[Once Wanda's over the edge, the Vision lets go as well and comes hard inside her, releasing months of longing, years of desire, and a lifetime of love for her. It doesn't bother him that there are still corners of his mind he'd rather not have her linger in--too much grief and regret--or that the odd timeline dance they've done means he knows a little more about how this all goes than he probably should. It doesn't matter that they're drifting in a spaceship so far from home that distances are meaningless, or even that their neighbors might hear him cry out with the force of his passion, forgetting that the soundproofing isn't as great as it might be.

What matters is that this one perfect moment of belonging, being so entangled in the woman he loves that he's completely at ease with everything, that he's purely happy. He knows with absolute clarity that this is right.

And so, finished or not, he doesn't pull out. Not yet. His arms are tangled all around her, holding her firmly in his embrace, and his lips are locked in a languid kiss over and again. There's a great distance to spiral back down from, but he only needs to come back down halfway to respond to her in the only way he can.]

I love you, Wanda. Everything about you makes me happier, and I want to share this with you as much as I am able. I belong entirely to you.