wanda returned to sit back down with Vision and Viv, slightly in shock.. But it was a pleasant kind of shock.
Wanda was still slightly in shock as Viv hugged her goodbye before all the 'favourite people' filed out of the classroom to let the rest of the regular School day commence, and remained so as she headed out to Vision's car, Vision, always the gentleman, opening the passenger door for her to get in.
"I was thinking we might go get a bite to eat.." Vision began, about to start the car.
"Mmhm.."
"Wanda.." Vision paused, key hovering near the ignition, and turned to her with a slightly concerned expression.
"Huh?" Wanda blinked, looking at him. "Sorry, Vizh, did you say something?"
"Are you alright?" He frowned. "You seem a little.. shell-shocked."
"I'm fine" said Wanda. "I suppose I'm just a little uimitor.. surprised, about some of the things Viv said."
"Oh.. like what?"
"Well, she thinks I'm an artist.." Wanda blushed.
"I see" Vision smiled softly. "Then you are an artist."
"I'm just a store clerk.."
"Children often have a way of seeing past the mundane aspects of adult life. No boring jobs. Viv sees all the fun things.. She sees You. To her, you are an artist."
"Oh.. That's nice, I suppose" Wanda's blush deepened.
"It is" Vision leaned over to kiss Wanda's blushing cheek, unable to help himself. "The world can be a much nicer place through the eyes of your child. Now.. Shall we stop for lunch?"
"Yes" Wanda managed a smile now, kissing Vision's cheek in return as he started the car. "Lunch would be great."
"Good. There's another new Cafe I've been thinking of trying.." Vision pulled out onto the road, driving extra specially careful until they were out of range of the school. "One more point, on our previous conversation."
"What?"
"I see you as an artist too."
Wanda blushed again, but her smile widened a little, hand moving to rest affectionately on Vision's thigh as he drove.
"Thanks, Vizh. I think you're pretty close to a real-life Superhero."
