AN: Enjoy!


When Vision was out of the shower, he made Wanda a quick breakfast of fruit and muesli, delivering it to her as she sat on the sofa, flicking through TV channels.

"Really, Inger?" Wanda looked at the bowl, raising an eyebrow. "Is this supposed to impress me?"

"I.. I didn't have much t-time.." He blushed, and stuttered, looking almost guilty. "I needed a shower, after you.. And I have to get to work.. You'll get something better Tomorrow, I promise.."

Despite Wanda fully intending for Vision to fail, fully intending to break his heart, she couldn't help but soften at the look on his face.

"Hey, I was joking, Vizh" She patted his arm. "You go off to work and don't worry about it."

"Well, alright.." Vision gathered his things, and as he was rushing out the door, pressed an affectionate kiss to the top of Wanda's head. He did it without really thinking, like a reflex, almost like it was normal, something he did everyday, although it had never happened before. "See you later.."

"Yeah, see you.." Wanda, just a little shell shocked, stared after Vision until the apartment door shut behind him.

She felt rather warm and fuzzy all of a sudden, and a smile tugged at her lips.. Then she shook her head and groaned, annoyed with herself. This was not part of the plan. Not at all. Wanda looked at the bowl Vision had handed her, and stood, her leg stiff, but healing. She moved towards the Kitchen, intending to dump its contents in the trash, but changed her mind, and instead went to dump it out onto the fire escape, where it was immediately descended upon by ravenous pigeons. At least someone could enjoy it.

Wanda had a plan. She thought of her brother, thought of Vision in his place, to remind herself why she had to stick to said plan.

She couldn't let her heart be softened by his gorgeous blue eyes, or sweet gestures. It was for his own good.


Vision, in contrast to Wanda, was not thinking much about the head-kiss, as he did not even really realise that he'd done it. Instead, as he sat in the often empty School Library, Vision found his thoughts drifting to the challenge of 'wooing' Wanda.

How exactly did one woo a woman? It wasn't exactly a topic that he had a lot of knowledge in. And even if he did know how, did he even really want to?

Vision thought of Wanda. Of her wicked yet alluring smiles. Thought of her heated kisses, the way her touch drove him wild, making him lose control in a way he never had before, a way that should scare him, yet somehow didn't. He thought of his very naughty, not at all angelic dreams, of Wanda writhing beneath him as he plunged his cock deep inside her.

A part of him wanted that, wanted the night with Wanda that successfully romancing her would win him.. But Vision also thought of the stories she'd told him about her past, how so many choices had been taken from her, even the choice of losing her humanity. He thought of how he'd held her after her nightmare, engulfing her in the warmth and safety of his wings with the hope that nothing would hurt her again. But he couldn't stop her from getting hurt if she wasn't there anymore.

Wanda may have been a demon, and she might have treated Vision like a fun little game most of the time, but she was also still.. had still saved his life. Underneath it all, all the smiles and cheeky remarks and forced bravado, Wanda was, at least Vision believed, a good person.

Wanda was not just a prize to be won, or goods to be traded. She was worth more, deserved more, deserved better. It seemed her time as a demon had made her forget that.

So, unaware of Wanda's plan to break his heart, Vision formulated a plan of his own.

He was going to woo Wanda, and romance her. But not because he wanted to sleep with her. He would be good to her just because he liked her. Because she deserved to be treated well.

And if he treated her well just because he liked her, and not because he was expecting anything in return. If he treated her well just because she deserved it.. Maybe she would believe that she did. And maybe.. Maybe he could convince her to stay, instead of running off alone into the world that had hurt her so badly.

Of course, that plan still relied upon Vision knowing how to woo Wanda first, and therein lay his problem. He was broken out of these deep thoughts by a familiar voice.

"Excuse me, Mr. Vision?"

"Oh, hello Peter" Vision greeted as he looked up.

"I'd like to borrow these, please" The boy laid a small stack of books on the counter.

"Of course.." As he began scanning Peter's selections, Vision had an idea. He was aware that it was not a great idea, but he was rather low on options. "Peter?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"What do you know about.. dates?"

"As in, with a girl you like?" asked Peter, a little confused. "Or a guy, I guess, if that's what you prefer.."

"I am thinking of a girl.. Well, a woman" Vision clarified.

"The same one I told you to buy ice cream for that time?"

"Yes.. I.. things are maybe getting a little more serious, so I would like to ask her out. I just have no real idea where.. Or how.."

"I might not be the best person to ask, Mr. Vision, but let me think.." Peter paused. "Okay, so if it's a first date, you wanna keep things kinda chill and fun, I guess? Something low pressure.. Oh, like the School Carnival!"

"Carnival?" asked Vision.

"It's the one event the school kinda splurges on each year" Peter explained. "Haven't you seen them setting up? It starts Tomorrow and runs over the whole long weekend. They have rides, games, treats.. There used to be a petting zoo, but Flash ruined that when he let all the animals out a couple of years ago.. Anyway, it's fun. I was thinking of asking MJ. She's the girl I sent to you last week because she was looking for a book on.."

"The Black Dahlia. I remember." Vision had been rather startled to find a student that wasn't Peter standing at the library desk.

"Yeah. Anyway.. I'm gonna ask her to the Carnival, probably" Peter blushed. "Maybe you can ask your girl.. Uh, woman, too."

"I may just try that" Vision smiled. "Thank you, Peter."

"You're welcome, Mr. Vision.." Peter collected his borrowed books. "Oh, you could always try giving her flowers, too. Girls usually like that."

"Flowers.." Vision nodded to himself as Peter departed.

He was well aware that a teenage boy was probably not the best person to ask for romantic advice, but Peter was different from most teenage boys, and at least Vision now had some idea where to start on his quest.

He was going to buy Wanda flowers, and ask her to the Carnival.