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After Wanda’s first appointment with Helen Cho (before she’d even mustered the courage to tell Vision he was about to be a father) the doctor had volunteered her services for the duration of Wanda’s pregnancy, or until the soon-to-be parents decide if they wanted to seek alternative health care. There were, after all, pros and cons to seeing a doctor at the local hospital. On one hand, an actual licensed obstetrician was specialized and probably knew how to care for an expecting mother in their sleep. On the other, there was a very large potential that having two Avengers, particularly Scarlet Witch and The Vision, as clients might simply be a tad bit weird for any physician. Thus, for the time being, Wanda and Vision took Dr. Cho up on her offer.
So here the pair of them sat, Wanda rather rigidly on an examination table and Vision at her side, as Dr. Cho prepped an ultrasound machine.
“Wanda?” The synthesized man asked as his girlfriend’s hand shot for his when Helen approached with a bottle of petroleum jelly.
“It is nothing.” Despite her vise-like grip, Wanda directed a brief smile in Vision’s direction as he eyed her wearily. “Procedures of any kind tend to make me jumpy.”
“If it helps any, I have done this several times before.” Helen offered from Wanda’s other side as Vision gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Although, I will admit, it has not been since medical school that I’ve had this particular purpose to do so. It makes for a nice change.”
“Thanks.” Though Wanda nodded at the doctor’s attempt to comfort her it failed to lessen her unease. The woman flinched as jelly was applied to her abdomen.
“Cold?”
“Yes.” Wanda tried to take a steadying breath. “But mostly still nervous.”
“It usually is cold and the situation itself can be nerve-wracking.” To Helen’s credit, she kept her explanations short. She flashed Wanda an understanding smile. This gesture did manage to do some good, the witch noted, as the top-most layer of her tension began to ease away.
Helen Cho always seemed to be able to relieve the discomfort that Wanda felt in an examination room, a trait that had developed during her time as a Hydra guinea pig. Whether this was a reflection of Helen’s talent as a physician or if it was simply do to the fact she was as aware of Wanda’s triggers as Vison was, Wanda didn’t know. What she did know was that she trusted this woman.
It was Helen, after all, that would patch her up after skirmishes when the threat-of-the-month turned uglier than usual. Not to mention that she had been one of the first of the Avengers' extended family to accept Wanda’s presence among them after the fall of Ultron. This was why Wanda didn’t completely panic when Helen’s gaze returned to her device, her normally soft expression hardening very quickly.
“Oh.” Dr. Cho let slip as her features altered from genuine encouragement to something much more concerned, not unlike a child that had just been given candy to ease the blow of bad news.
“Oh?” Vision asked rather calmly, though his grip did tense slightly in Wanda’s hand.
“Oh.” Helen repeated quieter this time, her voice less alarmed. Her expression, for whatever reason, now lined more with curiosity then concern.
“Stop saying oh!" Wanda bit out, barely managed to keep herself from giving off little scarlet sparks. Despite how much she might like or respect the other woman her heart was going a mile a minute as her brain tried to imagined what could have spawned that look on the doctor’s face. “Is something wrong?!”
“I am sorry.” Helen turned her attention away from the monitor and focused on the couple before her, her voice breathy. “I just wasn’t expecting-“ Dr. Cho paused and took a deep breath, as if to gather her thoughts. Despite herself, Wanda's fingertips were starting to give off scarlet flashes as her anxiety reached new levels. Vision looked briefly at their intertwined fingers ensconced in deep red and then turned his attention back to the doctor.
"Doctor Cho?” Vision asked in place of Wanda, who was trying very hard not to panic.
“Everything is fine.” She said assuringly as she briefly looked back at her machine as if to double check that fact. “Yes. I promise you that everything is fine. It's just- I am picking up two heart beats.”
For a long moment following these words there was only silence between the three occupants of Helen’s examination room. Then, before Wanda could truly fathom the meaning of words, Vision found his voice.
“Two heart beats?”
“Yes.”
“As in Wanda’s and the baby’s?”
“N-no.” Doctor Cho’s voice tripped over her reply. Something bright flashed in her eyes as if she were afraid she might have to explain the science of her words to the couple (and hell, considering who she was talking to, that was a direction this conversation could very well take.) “Two heartbeats. As in, the baby and another baby. Wanda, Vision, if I am reading this right which I’m sure I am, then you are having twins. It's not that surprising if you think about it; it's actually quite common for twins to run in certain families.”
And with that, the tension in room seemed to disperse, scattering and falling to ground like harmless droplets of water. Vision’s grip, which had been tense (even slightly denser than normal) in Wanda’s hand, now softened.
“Twins.” Wanda repeated in a whisper, as if she would make fact untrue if she spoke loud enough. “We are having twins.”
Here Wanda squeezed her fingers that should have been around Vision’s own, because not one baby but two, only to have them close in on themselves. Alarmed, Wanda turned to look at her boyfriend. She hadn’t even felt him pull away.
There he sat, in a chair he had pulled up next to examination table Wanda reclined on, but considerably lower than he should have been. As Wanda’s eyes wandered down she realized with a start that her boyfriend had sunk, and was still sinking, straight through his seat. His density, apparently, having changed from the surprise of news.
“Vihz.” Wanda snapped to attention. Through the fog of her own awe and disbelief (because twins!) she was fruitlessly reaching for his intangible hand. At this rate he would sink right through the floor, directly into Tony Stark’s office… and as amusing as Wanda imagined Stark’s reaction to this might be, it would no doubt lead to questions about their situation, questions that Wanda was in no mood to discuss (especially with Tony) right now. “Stay with me Vihz.”
Something in her voice must have struck home because Vision looked at her then. Slowly he rose back to his natural height, his hand resolidifying into hers. The synthizoid’s mind, which was normally so calm and organized, now flared anxiously against the witch’s telekinesis.
“Wanda.” He breathed, his voice horse. “I’d grown accustomed to the idea of fathering one child but…”
“Vision.” She opened her mouth, yet nothing came out because she didn’t know what to say in the wake of twins either. Suddenly too overwhelmed for words, the witch unlocked her mind to Vision, showing him her thoughts. His rigid expression relaxed a bit then, watching as her mind sparked with as much shock and uncertainty as his did.
“Twins, Wanda.”
“I know Vihz.” Wanda found herself squeezing his hand as he squeezed hers back. “Twins.”