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[scarletvisionss]

☮️give you my sunshine, give you my best☮️

Summary: Six years ago, a chance encounter with a handsome stranger left Wanda with more than just fond memories. Now she's raising their child alone, fully believing that she'll never see Vision again.

Then she matches with him on a dating app.

That's when things get complicated.

(An all human domestic AU that focuses on second chances, the triumphs and hardships of being a single parent, and what it means to be a family.)

[Explicit, Incomplete, Wanda/Vision, Single Parents, Angst with a Happy Ending, Meet Cute, Slow Burn, Kid Fic, Domestic Fluff]

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Currently: 11/? chapters, 163k words

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[scarletvisionss]

give you my sunshine, give you my best

Vision put his arm around Viv. “Did you sleep well?”

She rubbed her face sleepily against his bicep. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Good. Your breakfast is in the microwave - I made oatmeal, and it should still be warm enough. There’s fruit and honey to add to it, if you want.”

“Not hungry yet,” she mumbled, and tucked herself more firmly into the curve of his side. “Sleepy...”

Vision, who didn’t get these moments with Viv nearly as often anymore now that she was growing up and needing him less, melted, tugging her even closer and kissing her hair. “I love - oof, darling, you need a shower at some point today, please. I love you desperately.”

“Wanna help us?” Jules asked, gesturing at the popsicle stick castle. “We’re making a castle.”

Viv hummed. “I dunno. Maybe. I’m learning to be an engineer and stuff. Where’s Bea?”

“Bea is being Bea,” Jules said, and from the dining room Vision heard Bea shout, “I'M WORKING ON MY MASTERPIECE, GUYS, LEAVE ME ALONE.”

Viv tilted her head back and gave Vision a look that clearly said, What are we going to do with these crazy children living in our house?

“Be nice,” he said, lips twitching.

“Come help, Vivi,” Jules wheedled.

Viv sighed, but she was smiling when she slunk off of the couch and crawled over to the spot beside the coffee table where they were sitting. “Okay, what are we doing, and can I add a moat to it…”

[Vivian "Viv" Romanoff 🏳️‍🌈, age 11, from my ongoing Scarvis fic ☮️🌞. You can read it here on ao3.]

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[scarletvisionss]

give you my sunshine, give you my best

As always, she spotted Auggie before Auggie spotted her - those windswept bronze curls, the color of sunset and rust and sunflowers. The color of happiness. Wanda raised her hand as Auggie shot out of the gate, and heard Auggie give a burst of delighted laughter as she ran so hard into Wanda’s arms that it nearly knocked Wanda flat. “Mommy!” her daughter squealed, hugging her tight around the neck as Wanda lifted her from the ground. “Missed you!” 

Wanda’s heart melted. She kissed Auggie’s forehead half a dozen times, swinging her around in a broad circle while Auggie kicked her short little legs. Her back was already aching by the time she sat Auggie back down, but it was worth it to see the brilliant smile Auggie offered, her dimples appearing. “I missed you too, rybochka. So, so much. Did you have a good day?”

They walked hand in hand, carefully weaving through the throng of cars in the pick-up lane, while Auggie regaled her with all the wonderful things they’d done that day in class: they practiced counting with colored blocks, they watched an animated video about life cycles (“It all comes from the sun, Mommy!”), they had a reading circle, and they got to help Miss Nakia decorate the classroom for open house. 

“I got to clean Harper’s tank, Mommy!” Auggie gushed, talking about the black moor goldfish Nakia kept on her desk. “She swam in little circles and watched me, and I got to put three stickers on the tank!”

“Wow,” Wanda said, suitably impressed. “That’s amazing, baby. What stickers did you pick?”

“I put a rainbow, a yellow flower, and a heart. I wanted to put shark stickers on her tank but I worried that maybe it might scare her because she’s just a little baby goldfish.”

[Auggie Maximoff(-Romanoff) 🦈, age 5, from my ongoing Scarvis fic ☮️🌞. Read it here on ao3.]

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[scarletvisionss]

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten of give you my sunshine, give you my best is up!

Chapter summary:

Vision's checklist for the day goes something like:

- Start therapy [ ✔️ ] - Father-daughter date with Auggie [ ✔️ ] - Find some way to tell his other girls about their sister [ ]

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[scarletvisionss]

give you my sunshine, give you my best

Vision cracked the door, peered in, and groaned. “Juliette. No.”

She whipped around to face him, beaming. “Daddy!”

“Don’t ‘Daddy,’ me, Juliette Romanoff,” he said, gentle but firm. “Please, darling. You know that you’re not allowed to wear that to school.”

She pouted, and tugged at the ruffled pink taffeta of her tutu. He’d been locked in a war of trying to get her to wear anything else since spring; unfortunately for her, it was against her elementary school’s dress code to wear costumes unless it was Halloween or Spirit Week. Jules adjusted her glasses and looked at him with watery eyes. “But Daddy…”

“I know you love it,” he said, patiently. “I know how much you love ballet, pchelka. But the dress code didn’t change overnight, darling. You have plenty of skirts and dresses that you like.” 

Juliette sniffled. “But I wanna be a ballerina today.”

Vision stepped into her room, and she folded herself into his arms when he opened them for her, leaning her head against his chest. He rubbed her back consolingly. “You can be a ballerina without the tutu, Jules,” he soothed. “Remember what your dance teacher said: being a ballerina is about spirit, not what you wear.”

She sighed, her cheek resting over his heart. “I know,” she said sadly. “But why can’t it be both?”

[Juliette "Jules" Romanoff 🩰, age 9, from my ongoing Scarvis fic. You can read it here on ao3.]

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give you my sunshine, give you my best

Bea sighed. “‘Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave my heart into my mouth.’”

Vision laughed and tickled her. “King Lear is a little bit dramatic for a Saturday morning, don’t you think?” he said. “And that seems a little dark to be in your Shakespeare book for kids - I thought it was only the comedies?”

“It is,” Bea grumbled sitting upright, her hair going every which way. She rubbed at her nose and sniffled. “I’ve been reading the rest online, ‘cause that book barely had any proper Shakespeare in it. Did you know he wrote so many plays? Like, so many, Daddy. I’ve been reading them all.”

“I did know,” he said, now a little worried that she’d managed to access Shakespeare’s entire bibliography online without him knowing. He’d have to check the parental locks on his tablet and laptop. Vision poked her nose. “See, this is exactly why you should have taken drama, my love.”

Bea shook her head firmly. “No! I don’t want to be an actor, Dad, I want to be Shakespeare.”

Vision bit his lip to keep from grinning too wide, not wanting her to think he was mocking her. He absolutely wasn’t - he thought she was the cleverest thing alive. “A playwright?”

She beamed. “Yeah! A - a playwright! That’s what I’m gonna be when I’m old!”

Somehow, Vision didn’t doubt her for a second. Bea always took things very seriously, and she meant what she said, even if she was also the most dramatic little creature on the planet. Which, he supposed, would be fitting for a playwright. 

[Beatrice "Bea" Romanoff 🍫, age 8, from my ongoing Scarvis fic. You can read it here on ao3.]

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give you my sunshine, give you my best

“What kind of animal do you want to pick for your cycle?” Vision asked. He looked over the list of suggestions Bucky had given to the students. “Butterflies, birds, frogs, oh it says you can even pick people!”

BUTTERFLIES, Nola wrote, tapping the end of her pencil against her lips.

“Butterflies it is,” he said. 

STORE? she requested.

“You want to go to the store for more paper?” he guessed, amused. Any chance to go to the art store was a good chance for Nola. She’d probably move there if he let her. When she nodded, he laughed. “Alright, let’s see… I’m taking Bea to soccer practice tomorrow morning, Viv has her appointment at eleven thirty, and Jules has ballet at noon. Why don’t we go after we pick up Jules and Viv?”

Nola chewed on her pencil for a moment. YES, she wrote, and underlined it six times. 

[Nola Romanoff 🌞, age 7, from my ongoing Scarvis fic ☮️🌞. Read it here on ao3.]

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