AN: Enjoy!


For a while, Wanda did continue to dream. Continued to let Vision try to woo her, with breakfasts and dinner dates, with walks on the beach or in the park.

She let him take her to the movies, and buy her candy and popcorn. Was surprised when Vision made no attempts to make out with her, or feel her up at the back of the theater. Instead, he had softly, shyly, draped his arm around her. Wanda had surprised herself when she let her head rest on his shoulder in return. Blushed when he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

Wanda let Vision kiss her at the end of each date. He never pushed for more, and she, in turn, had stopped trying to push or trick him.

He was determined, it seemed, to do things right, to wait for her, and that somehow sparked warm feelings in Wanda's frozen heart.

She found herself kissing him goodnight before they went to sleep. Found it harder to sleep at all without him there, called him to her so she could sleep in the warm, safe embrace of his arms, and of course, his wings.

On weekday mornings, Wanda had even found herself kissing Vision goodbye before he left for work at the school.

On this particular morning, (Was it a Tuesday? Maybe a Wednesday? The days did blur a little, especially since she never left the apartment during the week), the kiss had lingered a bit longer than it should have.

"Wanda, I have to go to work.." Vision very gently pushed her away, chuckling.

Suddenly, Wanda felt the oddest sense of Deja Vu, like she was outside of herself, in her own childhood home, watching her Mother farewell her Father on a work day many years previous.

"Right.." she swallowed a lump in her throat.

"Are you okay?" Vision noticed the change in Wanda's tone.

"Yeah" She forced a smile. "You should go, Inger. Wouldn't want to be late and set a bad example for the kiddies.."

"Alright.." He wasn't sure he believed her, but he didn't have time at that moment to dwell on it. "I will be back at the usual time.."

"Have a good day.." As soon as Vision was out the door, Wanda took a deep breath, closing her eyes.

She saw them again, her parents, as clear as when they had been right in front of her. Heard her Father's warm laughter, her Mother's sometimes cheeky giggle. She saw how the comparison between them, and then herself and Vision, had sparked in her mind.

But in the end, it only reminded her of what could never be, a painful crash back to reality.

Wanda wanted things for Vision. Wanted him to have a future, a white picket fence, tiny winged babies. He deserved all those things..

But he could never have those things with her.

An Angel and a Demon could never work out. Being with Wanda would only get Vision hurt, or worse.

The time for her dreaming was over, it had to be. She had to go back to her plan.

Better to break his heart now, than find him broken later.

Vision, unaware of just how badly Wanda was spiraling and therefore having put her earlier odd behavior down to Wanda just being Wanda, had spent the day in a rather pleasant mood. At the end of the school day, Peter Parker trounced into the Library in an equally pleasant mood.

"Hi, Mr. Vision."

"Hello, Peter" Vision smiled. "You seem rather pleased this Afternoon."

"I am" Peter grinned, placing a box on Vision's desk. "I've finished my project for the Stark Internship. The synthetic spider web?"

"That's brilliant news! I gather from your expression that it has turned out the way you wanted?"

"Yeah, more or less" Peter lifted a vial of his created substance out of the box, which also contained paper copies of his research and other project notes. "I wanted to come show you since you've been so supportive and all."

"You are an easy young man to give support to, Peter.." Vision chuckled, examining the vial. "Gosh, that really does look like real spider silk, doesn't it?"

"That's the idea.. Acts like it too, but I don't want to make a mess in your library. You seem happy Today too, Mr. Vision."

"Well.. I suppose I am."

"Would it be inappropriate if I asked if that had something to do with Wanda?" Peter smirked a little.

"Maybe it does" A slightly goofy smile spread over Vision's face. "I'm planning something special for her.."

"That's nice, I hope it goes well.." Peter checked his watch and jumped a little, stowing the vial of webbing back in the box. "I've gotta go drop this back at the lab ready for the Stark Foundation guys to come pick it up in a couple days. Then I should get home, Aunt May's gonna take MJ and I for Milkshakes to celebrate me finishing my project."

"That sounds lovely, have a nice time Peter."

"I will.."

Peter hurried out of the library, unaware that his actions were under constant observation.

"Let's head home and report to the Boss" said Killmonger to Crossbones, the two of them watching from a distance as Peter carried his project towards the school's Science Lab.

"You sure?" Crossbones hesitated. "We haven't seen any confirmed Angel activity yet.."

"Maybe not, but for now, I think we might be able to give him his way back in with the Parker kid.."

Wanda's mind was made up. She had to break things off with Vision, before it was too late. She would pack a bag, tell him goodbye, and..

Wanda paused mid-thought. Speaking of 'too late', where was Vision?

The Angel had told her that he would be home at the usual time, but that time was a little over half an hour ago. Wanda tried not to descend into panic too quickly. While he hadn't made a habit of it by any means, Vision had been late home before.

Still, it was hard not to worry a little. What if she was too late? What if other demons had found him, found out about them?

What if her reluctance to let him go, clinging to an impossible dream, had cost her Angel his life?

She would never forgive herself, never, and..

Vision walked through the door, and Wanda was almost ready to slap him.

"You're late.." She tried to keep her voice from shaking. Wanda couldn't let him see how worried she was, how much she cared.

"Only a little" Vision shrugged.

"You said you'd be back at the usual time.." Wanda grumbled. Vision seemed to be in a rather good mood, and she hated that she was going to ruin it soon.

"I planned to be, but I had to stop and pick up some things" The Angel explained apologetically, and Wanda noticed that he was carrying two shopping bags, one of which he handed to her. "That's for you, but don't look at it yet.."

"Why not?"

"It's for Tomorrow evening.. Why should we confine our dates to weekends, we are adults after all."

"I guess.." Wanda looked at the bag she held, but honored his wish that she not look inside it.

This wasn't the plan, but.. One more date. One last dream.. What could go wrong?