Wanda x reader x Vision
"I'm going to be in the shed for a while," Wanda announced, entering the living room where you sat.
"Alright, I'll bring you some lunch in a couple of hours." You told the woman.
"Alright. I love you." Wanda said, leaning down to kiss you gently.
"Love you too." You smiled up at her before she left your home.
It had been months since Westview and its heartbreaks. You and Wanda had been living in your new home in a peaceful solace ever since.
No one, bar your father, knew where the two of you were, and you were both enjoying the quiet and serenity it attributed to.
Wanda spent most of her days out in the shed she had created, learning and practising with her newfound magic.
While you spent your days doing whatever came to your mind. You read, gardened, cooked, but mostly, you wrote.
In your time at the cabin, you had filled several books filled with the memories you had of your children and Vision.
Days with Vision from before Westview and times during. You wrote of your children. About Billy and Tommy, and Luna, and the days you shared.
But you also wrote about the days you wished you could have shared.
You wrote about all the firsts that you had missed.
As well as all of the birthdays that they had skipped.
And even the more simple and boring activities that you'd never gotten to do together.
Anything that you could write about, you did.
Some days you even wrote about your family before. About your parents, your siblings and your extended Avengers family. The days where everyone was alive and safe.
And in some aspect, this helped you deal with everything that had happened to you. The loss of Vision, the snap, the death of your aunt, Westview and your children's passings.
Wanda had never read through the books. She said she understood the depths in which you'd written were private, but she was here if you needed to vocalise anything.
And when she said things like that, it reminded you why you loved her and why you refused to abandon her.
You must have fallen asleep to your thoughts because the next thing you knew, the sun was lowering, and you were starving.
"Wand?" You called, rubbing your eyes as you stood from the couch.
No response.
"She better have taken a break at some point." You said to yourself before walking towards and out of the front door.
But before you could even take a step off the porch, you froze at the sight that was before you.
Wanda, her hands glowing red and hovering off the ground, standing before a white Vision.
"Wanda!" Y/N exclaimed, running forward to stand beside the woman, lightning at her fingertips.
"Everything's alright, darling," Wanda promised without turning to look at you.
"As I told Wanda, I mean no harm." The pale Vision promised, slowly raising his hands in a show of surrender. "I only came to talk."
"Are you sure you're not here to finish the job?" You asked, raising a brow.
"I'm sure." He nodded.
"You're different than before," Wanda noted, her accent thick as she addressed him. "That is different." She gestured to the glow on his forehead.
"I am." He nodded again. "In more ways than one. I just wanted to apologise. To the two of you."
"That's all?" You questioned him.
"That's all." He confirmed. "And I suppose, now, I should be going. I understand that seeing me would be hard for you both."
"And how do you know that?" Wanda asked as the glow of her hands began to dull.
"I, he, restored my memories. The other Vision." This Vision clarified. "I remember everything. I truly just wanted to say that I'm sorry for hurting both of you."
"He restored your memories?" You murmured to yourself as your hands dropped to your side, and the lightning faded away.
"Yes." He confirmed. "I have spent months going through those memories, and the ones I had, and I knew I needed to apologise. I needed that, and maybe I was hoping,"
"Hoping for what?" Wanda asked when he trailed off.
"Hoping you would kill me." He told the two of you.
"Why would you want that?" You questioned him.
"Because I might deserve it. And, quite honestly, I haven't got anything planned for after this. I don't know where to go or what to do. I'm a little lost."
As the pale Vision spoke, Wanda's hands also dropped to her side, and she turned to face you.
We're fucked, aren't we? You pushed your thoughts at Wanda.
Yeah. We are. Wanda's voice entered your mind before she turned to face him.
"We have a lot of problems to deal with at the moment." Wanda started. "I have all this new power I can't entirely control."
"And we're both on the run." You interjected. "From several people and agencies."
"I understand." He nodded. "I never would want to add to your troubles. I'll be going." He said, turning away.
"Wait." You called out before he could fly away.
"Y/N?"
"You can stay." You told him.
"On the couch," Wanda established. "And if this is some sort of trick,"
"It's not. I promise you." He swore, cutting Wanda off.
"Good." You nodded, nodding from him to follow you and Wanda inside. "I'll grab some blankets." You said, moving out of the room.
Quickly you rushed away into the room you shared with Wanda before snatching two out of the chest at the end of the bed.
"What do we call you now?" Wanda asked as you reentered the living room.
"I am still Vision."
"Yeah, that's not happening." You scoffed before wincing. "Sorry."
"Everything is still so raw," Wanda explained as you set about making up the couch.
"I understand." He told you. "You don't need to call me anything. I assure you, you will hardly remember I am here."
Oh, if only it were that easy.
"He's in our home. We invited him into our home. Y/N, we invited him to stay." Wanda ranted later that night as she paced the length of your room. "Are we morons? Was this a stupid decision?"
"I don't think we've made a smart decision since 2015, Wand." You told the woman. "Please get into bed and calm down before you start flaring up."
"Y/N, we left him alone in our home. How are you not worried?" Wanda questioned you.
"Because I believe him when he said he was sorry and that he's different." You told her. "You saw it too, Wand. He's not the same as the last time we met."
"That doesn't mean I have to trust him." Wanda scoffed.
"You let him into the house, Wand." You reminded the witch. "You didn't blast him the second he approached you."
"That doesn't mean anything."
"Wand, it means everything." You shook your head. "We'd know if he were here to hurt us. We have better instincts than anyone else, but that's not why we let him in."
"He's just like our Viz in so many ways." Wanda sighed, collapsing onto the end of the bed.
"But he's not ours."
"I know that. Do you?"
"Of course I do." You promised, taking Wanda's hand in yours. "He's not our Vision, right now, all he is is a guest on our couch who's as lost as we are, and that's it. He's not our friend, not our enemy, and he's not ours."
"Yeah. Yeah, you're right."
"I usually am." You smiled at the woman. "Now come to bed. I know you didn't take a break today."
"I got closer today," Wanda admitted as she moved under the covers. "I could feel it. I could feel them." She told you.
"That's fantastic, sweetheart. I know you're gonna find them." You smiled, leaning over to kiss her gently.
"Thank you."
"For?"
"Staying. Staying with me despite everything."
"I never considered leaving." You promised, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Get some sleep. You need it."
Despite you and Wanda insisting to one another that he'd only be here for a couple of days at the most, he'd been in your home for a month. And yet, neither of you had asked him to leave.
For the first week, it was uncomfortable. After all, he was almost the spitting image of your dead husband, the father of your children.
Wanda could barely stand to be in a room with him during that first week. She spent more time in her shed than she ever had before.
But you couldn't say much. You hid away too.
But somehow, someway, in his second week in your home, something changed.
He was no longer an unwelcome guest. He was becoming a welcome guest and someone you and Wanda could stand to be around.
"Why do you leave for supplies instead of Wanda?" He asked one day during the second week when you returned from a trip into the nearest town. "Wouldn't it be easier to use a spell and disguise herself and go on supply runs?"
"Probably, but espionage is a part of my background, not hers." You shrugged, loading the bag. "It was the first thing I ever wanted to be as a kid."
"I suppose that would be normal considering who your father is." He commented.
"Funnily enough, it wasn't him who inspired that dream. I never even thought about it until he brought aunt Tasha home." You said. "I wanted to be just like her."
"I don't believe I have told you so, but I am sorry for your loss." He said. "Natasha was a good woman."
"She was." You nodded. "But, hey, no need to be sorry, you didn't kill her."
"No, I didn't, but I understand that it's considered respectful to pass on wishes of condolences to a grieving person or persons." He mentioned.
"Yeah, well, if I start letting people give out their condolences, they're never gonna stop giving them out." You scoffed.
"Y/N, I just want to say, and please stop me if this is out of line, but you're allowed to grief."
"I know. I know that." You said defensively. "But I am not a public mourner. My grief stays behind closed doors, but I feel it. I feel it just as much as any other person would in my situation."
"I wasn't suggesting you didn't." He assured you. "I apologise. I was just trying to say that if you wish to speak with someone or perhaps need someone to simply listen, you can always find me. Should that be of some comfort to you?" He added, causing the breath to catch in your throat.
"It would actually, um, talking to someone else would bring me comfort. Thank you." You nodded at him.
You were doing your best to not choke on the ball that made its home in your throat. But you were also fighting against the wave the kept coming to knock you down, and it was hard to focus on one, let alone two battles.
And it was worse when he said those words, and he sounded so sincere.
"Of course. Any time, I mean it."
"Um, I gotta get the rest of this stuff away." You said quickly. "But I'm going back into town tomorrow, so if you want any books or anything like that, let me know. It gets boring up here really quickly."
"Thank you, Y/N. That would be most appreciated." He said before you ran from the room.
Non-reader POV
Wanda slept a lot lighter than she used to nowadays.
It had half to do with the immense power burning through her and half to do with the intense nightmares she suffered.
This time when Wanda awoke, it was thankfully not the latter.
In fact, it wasn't really the former that roused her from her sleep. It was the smell of something burning.
Shooting upright, Wanda turned to see Y/N still sleeping peacefully beside her.
But the burning smell persisted.
Snatching a cardigan off the end of the bed, Wanda quietly rushed from the room and towards the offending odour.
"What are you doing?" Wanda demanded, her accent thicker with sleep, as she rounded the kitchen corner.
There he stood, holding a smoking pan in his pale hand.
With a flick of her fingers, Wanda vanished the smoking mess and then, with a wave of her hand, drove the vapour out of the house.
"Ah, thank you, Wanda." He breathed out a sigh of relief. "I turned to make the tea, but I admit I forget the stove was still on."
"Tea?" Wanda asked, raising a brow. "You don't drink tea. Or eat, for that matter."
"No, I don't, but you and Y/N do." He said, causing Wanda to reassess her kitchen.
Pots and pans were scattered about the kitchen counters, an array of her bowls and plates were pulled from the cabinet, and there were more groceries on the benches than there were in the fridge,
But then she looked on the table before her and saw two plates piled high with toast and eggs, and two mugs filled with tea sat by their side.
"You made breakfast?" Wanda slowly asked.
"I did. Well, I was trying to, but I suppose three successes are better than nothing." He shrugged.
"Why?"
"Well, the preference, I suppose, is a higher success rate than a lower one,"
"No." Wanda cut him off with a shake of her head. "Why did you make breakfast?"
"Oh. Um, I thought it would be the best way to express my gratitude. For you allowing me into your home and letting me stay on your sofa." He told her. "I thought breakfast in bed was a good idea, but as it turns out, I'm not a great cook."
"You never were." The words slipped out of Wanda's mouth before she could stop them.
And once they were said aloud, neither of the room's occupants could pretend she hadn't spoken them.
"But that doesn't matter. Neither of us is big breakfast people," Wanda shrugged, continuing as if she had meant her previous slip up. "Tea will suffice for me." She said, reaching forward and taking a cup. "Thank you."
"Of course, it's the least I can do. For everything you've done for me."
"Yes, well, I'm going to be working for most of the day," Wanda told him. "And after, I might go straight to bed. It takes a lot of energy to change the house."
"Did Y/N get her way on the sunroom?"
"Of course she did. She gave me her puppy dog eyes." Wanda nodded. "But since your taking up our couch, I decided we need a spare room."
"Oh, thank you, Wanda."
"It's not just for you. We need a spare space anyway." Wanda shrugged as if it weren't a big deal.
"Still, thank you."
"No big deal. Well, I suppose I should go poke the bear and wake Y/N." Wanda said. "Thank you for the tea." She added before rushing from the room.
The room that Wanda claimed was purely a spare space quickly became his.
Bookshelves lined the walls and became filled to the brim with books he remembered reading before.
The furniture was changed to suit his needs, and the room was painted to his preference.
And yet, he barely spent any time in that room. He spent most of his days with Y/N and Wanda.
And suddenly, the feelings in his past self's memories made sense to him.
That easy, peaceful, and calm sense he used to feel was happening to him.
Because it was so easy to be with the two.
But the closer he got, the more he remembered. Remembered days and moments they had shared with a different version of him.
And the further he fell into that hole, the more he relieved his own memories.
Memories where his hands were wrapped around Wanda's face as Y/N screamed at him.
But the memory continued, with his hands squeezing until Wanda stopped screaming and fell to the ground.
And then he turned his sights on Y/N.
He woke up screaming. And if he were human, he would have lost his voice at the sheer power ferocity.
"What's going on?" Y/N exclaimed as she and Wanda burst into his room.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He apologised, hiding his head in his hands.
"Nightmare?" Wanda guessed, moving into the room.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Hurt us?" Y/N asked, cocking her head to the side. "We're not hurt."
"Before." He said, raising his head. "I hurt you before."
"That was before. You weren't in control, but you are now." Wanda told him.
"Are you sure about that?"
"Positive," Y/N said, moving to stand beside Wanda. "You're not going to hurt us."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake either of you." He eventually sighed.
"You know, if you can't sleep,"
"We could stay."
"If you wanted us to."
The girls offered together, almost as if they were reading each other's minds.
And maybe they were.
"No. You don't have to do that. I can't ask that of you." He shook his head.
"Well, you're not asking. We're offering." Y/N said as she moved to get into the bed. "Schoch over, you take up as much space as Wanda takes blanket." She joked as he obliged her demand.
"Rude," Wanda muttered, climbing in on the other side.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked as the girls laid beside him, not touching him but just letting them know that they were there.
"This isn't anything more than we offered," Wanda told him.
"We're just staying close. It always helps either of us when we're having nightmares." Y/N shrugged.
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it."
And so he didn't.
He didn't mention that laying with the two brought back memories that weren't his own, but yet he so desperately yearned for them to be. And that next morning, he didn't mention how much it hurt to wake up alone.
Time in the cabin seemed to move strangely.
Some days it felt as if there were fewer minutes in an hour, and others, it was as if the hours morphed into years.
And suddenly, he'd been staying at the cabin for six months.
And yet, despite the motions of time, he still remembered dates that meant something to him before.
So one morning, long before the sun had risen, he took off and flew towards the nearest town.
Long before anyone could see him, he put his disguise up, managing to look just like everyone else.
It almost felt suffocating to hide away after so long being himself at the cabin. But still, he persevered.
Because this was something that he needed to do.
Time in town moved like it was supposed. Hours felt like hours, and they moved just as fast as he remembered.
And by the time he began making his way home, the sun was high in the sky.
When he left the house, it had never occurred to him to leave a note or any clue of when he'd be back.
But when he saw Y/N and Wanda standing on the porch, with the faces they wore, he knew he should have left a note.
"Where the fuck have you been?" Y/N demanded, storming off the porch and towards him once his feet touched the ground.
"I was,"
"Do you have any idea how worried we were about you?" Wanda added as she rushed to stand beside Y/N.
"We thought they had taken you and were hurting you again, Viz!"
"Do you know how much it scared us to see you like that last time, Vision? Do you know how scared we were?"
Vision wasn't sure how to react to the two women.
He wasn't sure how to react to their anger, or their fear, or the fact they had finally used his name.
"Where were you, Viz? Where have you been?"
"I went to town." Vision quietly said, holding the bags out in front of him. "It's April 25th."
"The day we met." Y/N realised with a whisper.
"I wanted to surprise the two of you."
"You wanted to surprise us?" Wanda questioned, cocking her head.
"I did." Vision nodded. "You called me by my name."
"It's your name."
"You haven't used it since I've been here."
"Oh, shit," Y/N whispered. "Oh, shit, Viz."
"It's been hard. You're you, but you look so different. But you're not at the same time." Wanda explained, looking away in pure shame.
"Perhaps, it would do for you to take another look?" Vision suggested, setting his bags gently on the lawn and taking a step towards the two.
"Are you sure?"
"As long as you're not afraid of what I could show you." Vision said, stopping a step away from the two.
"You first, Wand," Y/N said, gently nudging the woman forward.
Wanda closed the distance between herself and Vision, and out of pure instinct, she raised her hand towards the spot the Mind Stone once was.
Red tendrils curled out of her fingers and connected to Vision's forehead, and the two let out a gasp at the contact.
Vision's mind opened easily for Wanda, and immediately she was thrust back into a familiar space.
Memories she had lived through and seen through Vision and Y/N's, eyes alike flooded the forefront of her mind.
And Wanda's eyes started to water.
The reaction caused Vision to panic, thinking he had frightened the witch. But then she gave him a blinding smile. A smile he lived and died to see.
"Viz." She smiled, tears beginning to fall down her cheeks. "Hello, Vision."
"Hello, darling." Vision smiled in return.
With tears still beginning to spill down her cheeks, Wanda leaned up to gently press her lips to Visions. And as she did, she noticed the colour slowly beginning to bleed back into his skin.
"Y/N, your turn," Wanda said after a minute, pulling away slowly.
Y/N quickly took her place in front of a pink Vision and raised her hand to his cheek.
"There you are." Y/N smiled at the feeling beneath her hand.
"I'm right here, love." Vision promised, placing his hand over hers before leaning down to kiss Y/N.
And with that, Visions form turned from a dusky pink into a stunning red and gold that Y/N and Wanda were used to.
"Oh, shit, I'm gonna cry," Y/N whispered as she stared at the man before her. "You're you. You're here."
"I'm right here, love." Vision said, wrapping his arms around the woman. "I'm not going anywhere." He assured her before looking towards Wanda.
"We treated you so badly. We ignored you, I ignored you, we pretended you weren't here." Wanda whispered in shock.
"Everything's okay, darling. I understand. The circumstances weren't exactly ideal." Vision said, causing Wanda to let out a watery laugh. "Come here, Wanda," Vision added as Y/N shifted slightly to make room for Wanda in the embrace.
Without a seconds hesitation, Wanda rushed towards the two and threw herself into the embrace.
"I love you. I love you both so much."
"Please, don't go again. Don't leave us.
"Everything's alright. We're alright."
And at that moment, time stood still again.
But this time, no one cared. In fact, no one wanted it to start again if it meant they were together and safe.