AN: Enjoy!
All through his day at work, Vision struggled to stop thinking about Wanda. Particularly, the photograph of her brother that had been left behind.
He hadn't asked, because asking too many questions of Wanda was a sure way to put her in a bad mood, but he got the feeling that Wanda's brother was no longer with her. For that reason, he guessed that a picture of him would be especially important to her, and things that were important to Wanda were beginning to feel quite important to Vision, too.
How bad would it really be, to go and fetch the photograph for her?
Wanda was concerned, and rightfully so, about what would happen if Vision were to encounter another, less pleasant Demon, but how likely was that, really, when demons were mostly active at night? He'd go during the day, and be in and out in a few minutes.
Yes, Vision decided, he was going to go. He just needed to know one thing.
"Peter" He asked the boy, who was doing a bit of study in the Library after School (And in fact, was one of a very small number of students Vision had noticed willingly stay back to study on a regular basis, "Would you be able to give me directions to an old factory building on Lee Street?"
"Oh, I don't think you want to go there, Sir" said Peter, looking up from his books. "Our Neighbourhood's not great, but Lee Street is the part that everyone knows is bad. "The only nice person who lives there is Mr. Beck, and that's because.."
"I am aware it is a particularly bad part of town, Peter" Vision interrupted. "I don't intend to stay long, I just want to try and retrieve a sentimental item my friend lost there a while ago. So, can you tell me how to get there?"
"I'm not really supposed to go there.." said Peter reluctantly, beginning to pack up his things. "But if you really need to get there, I can take you to the end of the street.."
"Brilliant!" Vision grinned. "Just wait here until I'm done locking up.."
Sometime later, Peter led Vision to the end of Lee Street, which Vision immediately noted was the most rundown part of the already rundown neighbourhood.
"This is as far as I can go, Sir.." Peter told him. "To be honest, my Aunt May would kill me if she knew I'd even come this close.."
"Thank you, Peter" Vision patted the boy on the shoulder. "You go on home now, I wouldn't want to get you into trouble.."
"Okay.. good luck finding your friend's stuff."
"Thank you.. And thank you again, for your help.."
"No problem. See you at school Tomorrow, Sir.. I hope."
Vision watched Peter until he was safely out of sight, then headed further down the road. Lee Street was, as Vision had expected, relatively quiet for the time of day, apart from a few unsavoury types loitering around, but unlike when he met Wanda, Vision was not getting any obvious demonic vibes.
It didn't take him long to find the old factory building, as only one of the buildings on the street was even close to resembling a factory.
"Third floor" Vision murmured to himself. "Wanda lives on the third floor.
He counted upwards, looked around to ensure he wasn't being watched, then flew upwards, entering the building through one of the windows.
Vision looked around nervously. The place was absolutely trashed, bed clothes torn and strewn across the floor, the stuffing torn out of cushions, plates and glasses smashed. It didn't seem like a place where anyone should live, and it troubled him to think Wanda had ever lived that way, and another few moments to realise she probably hadn't.
The destruction was his fault. Wanda had been forced to leave her home unattended, because of him. A moment later, Vision was startled out of his guilt when he heard the crunch of broken glass and splintering wood beneath his feet. He looked down, finding what he had come for. A broken frame, and within it, a photograph of Wanda, and a young man with striking white tips through his hair.
Vision salvaged the photo from the remnants of the frame, and had just exited through the window when he heard footsteps in the room behind him, and felt the cold shiver up the back of his spine that indicated the presence of demons. He hovered by the window, out of sight. Not daring to look back inside, just listening. After a few moments of rustling, stomping and searching, he heard voices.
"I swear, Crossbones, I heard something.."
"There's nothin' here now, Killmonger."
"I heard what I heard."
"I'm not sayin' you didn't. And hey, I get it.. You're worried Wanda's gonna come back and reclaim this piece of fine real estate."
"Who cares if she does? You heard what Mysterio said, if the little angel-loving bitch shows her face around here again, we just kill her."
Vision's blood ran cold at the words. In a panic, he flew, high above the clouds where he was unlikely to be seen, and headed for home.
Meanwhile, Peter, on his way home, was intercepted by a handsome, dark haired man with striking blue eyes.
"Hey there, Peter.. You're a little far from home, aren't you?"
"Oh, hey Mr. Beck" Peter smiled. "I was just helping a friend with some directions, I'm heading home now. How's it going with trying to clean up Lee Street?"
"A little tougher than I thought, kid.." The man sighed. "Hey, School must be a bit tough for you without a Librarian, right? If you need to, you and I can always do a little deal to get you some of that Science equip.."
"Oh, that's okay Mr. Beck" Peter cut him off. "It was tough for a few days, but we've got a new Librarian now."
"A new Librarian? But how.."
"Yeah, he's really nice. I'm running a little late, see you later Mr. Beck.."
Peter hurried off, and Mr. Beck scowled. Unbeknownst to Peter, his attempted benefactor was really Mysterio in disguise, and he was not at all pleased in this new kink in his well-laid plan to corrupt Peter Parker.
Who was this new Librarian?
"You're late, again" said Wanda, trying to hide her concern when Vision entered the apartment. "Why are you late so often these days?"
"Well" Vision tried to begin, still in a state of panic, "I went to Lee Street after work, and I heard.."
"You what?" Wanda sprang to her feet, hobbling towards him with her cane, eyes burning scarlet. "Are you dracului nebun, or did you just not listen to a word I told you? Ce dracu did you think you were doing?! You could have been killed!"
"I.." Vision gulped, his angelic sensibilities a little startled by Wanda's swearing, though the scarlet eyes no longer bothered him. It went against everything he had been taught, but he trusted that Wanda would not hurt him.
"You what?"
"I.. I went to get you this" He held out the photograph of Wanda and her brother. "The frame was broken, sorry. But I can get you a new one.."
"Pietro.." Wanda gently took the photo from Vision's hands.
She stared at it for a long moment, then carefully set it aside and stared at Vision instead. Her eyes flickered, from red to green and back again, as though she was not sure not to feel, not sure whether she was happy or angry or sad.
Then suddenly she was kissing Vision, and her cane clattered to the floor. Vision grabbed hold of Wanda to make sure she didn't fall, so distracted by the kiss that he forgot all about what he had meant to say, forgot his warning about the demons who wanted to kill her. The kiss was deep, and passionate, yet strangely tender as well, more tender than the other kisses they had shared so far. It was Wanda saying thank you, the only way she really knew how. When they broke apart, the tiniest of smiles was ghosting over her lips.
"So.." asked Vision shyly, smiling a little himself, "Was that a lesson?"
Wanda's smile grew for a moment, but just as quickly faded. Vision could have been killed, and it would have been all her fault. She thought of her brother's broken body, imagined Vision's in its place, and her face grew pale.
"Here's your lesson, Inger" She shoved him away, retrieving her cane and hobbling off. "You're a fucking idiot, and you're sleeping on the couch."
As Vision watched her retreat, he was very confused.
"I've already been sleeping on the couch.."
Translation:
dracului nebun: Fucking Idiot.
Ce dracu: What the fuck
