AN: Enjoy!


As the days continued to go by, Vision and Wanda remained settled into their odd little routine.

Vision would go to work, spend long boring hours in the school library, often alone, except for the rare occasions that a Teacher would drop by, or even rarer than that, a student.

Peter was the only person Vision saw with any regularity, coming in at lunch or after school to pick up supplies, or talk about the project he was developing to submit for the Stark Internship, an attempt at synthesizing spider-webs. Unlike many of the other Teachers or Students who came in, Vision actually liked talking to Peter. He was bright, happy, enthusiastic. Things seemed to be going well for Peter currently, which Vision was grateful for, as it meant that he, Vision, was doing his job well.

Between visits and talks with Peter, Vision often found his mind drifting to Wanda. He found himself looking forward to going home at the end of the day so he could see her. And while he may have been imagining it, in fact he probably was, he thought she usually seemed happy to see him, too.

Wanda would listen to Vision talk about his day, talk about Peter's progress, his musings over whether more could be done to help the boy to achieve his goals. And then, when she was done listening, Wanda would offer him a 'reward' for his good day's work, and well, Vision had entirely lost the ability to say no to her. So, it often wasn't long before his cock ended up in her hand or her mouth, or, like now, she was kissing him hungrily and grinding her hips against his still clothed bulge, soon to bring him undone, while his hand had slid up her skirt to return the favour.

He felt her hips jerk, her muscles clench and flutter around his fingers, moaning loudly into his mouth as she came. Vision's own orgasm soon followed with a strangled cry and shuddering jerk of his hips.

This was probably the third or fourth pair of trousers that Wanda had caused him to ruin recently, but Vision didn't care all that much. Not when it meant he could watch her like this, panting, her face gorgeously flushed as she shivered through a few aftershocks.

"Damn, Vizh.. you're getting good at that" She grinned at him, a sexy, naughty little grin that almost had him rising again already.

"I-I am?" He asked her, still catching his breath.

"Mmmhm. Your stamina is getting better too.. I even came first that time."

"And.. that's good?"

"Yep" She got out of his lap, smirking. "It means you might be almost ready to go tot drumul.. That means 'all the way', in case you were wondering.."

At face value, Wanda's voice remained as teasing and naughty as always, Vision almost thought he detected the tiniest hint of sadness to it too. And as he watched her move towards the bathroom to get cleaned up, her limp becoming less prominent, Vision couldn't help feeling sad too.

As much as he was beginning to want it, going 'all the way' with Wanda would most likely also mean Wanda going away, and that was not a day he looked forward to at all.


Wanda still ran rather hot and cold, as far as allowing Vision to sleep in the bed with her. Quite a few nights, she relegated him back to the couch. But that night had been rather cold, and so she had let Vision into bed so he could engulf her in the warmth of his wings.

And Vision.. well, for now he remained awake, watching her as she slept. Wanda was usually so beautiful in her sleep. Peaceful. He wanted to drink her in, remember every detail of her face when she was at peace, because he couldn't be sure how much longer he would have her there with him.

So, he watched. For how long exactly he couldn't say, but it was quite some time. And Wanda was beautiful and peaceful in sleep. Until her brow furrowed. She grew tense.

"Wanda.." Vision murmured, hoping to coax her awake.

It didn't work. She tensed further, whimpering in her sleep. Scarlet energy crackled at her fingertips.

"No.."

"Wanda.." Vision tried again, to no avail.

"No.." More crackling energy. "Pietro.. I don't think we should.."

"Wanda!" Vision shook her gently.

"No!" Wanda sat bolt upright, eyes glowing, surrounded by the red energy, and inadvertently sent Vision flying across the room.

"Oof!" He groaned as he collided with the wall, hitting his head on the corner of his windowsill. Blood began to trickle from a fresh new cut on his forehead.

"Vision.." Wanda, returning to full awareness of her surroundings, looked between Vision and her glowing hands, suddenly horrified by what she had done. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry!"

Frantically, she got out of bed and limped off into the bathroom, locking herself inside.

"Wanda!" Vision got up, wincing at the throbbing in his head, and fetched a clean cloth from the kitchen to hold against the wound, then made his way to the bathroom door, knocking. "Wanda?"

"Go away!"

"It's alright, it was an accident. You just had a nightmare.."

"When I'm upset I can't.. I don't want to hurt you.."

"You didn't.. well, not much. I'll be fine."

"I'm not coming out" She insisted. "Not yet."

"Well.. alright" Vision sat down outside the Bathroom door, "But I don't feel right leaving you alone, so I'm just going to wait out here.

"Sure.. your choice, I guess."


Wanda was quiet for a long while, long enough that Vision had almost fallen asleep against the door. He was jolted awake when she finally spoke.

"You know that not all demons are born, right?"

"Yes.." Vision nodded. He saw her fingertips poking under the door, and couldn't help laying his own over them. "Some.. some are humans who made a choice."

"Not everyone" Wanda sighed. "Some have the choice made for them.."

"What do you mean?" Vision was confused.

"When my brother and I came over here from Sokovia, we had nimic.. Nothing" Wanda explained. "What little money we had left after paying for plane tickets was gone in the first month, and neither of us could find a job, so we were homeless and starving not long after that.."

"I'm sorry.. That sounds horrible."

"You think?" She snapped, then calmed again. "Sorry.. Anyway, eventually Mysterio found us. He offered us a deal.. A safe place to sleep, power we could only dream of, the usual. Of course, an offer like that was tempting to penniless orphans."

"Of course.."

"The catch was, we'd just have to run a few errands for him occasionally.. I was more wary of what exactly that meant. But Pietro, well, he was that twelve minutes older, and he always thought he knew what was best for both of us. He thought any risk was worth it, and he and I were a package deal, always, so.."

"You agreed.." Vision rested his head on the door, not knowing that on the other side, Wanda was doing the same thing. "Even though you didn't want to."

"I did, and Pietro made the deal, and we.. changed.." Wanda sighed again. "But soon, Mysterio started asking for things.. Little things at first, like stealing, which Pietro was great at, because his demon power was speed.. But soon it got worse, and people would have gotten hurt, and Pietro realised the mistake we'd made. We made plans to leave, get away from Mysterio, but..

"What?" Vision asked, not sure he really wanted to know the answer.

"I went out to get groceries one day, and when I came home I.. I found Pietro dead. I can't prove Mysterio was responsible, but he must have been, or at least arranged it. And I just.. I stayed, because I was scared, I suppose. And I couldn't face moving on without Pietro."

"And.. did more of Mysterio's errands?"

"No.."

"But your deal.."

"I'm not much use to him" Wanda shrugged. "My powers are too reactive and unpredictable. Dangerous, even by demon standards. The only time I've had anything resembling real control is when.. well, that doesn't matter. Since Pietro died, I've had to pay my way through demon life in other ways.. Mysterio was probably glad of an excuse to try and kill me.."

"I'm so sorry.." The thought of Wanda being hurt or killed was becoming increasingly painful to Vision, and he was tempted, again, to ask her to stay with him even after her leg was healed, but he knew she would only say no.

Again, Wanda was quiet for a while.

"Vizh.. are you still bleeding?"

"Oh.." He checked the cloth. "A little.."

Wanda finally opened the door, offering a hand to help him up.

"We should probably get that cleaned up.."

"Right.. Of course."

Wanda knew the way around Vision's bathroom quite well by now, fetching a clean cloth, Antiseptic, and a bandage. She had Vision lean against the sink, while she cleaned and tended to his wound as gently as he had all of hers.

Vision watched her, her soft green eyes focused on her task, her brow crinkled in concentration. He couldn't see the demon in her at all, and it had never been easier to believe that she had once been human.

Now, he knew how brave she was, how strong, to survive all the horrors she'd been through and still hold onto her heart, though she kept it buried deep. Understood why she had pointed him Peter Parker's way, to spare him from being tricked as her brother had, spare him the fate that had befallen her.

And Wanda was beautiful. So beautiful. As she finished up placing the bandage on his forehead, Vision cupped Wanda's cheeks and kissed her. It wasn't like any kiss Wanda had experienced before. He wasn't kissing her as a precursor to more, wasn't kissing her because he wanted anything from her. Vision had just wanted to kiss her.

When he broke the kiss, Wanda stared at Vision for a moment, wide-eyed and uncharacteristically lost for words, as if she hadn't the faintest idea what had just way he was looking back at her.. She shook her head, moving away and limping back out of the bathroom.

"Still a few hours of darkness left.. I'm going back to bed."

"Yes, of course.." For a moment, Vision was worried that he had made a terrible mistake, and was prepared to be relegated to the couch once more.

Then Wanda looked back at him and asked, almost shyly:

"Are you coming, Inger?"

Without a word, he hurried after her, trying not to smile too brightly in case she changed her mind.