The passage of a few days time, an appointment with Dr. Cho, and Natasha just being Natasha, had helped take the edge off of the possibility that Wanda might never know the details of how this had happened. Still, despite a growing sense of comfort with her unorthodox position, the not knowing how certainly wasn't helping to make the idea of explaining it any less daunting. What was she going to say to the team when she started to suffer from morning sickness? How would the media react upon realizing the Scarlet Witch had been benched because she has started to show a baby bump? Most importantly though, what was Wanda going to say to Vision?

This, more than anything else, was why the woman had spent the past few days in a mental haze. It was a wonder she had not imploded yet, or worse, spectacularly combusted something into scarlet flames. Because really, what was she going to tell Vision? 'Hey we did the do, and this is crazy, but now I'm pregnant with your baby.'

Wanda couldn't help snorting into her cup of green tea at the irony of the situation. Of all the chaos in her life (the Stark bomb, being orphaned and struggling to survive as a result, the Hydra experiments, Ultron, Pietro's death, plus everything that came with being an Avenger) this was probably the most nerve racking situation Wanda had ever been in. If she was having a hard enough time figuring out how to tell her boyfriend she was pregnant, how in heaven's name was she supposed to actually handle being pregnant? Let alone raising a child?

Trying desperately (and mostly failing) to calm her frazzled nerves, Wanda took a sip of her drink. Green tea was a magical elixir, a tried and true method of relaxation. Yet, for whatever reason, it was currently proving to be counter effective. Such a pity it decided to let her down now. She scowled down at the cup in disappointment, as if a stern look would grant her the resolute she wanted.

"You alright over there Wand?"

"Fine." The woman managed to lie somewhat convincingly as she cast Clint a momentary glace. He was seated in an armchair to her left and Wanda could just make out a curiously concerned look spreading across his features despite her passable reassurance. She did her best to ignore his expression however, because she had more a more important matter to worry about.

The more important matter in question was Vision, who was currently seated on the sofa directly across from her reading today's edition of The Daily Bugle. He was right there, just pursuing the latest article about the supposed 'spider-person-menace-to-society', and yet she still hadn't breathed more than a brief "Hello," to him since the two men had joined her in the common room. In her defense, Clint was also right there, inconveniently ruining any heart-felt words Wanda might have been able to muster just by being present.

Just get on with it! Wanda thought for a split second when her eyes met Vision's as he looked up from his article at Clint's inquiry, catching her staring. He tilted his head just a hair at her steady gaze, his own features twisting in mild worry.

"Wanda?"

Taking another fruitless sip from her cup, if only to spare herself one more second, Wanda internally cursed. Was she really that easy to read? Regardless, it didn't feel like she had much of a choice as to what she did now.

"Vihz." Wanda forced, somehow managing to keep her voice steady as she placed her cup down on coffee table between them. Enough was enough. No more putting this off. Even if Clint was right there, still eyeing her like the parental figure she hadn't had since she was seven. He was going to find out about this eventually anyway. "I'm pregnant."

Wanda held Visions gaze, trying very hard to overlook the sudden movement she caught from Clint in her prorifrial vision and a rather bird like squawk that came from the same place…. How appropriate.

She watched as the mild concern on the synthesized man across from her began to solidify into something more rigid. It was almost as if Vision had subconsciously altered his density at the news and could no longer hold his features steady.

"And you are the father, by the way." Wanda found herself adding when nothing had been said or done for several strained moments too many. Including, surprisingly, from where she assumed Clint still sat. She dare not turn to check. He was probably stunned shitless, Wanda guessed, considering how uncharacteristically quiet he was being. The man had made it quite clear since early in their relationship that Wanda was now his responsibility. She was essentially, in his eyes, his adopted child.

"I- I do not understand." Her boyfriend finally spoke, his voice uncharacteristically strained. "That is not… possible."

"Apparently it is possible." Wanda laughed a little here. Maybe because that is exactly what she said to Natasha about forty-eight hours ago. Or maybe because if she didn't laugh at some point during this conversation something in the room might explode.

"But, I do not produce-" Vision hesitated as another unmanly squawk came from their audience. Vision looked in Clint's direction then, as if just remembering the archer was with them. Wanda, however her nerves sparking at every noise either man made, refused to follow his gaze. She would not be distracted by Clint, no matter how he might be reacting to all this. Vison's response was the only one she cared about right now.

So instead of granting Clint the sideways glance she knew he probably wanted her to make, Wanda tried to draw Vision's attention back to her and conversation at hand.

"If you don't believe me there are seven positive pregnancy test back in my room that speak for themselves. You can go look if you'd like. I'll wait."

"It is not that I don't believe you Wanda," Turning his sight back to her Vison's fingers fidgeted with the newspaper still in his hands. It was a tell Wanda recognized. He often couldn't keep his hands still when flustered. "I just- Are you absolutely sure?"

"Seven pregnancy test Vizh. Seven. I've also talked to Helen Cho if that counts for anything. I know she's no obstetrician or gynecologist, but she is a doctor and she did confirm it."

"Wanda-" Again Vison faltered. If Wanda wasn't so nerve-racked herself, she probably would have found his awkwardness endearing. She most likely would have smiled at the synthesized man in the way she knew calmed him and held his hand to ease his anxiety. But since Wanda felt just as stressed as her boyfriend presently looked, she opted to stay put. "I don't- I don't know how to be a father."

"What?"

"I've no idea how to be a father."

Wanda blinked once, twice, thrice, taking in what her boyfriend had just said. Opposite her she could see, quiet plainly, how hard he was trying to keep his expression calm. His eyes were fixated on hers. Yet the woman could also see he was still fiddling with his newspaper, which was becoming quite wrinkled. His sight, every so often, flickered down as if ashamed of his confession.

"Is that what worries you the most about this? Not the how or the why? But that you might not be a good dad?"

"I suppose-" Again Vision's gaze flinched away from hers for a moment, but it returned before he continued. "Yes. That is accurate. I trust your judgment as well as Dr. Cho's. If the both of you believe that this has happened, somehow someway, then so do I. Stranger things have happened. Stranger things happen to us on a regular basis. The idea of being a father though - It is unsettling."

"So... you are okay with this?"

"I don't quite think 'okay' is how I would describe my present state of being. I am a lot of things right now... Wanda…I don't know how to be a father."

"Oh Vihz." Wanda sighed from her side of the room, ready to bolt across distance between them and take Vision's hands in hers. She would have too, if not for the somewhat skittish look lingering on his face. "You know what? I have no idea how to be a mother. It's a terrifying thought isn't it?"

Vision smiled at this. He opened his mouth as if to comment, a bit of that flighty look in his features dissolving. All of a sudden, his eyes focused intently on something behind her. In the next moment Wanda heard a swift whoosh and a brief breeze close to her shoulder. The woman registered something go straight through her boyfriend then, in the same moment he (thankful) changed his density. Gingerly, wearing his own expression of bewilderment, Vision stood up and stepped aside the sofa. There, lodged deeply where he had been sitting just a second prior, was an arrow.

"That-" The woman heard Clint hiss from directly behind her, "-is for knocking up my daughter."