"You too, Strange," Wanda stepped back as he brought out his sling ring from a pocket, "Until next time. Don't be a stranger."
                              
"I can't make any promises, you know it's in my name," He said with a wink before casting out his hands in front of him and the familiar orange sparks flowed into a circle, creating a portal which he stepped through.
                              
As the older man left the room, it suddenly felt smaller, he had been providing her with a feeling that vanished as soon as he exited.
                              
Wanda closed her eyes, still feeling everything about him around her, the feel of his lips, the smell of his aftershave and cologne on her skin. Images of his body, his smile, just his whole aura in her brain...
                              
"Wha..." Wanda's eyes snapped open as she heard the soft sound of a whoosh, she looked to the walls to see a greenish flash of light coming into the room. 
                              
She was surprised to see the figure of The Vision form in front of her.
                              
"Vision?" Wanda asked, already knowing the answer. He stared back at her innocently. "How did you do that?"
                              
"It's called phasing," He explained in his clear, British-accented tone of voice. 
                              
Vision was exactly as Wanda had expected him to be, there was a certain order about him that she liked. 
                              
"Oh, well don't do it again," Wanda told him, explaining how it was creepy and scared the hell out of her. She had seen weird things but she wasn't ready to see Vision going in and out of the walls to creep up on her. 
                              
He apologised profusely before offering to make her a cup of coffee but she declined as it reminded her too much of early mornings at the Sanctum...
                              
He wasn't anything like Stephen and their connection wasn't anything close, at least she thought. However, the connection was still there and she felt the same openness to the future she had when she felt when touching the cradle. 
                              
Naturally, she found herself walking along the corridors and stairs and heading to Pietro's room.
                              
She pushed open the door to see him lying on the bed, remote in hand as he watched the show playing on the television. Wanda noted that it was in Russian and flashbacks of their childhood circulated through her mind.
                              
They used to crowd around the only TV in the 
orphanage and huddle together to watch any overdramatic Sokovian soap opera was on...
                              
"Did you have fun?" Pietro asked and she could hear the cheekiness in his voice.
                              
"I did," Wanda crawled next to him, falling into a hug, "Best birthday present ever. Thank you, Piet."
                              
"No problem," Pietro said, "I knew you were horny."
                              
Wanda wanted to slap him but instead, she just laughed, he was right after all, "Shut up."
                              
"Where'd the old man go?" Pietro asked, looking around the room as if he would appear out of thin air. 
                              
"He..." Wanda knew her brother didn't approve of him just from the first sight and she didn't want him to dislike Stephen any further, "He has a job to do. It's important but we're okay, he's not going to hurt me."
                              
"As long as your sure," Pietro said.
                              
Wanda took a glance around the room then noticed that the wardrobe was wide open and completely empty, the tables were bare and none of Pietro's junk was cluttering the floor. 
                              
"Where's all your stuff?" Wanda asked.
                              
"It's still at Barton's place," Pietro explained, "The team needed time apart so I went to stay with him and his family. I'm going to pick it up tomorrow."