Wanda's POV

The bed was empty when I woke up.  I reached around, trying to feel another body even if I couldn't detect it with my mind.  Reluctantly, I opened my eyes to scan the room.  It was empty.  In any other situation, that would be fine by me, but I knew Vision had to be here somewhere. 

"Vizh?"  I called, sitting up and pulling the covers off me.  I stood up, instantly missing the warm blankets in the cold room.  I wrapped my arms myself and walked out of the bedroom, peering down the hall into the bathroom for Vision.  He wasn't there.  I frowned and continued into the kitchen, hoping to find Vision.  It was empty, too, and I was beginning to panic.  I checked the rest of the house thoroughly, reaching out to Vision telepathically to see if I was just overlooking him. 

After searching the house a couple times, I found myself in the living room, on the verge of panic.  Vision was supposed to be here.  He wasn't supposed to be missing; no one knew where we were at.  He couldn't have been kidnapped, right?  I couldn't calm down, no matter how hard I tried to reason that he was safe.  My breathing became shallow and fast and I jumped at the sound of the door opening.  Whoever had taken Vision had now come back for me. 

"Wanda?"  I closed my eyes tight, my arms becoming tighter around me as I waited for General Ross to appear and return me to the Raft.  "Wanda?"  It took all I had not to start crying.  I heard the floor creak as someone rushed towards me.  When I felt Vision touch me, though, my eyes snapped open. 

"Vizh?"  I asked quietly.  He nodded, pulling my hands off my arms and wrapping them around him.  He hugged me tightly, kissing the side of my head.  "Y-You were gone."  I felt him bury his face in my hair and I hugged him tighter. 

"I left a note,"  Vision told me softly.  "It was on the nightstand.  I just went to get orange juice for breakfast." 

"I'm sorry,"  I muttered, pulling myself closer to him.  He rubbed my back as I hugged him, trying to refrain from crying. 

"Let's have some breakfast,"  Vision said, pulling away just enough to look at me.  He didn't let me go and I didn't let him go either.  "We can go to the park later today and maybe even go to a movie or something."  I nodded and followed him into the kitchen, my hand still tightly in his as I walked closely beside him.  He was still in his human disguise; he was almost never himself when he was here.  Neighbors could look in and see or come visit us unexpectedly.  I didn't mind his new form, it made sure I didn't have to fight anyone about him being human. 

Vision had made french toast for breakfast.  Since he didn't sleep, he would often make breakfast early in the morning while I was still asleep then return to wake me up once breakfast was ready.  He had learned how to cook basic food very well.  Any special Sokovian dish, though, and he got lost easily.  He often watched YouTube tutorials and sometimes I would catch him watching kids' cooking shows, in awe of how skilled they were. 

"Did you sleep well?"  Vision asked, handing me a plate of french toast.  I gladly took it from him and he sat down across from me, eating the food as well.  He ate with me, now.  He had gotten into the habit and found it rather enjoyable even if he didn't see the point in doing something he could not benefit from. 

"Yes, considering the time of year,"  I replied.  Vision nodded in understanding.  He knew around August, my nightmares got worse.  Pietro and I were born in August and for him to no longer be with me on them made them miserable.  Now, I just tried to forget the day despite how bad my nightmares got. 

We finished our breakfast in silence.  When I had finished eating, I put my plate in the sink then left for the bathroom.  I took a shower and changed into jeans and a warm, knit sweater.  I walked back into the kitchen to see Vision putting the dishes away after washing them.  We had a dishwasher, but he preferred to hand wash them.  It gave him something to do while I showered and he said he found it soothing. 

"Do you think we could go to Glasgow for the day?"  I asked.  We had been spending most of our days in the house or in Edinburgh, but a couple months ago we had taken the train to Glasgow.  We had both agreed to come back and it had quickly become one of our favorite places within easy travel distance. 

Vision glanced up at me as he wiped his hands dry and smiled. 

"Of course,"  he replied.  "I will go wash and then we shall depart."  I watched him walk off into the bedroom and shut the door.  I turned to look out the living room window where I could see the sun rising.  It was still early, just past 7 o'clock but the streets were slowly waking up.  I jumped when I felt Vision put his hand on my shoulder, but turned and smiled at him.  "Are you ready to go?"  he asked.  I nodded and laced my fingers with his, following him out the door and onto the streets. 

The walk to the train station wasn't long, maybe five minutes or so.  It was peaceful.  Only a few people were awake and they didn't even cast us a second glance.  It felt nice to be normal and not have people stare every time we walked past.  I could hardly remember a time before Hydra when that was a regular occurrence for both Pietro and me. 

Vision bought two tickets to Glasgow when we arrived at the station.  The next train would be leaving in about fifteen minutes, so we had time to kill.  We decided to just stay in the station and walk around until we would load for our one hour train ride.