AN: Enjoy!
Meanwhile, back at the apartment, worn out after her rather broken sleep the night before, Wanda dozed off on the sofa.
Despite all her intentions, all her best laid plans, her subconscious had apparently not quite gotten the memo, because, well, Wanda dreamed of Vision. She dreamed of the angel quite often since he had brought her to stay with him, though she could never tell him so, especially not now.
It had been a lot of sexy, naughty, dreams at first, of leaving her mark on him, corrupting him, dreams of riding that sweet angel boy's cock until he screamed her name. But then.. Vision began reminding her of things, of her humanity, of parts of herself that she had very nearly forgotten existed. And the sexy dreams still came, but they were.. Different. It wasn't about corrupting Vision, she didn't want that anymore, maybe she never really had. They were about just being with him. How he actually listened to what Wanda wanted, how he cared for her pleasure as much as, or maybe even more than, his own. The way he looked at her after, that soft, tender look that Wanda knew meant Vision thought she was beautiful, even if she wouldn't, couldn't, let him say the words out loud. How safe she felt when Vision wrapped his wings around her.
And as time went on, sometimes, like now, Wanda dreamed of other things. Dreams of Vision's soft smile, his shy laughter. Dreams of kisses stolen in quiet moments, of herself and Vision Snuggling on a sofa watching old sitcoms, of a house with a rose garden and a white picket fence, and the distant laughter of children..
Wanda woke, groaning and slapping herself in the forehead. That dream represented the kind of future Wanda had imagined for herself a very long time ago, before her parents had been blown to pieces, when she was just a naive human child who still believed in fairytales.
Any hope she had of that future being real was snuffed out long ago. Wanda was not some fairytale Princess, and Vision was not a handsome Prince. He was an angel, and she was a demon. There was no happily ever after for them, no scenario that ended in anything other than violence and death.
Wanda had to go through with her plan, to let Vision fail to 'woo' her, so she could leave and he could move on to the chance of a real happily ever after with.. Wanda was startled out of her thoughts when the apartment door opened, at first thinking that someone was breaking in, and leapt to her feet, red energy dancing around her fingers.. Only to see Vision in the doorway, startled himself by her reaction, dropping an object he'd been carrying as he raised his hands in surrender.
"Whoa! It's only me."
"You're home early, aren't you?" Wanda's hands dropped back to her sides, as a quick check of the time answered her question. Just after four. She must have dozed off for longer than she thought. "Oh.. guess not."
"I actually thought you might be worried that I was running a bit late. I stopped for these.." Vision scooped up the dropped object, a now slightly crushed bunch of flowers, and sheepishly offered them to Wanda. "For you.."
"Oh.. well, they're a little bit.. zdrobit.. crushed.." Wanda commented. Vision's face fell, and though Wanda knew she should just leave it there, let him be upset, because that worked out better for her plans, she couldn't stop herself from continuing, "But that's okay. It gives them character. I like them."
"You do?" Vision's face broke into the most wonderful smile.
"Yes" The smile tugged at Wanda's heart, the heart she wasn't supposed to have, and she felt her plan going right down the toaleta. "I do."
"Wonderful. I'll go get some water for them.." Vision rushed into the kitchen in search of water and an object to act as a suitable vase, while Wanda mentally slapped herself for her repeated failures. "By the way, there is a Carnival at the School this weekend.."
"A Carnival, huh? So you have to put in overtime and chaperone the rowdy teens?"
"No. I was actually thinking.. I was.. um.. I was going to ask if.." Vision blushed, a little flustered. He had rehearsed this question multiple times on the way home, only to have his tongue seemingly forget how words worked.
"Ask what, Vizh?" Wanda tilted her head inquisitively.
Whether it was intentional or not Vision didn't know, he never really did with her, but Wanda's action had caused her hair to fall away from her neck, exposing the exact patch of soft skin where he had once given her a love-bite, after she had shown him how during one of their lessons. The mark had long since faded, but he found himself distracted for a moment, the memory making him blush. He shook his head, clearing his mind.
"I was wondering.. Well, hoping, actually, that you might want to go with me.."
"To a high school Carnival?" Wanda was confused.
"I thought it might be a good first date.. Something fun, low pressure.. Rides and treats.." Vision couldn't find a vase, so he offered Wanda a jug of water for her flowers. "What do you think?"
"Hmm.." Wanda put the flowers in the jug, thinking. A School Carnival.. Rowdy teenagers, smaller kids hopped up on too much sugar, crying because they couldn't win anything from the crooked games, and spewing hotdog chunks into trash cans because their parents thought it was a good idea to feed them before they went on the cheap, rickety, discount rides. The smells of said vomit, mixed with carnival food fried in cheap oil, dodging sticky messes as she walked..
It was perfect! There was no way she would enjoy anything like that. She would not be wooed, Vision would be discouraged, and her plan would get back on track.
"If you'd rather not, I can always think of something else.."
"No, you're right, a carnival sounds fun" Wanda grinned a wicked grin. "Sure, I'll go."
"Wonderful!" Vision grinned himself, blissfully unaware of Wanda's plans. "Is Tomorrow afternoon good for you?"
"It's not like I have anywhere else to be, so.. Yeah."
"Tomorrow, then" Vision set the flowers down and headed back towards the kitchen. "I was going to make a cup of tea. Would you like one?"
"Sure.." Wanda's wicked grin faded into a smile that was more forced in nature. Vision seemed so happy.
She hated that she was going to ruin it.
The next afternoon, Wanda and Vision headed over to the school, where the Carnival was going on in the grounds. Not much in the way of events or fun usually went on in the area, so it was a little busier than expected for the average School Carnival.
As they waited in line to pay for entry, Wanda clutching Vision's arm in case she needed to lean on him to compensate for her slightly stiff leg (while telling herself repeatedly that she wouldn't need to, and in fact, walking on it on her own would probably help at this stage), the demon couldn't help looking around.
It was more or less what she expected.
Rowdy teens, kids on a sugar high, the smells of deep-fried food mixed with just a little vomit.
But there were also sweeter smells, like cotton candy and caramel. There was the happy tinkle of music from the ice cream truck, people yelling and waving to their friends from the top of the ferris wheel. There were smiles and laughter. There was joy.
And suddenly Wanda was no longer a demon, but a little girl perched atop her Father's shoulders, chomping messily on a caramel apple, while Pietro dragged their Mother towards a game he wanted to play.
She was pulled out of the happy memory by Vision's voice. He had paid, and they were now walking into the carnival.
"Hmm? What was that, Vizh?"
"I was asking if you wanted something" said Vision. "There's cotton candy, or hot chips, or.."
"Can we get caramel apples?" Wanda's eyes had lit up with an almost childlike excitement.
"Yes, of course" Vision smiled, his own eyes sparkling, pleased to see that his plans seemed to be working out well so far. "Anything you like."
Wanda grinned, happily dragging him over to the stall selling the apples.
At least for a moment, her own wicked plan was completely forgotten.
