#Wandaviz fic

[thatoneaspie]

“I’ll Never Let You Go”

A WandaVision AU

By thatoneaspie

| Synopsis: Vision comes home after a nighttime stroll to find his pregnant wife in a scary situation. The only difference to the canon of WandaVision is that Wanda’s pregnancy is not sped up and they know they’re having twin boys. Set in the 70s episode, but “footage” was not aired as a part of the “show”; both are not wearing 70s attire. TW: pregnancy, PTSD (implied), death (implied). |

For @visionismydaddy & @spidey-adhd who wanted more pregnant Wanda fics :,-)

“Wanda?”

Vision never slept. Not because he didn’t want to. He didn’t need to. However, Wanda preferred that he laid in bed with her at night, and he wasn’t going to argue with his pregnant wife.

Once she fell asleep, he sometimes went for a stroll around the quiet neighborhood to collect his thoughts. Things in Westview, NJ didn’t always make sense to Vision. The walks became more and more frequent with twin boys on the way. With the abnormalities of his home town strewn from his mind given the impending role of being a father, he found it most pleasurable to read books on pregnancy while walking in the refreshing night air.

Usually, when he came back home and went back to their shared room, Wanda was sprawled out on the bed and in a deep sleep. She loved to sleep on her stomach, and the new tenants were making that impossible these days, much to her dismay.

This time, when Vision walked up to the closed oak door, he heard hastened breathing on the other side instead of the usual light snoring with the rise and fall of her chest.

He opened the door, and saw an unusual scene in front of him.

Wanda, in her grey night shirt, scarlet shorts and bedhead bun, was sitting straight up in bed on the furthermost side, gripping the sheets with white knuckles. Head down, her eyes were shut and she was hyperventilating.

Vision quickly glided to her side, and put his hand on hers while sitting down next to her. “Wanda? My love, are you alright?” He whispered. She didn’t seem to hear him at all.

For a moment, he feared that she was having contractions. It was awfully early, she was only 6 months along...

But then, he saw her face up close, and realized what was going on.

Another nightmare.

They had been coming more frequently now as she progressed. The doctor said it was normal in someone who had gone through all that she had, but Vision had never seen her get as bad as this.

Her face was streaked with tears, and they flowed freely and silently. Her mouth was open in a half- scream, in a continued effort to catch her breath. Vision made a mental note of her red nose and swollen under eyes, that only made an appearance after she had been crying a long while.

Vision had never seen her have a panic attack before, and wasn’t quite sure what to do. Her nightmares had only been a matter of her waking up in a sweat, then falling back asleep on his chest after they did a short round of deep breathing exercises together.

This was unprecedented.

“Wanda.” He said again, in a soft voice.

“Vizh.” She croaked back. It was so quiet that should he have been even a millimeter farther away, he wouldn’t have heard her. “Hold me. Please.”

Vision picked her up gently, coaxing her fists to release the sheets below her, and put her on his lap. She was shaking like a leaf, and she gripped the sweater he was wearing while curling up on his chest. He wrapped one arm around her, and the other stroked her hair. She was dangerously warm from her elevated heart rate and subsequent sweating. They laid there for awhile, Vision holding his wife while she cried and protecting her from the unknown horrors of her mind.

“It’s not real, Wanda. It’s not real. You’re alright. I’m here.” Vision repeated intermittently.

She opened her eyes after some time, almost out of a trance, and took him in. Her green eyes searched him in urgency, making sure everything was in place. With a trembling hand she touched the Mind Stone in the middle of his forehead, not believing it was truly real. Vision cradled her cheek with his hand, and she sunk into it with a shaky sigh of relief. He wiped the tears as they continued to fall.

“You were dead.”

Vision watched as her face grew wary again, and the tears increased in speed and her panic returned. “Thanos... killed you... you were... dead...”

“Shh, my love. Shh.” Vision whispered. “I’m right here. It was just a dream.” He had no idea what a “Thanos” was, but it wouldn’t stop him from reassuring her that he was alright.

Wanda gripped his hand and rested her head in the crook of his shoulder. She flinched at a feeling unshared by Vision.

“What is it?” Vision asked.

“The boys... they won’t stop kicking...”

Vision gently moved his free hand to her stomach, but not before asking “May I?”

He knew that he didn’t have to ask, but it always made Wanda chuckle, even in a moment like this. She nodded.

Gently pushing up the bottom of her shirt and exposing her bare belly, Vision placed his hand gingerly on the middle of her swollen stomach, taking in its curve.

“Oh my.”

“Yeah... they’re going crazy in there...”

“Hi there, little ones. It’s your dad.” Vision says, changing his tone to make it clear that he is talking to his unborn sons. “Your mommy is okay. I know you’re worried about her. But you don’t have to kick her so hard. I’m taking good care of her out here, so no need to worry.” His thumb moves back and forth on her exposed skin while his the rest of his hand stays in its original spot, tracing an imaginary line, doing his best to bring comfort to the growing babies inside and their mom alike.

Wanda gasps, sniffling. “They stopped!”

“That they did.” Vision smiles, about to move his hand.

“Wait! Don’t mov —keep it there, please?” Wanda asks, putting her hand atop his own.

Vision smiles as she looks up at him. He breathes a sigh of relief that her vitals are back to normal (he’s able to check them while they are touching) and wipes the last tear away from her face. He leans his forehead into hers, the Mind Stone cooling her glistening brow. They speak in whispers as they take in each other, eyes closed, simply treasuring each other’s presence.

“Vizh?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Can you hold me until I fall asleep?”

Vision holds her tighter, grinning as her eyes flutter open and closed. “I’ll do you one better.” He whispers, breaking their contact and kissing the top of her forehead. Wanda relaxes deeper into his chest as she drifts off again, head falling where his mechanical heart lie below. Their hands still rest on Wanda’s bump.

“I’ll never let you go.”

[mygardenmentality]

Elizabeth olsen as Wanda maximoff /scarlett witch

[icalledhimpietro]

In all seriousness, its really disappointing to see the way both MCU and 20th Century Fox waste the potential of having Pietro Maximoff as a character. He is an incredibly fun, dynamic, and relatable character in the comics with so much to work with and it seems like all either studio uses him for are silly tropes and cheap plot progression. If he were brought back in the MCU and treated with the same respect as his sister, he could easily become a favorite among the fans. Fox has sort of walked that line but don't really give him any depth beyond "Magneto is my dad" and MCU had an actor who portrayed him with so much care and depth but then they killed him off and did nothing else with him from that point forward, not even as much as a mention of him in the movies post AoU. Pietro Maximoff was easily one of my, if not my absolute favorite in the comics and I sincerely hope they atleast pay some respect to the character in some way, especially in WandaVision. There is no perfect world for Wanda without her brother and if Marvel tries make to make it appear otherwise it will easily take me out of show. I know they won't do it because at this point it really just seems like they don't care but as someone who went to AoU so excited to see Quicksilver, Pietro Maximoff, played by one of my favorite actors, join the Avengers or at least the Marvel franchise only to leave the theater in complete disbelief at the absolute lack of care for the character as a whole, I really wish they did care more about him because I think a lot of fans would too and even more would grow to really love him like I do. Anyway, thats my rant.

[pixviee]

WANDA PUT THAT BOOK DOWN

[waywardblazer]

Final Goodbye

Paring: Billy x Tommy Maximoff

Warning(s): Angst, heartache

Word count: 700

Summary: We know how it ended with Wanda and Vision but what about the boys? What did Billy and Tommy do after their parents left the room?

A/N: IM SORRY!! Please forgive me! I was rewatching Wandavision and this story popped into my head and I needed to get it out. I cried while writing this...

[ Gif credit to: @anepotter ]

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“Boys...” Wanda murmured, looking lovingly at her two children.

Tommy and Billy silently met their mother’s gaze, seeing only sadness and fear as visible tears threatened to fall from her eyes.

“Thanks for choosing me to be your mom.” Wanda whispered. Vision stood in the doorway silently, both watching as their son’s curled up under their blankets.

Billy could feel the energy coming off of Wanda and it broke his heart because inside he knew what was about to happen and he was absolutely terrified. Tommy, usually being a talkative kid just lay there quietly. They gave their mother and father one last smile before they left. Within seconds the room was quiet and the buzzing sound in the distance from the energy field as it approached became more obvious.

Billy closed his eyes as focused hard, his powers allowing him to see the images of Westview reverting back and catch a glimpse of his father’s last moments with his mom which only made him gasp. He bit down on his lip but couldn’t hold back the tears as he let the fear and realisation hit him. He pulled his blanket up to muffle the loud sobbing and so not to alert their parents.

“Billy?” Tommy had heard his twin brother’s whimpers and slipped out of bed without an ounce of speed.

He climbed up onto his bed, only managing a glance outside and seeing the red energy field getting closer, a sigh leaving him as he curled up under the duvet with Billy wrapping his arms around his younger twin as tightly as he could. He could feel tears welling in his eyes but he ignored them. He needed to be strong, for his brother .

Billy just buried his head into Tommy, allowing the tears to come streaming out. “I’m scared... I don’t want to leave you I don’t want to leave dad and w-we can’t leave mom... she’ll be alone.” He said desperately, his wails still muffled slightly.

“I know... I know, I’m scared too, but you’re not leaving dad or me. I’m with you until the end.” He said softly as he subconsciously held him tighter. “Mom will be alright... she’s an avenger, you know she can do anything.”

“She can bring us back... she can fix the dead, maybe... she can?” Billy said, calming down just a bit to try and think.

Tommy only sighed as he fell silent, listening to the buzz sound of energy field . “She can only try...” He whispered.

“You mean so much to me, thanks for being the amazing brother I never knew I’d have. I’m sorry for always hogging our games.” Billy randomly confessed, earning a small chuckle from his brother.

“You’re kick-ass, Bill.” He said, resting his head on top of his brother’s head and leaning back into the pillow.

Billy closed his eyes and watched as the energy field rounded the corner and fast approached the house, he could hear his heart pounding in his ears. The fear was real. It was time.

“I love you, Tommy.... I love you.” Billy choked out as he burst into tears again, clinging tightly onto his brother.

“I love you too, Billy.” Tommy said softly in rely, feeling his own tears begin to fall but this time making no effort to stop them. He closed his eyes tightly, fighting the urge to use the last of his speed to get them to safety.

Billy closed his eyes as well and saw his parents together for the last time. There was so many things he wanted to say to her, thank her for but, the pain in Wanda’s eyes matched the feeling of acceptance and he knew she would be ok. He knew he would see her again soon.

“Goodbye... mom, thank you.” He mentally whispered to her, one last tear rolling down his face as he returned his mind to his brother.

The room around them changed and both boys hugged each other tightly as they faded into thin air, along with the reality that they had called home. Their last thought was of their parents and them together, happy, because let’s be real...

Family is forever.

[smellycinnamonthundahfudge]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: WandaVision (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Vision Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Monica Rambeau Additional Tags: Tragedy, Angst and Tragedy, Angst, Heavy Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hurt Wanda Maximoff, POV Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff Needs a Hug, Protective Vision (Marvel), Sweet Vision (Marvel), Poor Vision (Marvel), Goodbyes Summary:

And Wanda was fine with being the villain, people already feared her nevertheless, even when she fought for them. She made herself the villain to get her family back.

Westview, her transformed version of it, was her dream.

But, she still lost him anyways, all the same.

 - Wanda and Vision say their goodbyes. -

This fic has taken everything i had from me. It has drained my soul, my lifeblood, my thoughts emotions dreams, my realizations, every bit of knowledge i had inside of me, from me. For months.

And now, it’s over.

I pored my entire being into this fic. into giving wanda and vision, two characters whose stories utterly own me, the goodbyes they deserve.

Read it if you can, (even comment if you want to) I’d certainly appreciate it. I love what i wrote for wandavis. I love these characters. I love what i wrote for them.

Sigh...

[scarletvisionss]

editing your draft very slightly counts as writing, right? asking for a friend.

[pixviee]

Only

💫Two more hours💫

left

I just want it to be

🌟Friday🌟

So I can just chill and watch some

✨Wandavision✨

[thatoneaspie]

WandaVision AU - “Post Mom-tem”

By thatoneaspie

| Synopsis: After Wanda takes down the Hex around Westview, NJ, Vision dies. She thought she would find herself alone, but on the contrary: she’s now pregnant. (She never had the twins in the Westview storyline). “Post Mortem” means “after death” in Latin. |

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It’s mid-day, and Jimmy Woo and Monica Rambeau are having lunch. It’s been almost a year - nine months to be exact - since they’ve seen Wanda, and nine months since the Westview anomaly was solved.

“That was insane,” says Jimmy, still in disbelief. “I mean, Agnes was the villain all along - total crazy twist, gotta give props to the writers ——”

“Hush.” Says Monica, out of nowhere.

“Tough crowd. Sheesh.” Jimmy sighs.

“No. Really. Something’s wrong with Wanda.”

Jimmy is shocked by this statement, as Wanda has been completely off the grid since what happened at Westview. He’s silent for awhile, but can’t contain it.

“How do you know—- I mean, even if she is, how the hell would you even find her?” Jimmy asks, sipping on some iced tea.

“I think I know where she is.”

Jimmy spits out his drink. “And why are you just telling me now?”

Monica looks visibly annoyed for a moment, then softens. How would he know what she could do?

“Since the Hex altered my DNA, I have a connection with Wanda somehow - sometimes I can feel what she’s feeling. But I can’t pinpoint where she is, until just now - it must be really urgent.”

“You better go, then!” Jimmy starts, but Monica is gone before the end of the sentence.

Sighing, Jimmy takes the check. “She better get the next one. I don’t make the big bucks.”

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Monica finds herself in the middle of snowy mountains at a run-down cabin. The high-pitched hum of the tea kettle can be heard inside. Then, she hears someone groaning softly.

Inside, she finds Wanda, dressed in white sweats, on all fours, and her hair tied up in a messy bun. Sweaty ringlets of hair frame her hardly visible face. She is breathing mechanically, almost as if run by a machine.

“Wanda?” Monica says hesitantly, making her way towards her. She kneels on the ground and puts a comforting hand on Wanda’s back.

Wanda is nothing like Monica saw her last. The Scarlet Witch was now vulnerable, on the ground and unbelievably exhausted.

“Monica.” She breathes.

Wanda turns over, a visible effort, and begins to breathe heavily again. One hand takes Monica’s, gripping it tightly, and the other makes it way toward her hyperextended stomach.

She’s pregnant.

And not only pregnant - but in labor.

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“Wanda — when? How?”

It seems that it’s difficult for Wanda to talk, but she manages an explanation.

“When I took down the Hex, Viz was gone, and I thought that was it... but as soon as he... died, I noticed a bump... and here we are. I have no idea how it happened, because I can’t control reality outside the hex... and I’ve spent the last 9 months trying to figure it out and have gotten nowhere. He must have left them for me... so I wouldn’t be... alone...”

She begins to cry, doing her best to fight off the emotion. She’s too tired, and the labor so far has worn her out, so she lets the tears come.

“Wanda... hey.” Monica gently puts her arms around Wanda and lets her sob into her shoulder. “It’s alright. I’m here... you’re not alone, Wanda.”

“I can’t do this... I can’t have these babies without Vision.” Then her face contorts into one of pain, and she begins her controlled breathing again.

“You’re going great, Wanda. Just keep breathing like that. You can do this.”

“I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.”

“You can. And you will, because your babies need you. If not for you, and if not for them... for Vision.”

Wanda looks up at Monica. The bags under her eyes are more evident than ever, and her green eyes show understanding. She nods and then goes back to breathing.

“Hooo. Heee. Hooo.”

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After another contraction subsides, Monica slowly leads Wanda to the small bed in the back of the cabin. She helps her change into a clean gown, and coaches her through her contractions.

“No more... please. I’m sorry for what I did at Westview...” Wanda screams, but to no one at all.

Monica is unsure what to do with this response. Wanda seems in a trance, that only subsides after her most intensive contractions. Maybe Vision did leave her the children, but is someone else... maybe someone uninvited, involved as well.

Could Agatha be torturing her again somehow?

There was no time to dwell on this theory; it was time for Wanda to start pushing.

Monica props her up on the bed with pillows behind her back, and holds her hand from the end of the bed.

“Wanda, it’s time to push.”

“God... it feels like I’m being ripped apart. And Agatha literally tried to rip me apart...” She laughs weakly.

Wanda pushes for several hours, unbelievably spent, but determined to meet her children. Monica’s hand is almost broken by the end of it.

Monica delivers them both safely: two beautiful and perfect baby boys.

“Tommy.” Wanda says sweetly to one of the sleeping babies. Monica has never seen this side of her before; so gentle, so protective.

“And Billy.” Wanda says, looking to the other sleeping boy in Monica’s arms. Her eyes suddenly glaze over with a vacant look.

“Vision loved that name. Billy.” She looks over at her baby boy again and strokes his cheek. He always wanted to be a dad.” She wipes a tear away and sniffles.

“Maybe... maybe Vision is a dad.”

Wanda looks at Monica, her eyes accusatory but purposely vague. “What do you mean?” She whispers.

“These boys are obviously Vision’s, that we’ve worked out... but it’s impossible for him to leave you pregnant after death. So maybe... he’s still alive.”

Wanda puts her hand to her mouth in disbelief. “How did I miss that? Oh my god...”

“Either that...” Monica thinks to herself, “or, Agnes is using these children to torture you again, and Vision is really dead. But if that’s the case, why do the babies look so much like him...?”

“There’s only one way to find out.” Wanda says determinedly, “I need to call in a favor.”

“And what might that be?” Monica asks.

“Dr. Strange.”

[icalledhimpietro]

Hey Pietro Stans

I have a serious question

Now that we are all here out in the open again after 5+ years

What are we gonna call ourselves?

Like, what's the Pietro fandom name?

This is important, we need a name in case we all have to vacate our mourning caves and join Marvel society again. We can't just go into it unprepared

[thatoneaspie]

I need fics where Wanda and Agatha have a baby?? Do they exist?? Please send my way I’m BEGGING

[smellycinnamonthundahfudge]

Under the cut will be an excerpt from a wandaviz fic that i'm particularly proud of and i was reminded by this song of the most :'''') ❤️❤️❤️❤️

It killed her, because he was her life.

It drowned her, because they had so many dreams, and hopes, and memories to drown in.

She lost him because he was hers to lose.

She grieved because she loved him.

And she still needs to grieve him because she still loves him.

She needs to say goodbye.

[scarletvisionss]

why did i decide to take prompts when i already have so many ideas for fics asdfgghjlan now i'm 300 words into another smutty WandaViz one-shot that i was not planning on but OH WELL because it's fun to write something that's a little bit different for me

[scarletvisionss]

12, 13 and 18!

12. Is there a trope you haven't written yet but really want to?

I'd like to write a period piece, I got a prompt for an Emma WandaViz AU and I thought writing a regency era fic would be really fun, I think I'll have to move it up my To Be Written list. Other than that, I want to write more soulmate AUs! It's my favorite trope and I've only written one so far. 

13. Is there a trope you wouldn't write if it was the last trope on Earth?

Hm, I'm not comfortable with daddy kink, it really freaks me out, personally, though I have nothing against it, I just don't read it and could never write it. Beyond that, I wouldn't write anything where the victim falls for their abuser. I hate the "good woman must make bad man better" trope, it's not a woman's responsibility to atone for someone's sins. 

18. What is a line/scene you're really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

Most recently, I really, really like how my second chapter of "one single thread of gold (tied me to you)" turned out, it's my newest Sansa/Margaery fic, and I really love, in particular, one line I wrote: "Everyone here wants to eat me, Sansa thought." I just really feel like is evokes a lot of Sansa's inner monologue from ACoK especially. I'm also really proud of my "may the fourth" Harry/Hermione/Ron one-shot, I feel like I wrote that only for myself though. I love the last part of the last chapter of "be yourself my ally," where Sansa and Dany are in the godswood, it really made me emotional to write it. When Sansa tells Dany, "You named yourself savior... When I begged for aid, you came." It really sums up their stories and their journey towards each other. I'm very proud of that fic. 

Thank you so much for the ask!

[visionismydaddy]

🥺🥺🥺

“I’ll Never Let You Go”

A WandaVision AU

By thatoneaspie

| Synopsis: Vision comes home after a nighttime stroll to find his pregnant wife in a scary situation. The only difference to the canon of WandaVision is that Wanda’s pregnancy is not sped up and they know they’re having twin boys. Set in the 70s episode, but “footage” was not aired as a part of the “show”; both are not wearing 70s attire. TW: pregnancy, PTSD (implied), death (implied). |

For @visionismydaddy & @spidey-adhd who wanted more pregnant Wanda fics :,-)

“Wanda?”

Vision never slept. Not because he didn’t want to. He didn’t need to. However, Wanda preferred that he laid in bed with her at night, and he wasn’t going to argue with his pregnant wife.

Once she fell asleep, he sometimes went for a stroll around the quiet neighborhood to collect his thoughts. Things in Westview, NJ didn’t always make sense to Vision. The walks became more and more frequent with twin boys on the way. With the abnormalities of his home town strewn from his mind given the impending role of being a father, he found it most pleasurable to read books on pregnancy while walking in the refreshing night air.

Usually, when he came back home and went back to their shared room, Wanda was sprawled out on the bed and in a deep sleep. She loved to sleep on her stomach, and the new tenants were making that impossible these days, much to her dismay.

This time, when Vision walked up to the closed oak door, he heard hastened breathing on the other side instead of the usual light snoring with the rise and fall of her chest.

He opened the door, and saw an unusual scene in front of him.

Wanda, in her grey night shirt, scarlet shorts and bedhead bun, was sitting straight up in bed on the furthermost side, gripping the sheets with white knuckles. Head down, her eyes were shut and she was hyperventilating.

Vision quickly glided to her side, and put his hand on hers while sitting down next to her. “Wanda? My love, are you alright?” He whispered. She didn’t seem to hear him at all.

For a moment, he feared that she was having contractions. It was awfully early, she was only 6 months along...

But then, he saw her face up close, and realized what was going on.

Another nightmare.

They had been coming more frequently now as she progressed. The doctor said it was normal in someone who had gone through all that she had, but Vision had never seen her get as bad as this.

Her face was streaked with tears, and they flowed freely and silently. Her mouth was open in a half- scream, in a continued effort to catch her breath. Vision made a mental note of her red nose and swollen under eyes, that only made an appearance after she had been crying a long while.

Vision had never seen her have a panic attack before, and wasn’t quite sure what to do. Her nightmares had only been a matter of her waking up in a sweat, then falling back asleep on his chest after they did a short round of deep breathing exercises together.

This was unprecedented.

“Wanda.” He said again, in a soft voice.

“Vizh.” She croaked back. It was so quiet that should he have been even a millimeter farther away, he wouldn’t have heard her. “Hold me. Please.”

Vision picked her up gently, coaxing her fists to release the sheets below her, and put her on his lap. She was shaking like a leaf, and she gripped the sweater he was wearing while curling up on his chest. He wrapped one arm around her, and the other stroked her hair. She was dangerously warm from her elevated heart rate and subsequent sweating. They laid there for awhile, Vision holding his wife while she cried and protecting her from the unknown horrors of her mind.

“It’s not real, Wanda. It’s not real. You’re alright. I’m here.” Vision repeated intermittently.

She opened her eyes after some time, almost out of a trance, and took him in. Her green eyes searched him in urgency, making sure everything was in place. With a trembling hand she touched the Mind Stone in the middle of his forehead, not believing it was truly real. Vision cradled her cheek with his hand, and she sunk into it with a shaky sigh of relief. He wiped the tears as they continued to fall.

“You were dead.”

Vision watched as her face grew wary again, and the tears increased in speed and her panic returned. “Thanos... killed you... you were... dead...”

“Shh, my love. Shh.” Vision whispered. “I’m right here. It was just a dream.” He had no idea what a “Thanos” was, but it wouldn’t stop him from reassuring her that he was alright.

Wanda gripped his hand and rested her head in the crook of his shoulder. She flinched at a feeling unshared by Vision.

“What is it?” Vision asked.

“The boys... they won’t stop kicking...”

Vision gently moved his free hand to her stomach, but not before asking “May I?”

He knew that he didn’t have to ask, but it always made Wanda chuckle, even in a moment like this. She nodded.

Gently pushing up the bottom of her shirt and exposing her bare belly, Vision placed his hand gingerly on the middle of her swollen stomach, taking in its curve.

“Oh my.”

“Yeah... they’re going crazy in there...”

“Hi there, little ones. It’s your dad.” Vision says, changing his tone to make it clear that he is talking to his unborn sons. “Your mommy is okay. I know you’re worried about her. But you don’t have to kick her so hard. I’m taking good care of her out here, so no need to worry.” His thumb moves back and forth on her exposed skin while his the rest of his hand stays in its original spot, tracing an imaginary line, doing his best to bring comfort to the growing babies inside and their mom alike.

Wanda gasps, sniffling. “They stopped!”

“That they did.” Vision smiles, about to move his hand.

“Wait! Don’t mov —keep it there, please?” Wanda asks, putting her hand atop his own.

Vision smiles as she looks up at him. He breathes a sigh of relief that her vitals are back to normal (he’s able to check them while they are touching) and wipes the last tear away from her face. He leans his forehead into hers, the Mind Stone cooling her glistening brow. They speak in whispers as they take in each other, eyes closed, simply treasuring each other’s presence.

“Vizh?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Can you hold me until I fall asleep?”

Vision holds her tighter, grinning as her eyes flutter open and closed. “I’ll do you one better.” He whispers, breaking their contact and kissing the top of her forehead. Wanda relaxes deeper into his chest as she drifts off again, head falling where his mechanical heart lie below. Their hands still rest on Wanda’s bump.

“I’ll never let you go.”