Back at the house, Wanda and Marah were sitting on the sofa, notepads in their hands while Agnes sat before them, reading through a magazine.
"And you don't have a song? Nothing special you played at your wedding?" Agnes checked.

"No, nothing special." Wanda shook her head as she tapped her pen against her chin.
"Nothing I can think of." Marah said softly as she agreed, taking a sip of her coffee. To be honest, the girl couldn't really remember their wedding. She chalked it up to nerves and her excitement of the day.

"I'll just loan you some records then. So we've got the music covered, decor, wardrobe. Oh! What about seduction techniques?" Agnes asked with a wink at the two other women.

"Oh, we have those," Wanda said, looking over at Marah with a smirk as the younger wife blushed and looked away while biting at her bottom lip shyly.

"Of course you do." Agnes smiled, looking between the girls.

"Just out of curiosity, what does it say?" Marah wondered as she sat her coffee mug down and calmed her blush.

"That you should stumble when you walk into a room so he can catch you. It's romantic." Agnes told the two as she held another magazine.

"Any other tricks?" Wanda asked, taking notes of everything that was said as she tugged Marah against her side.

"You could point out that the death rate of single men is twice that of married men," Agnes suggested as she chuckled at the thought.

"Now that's romantic," Marah said with a giggle. The three were laughing at Marah's words when the telephone began to ring.

Marah stood, making Wanda pout as she smoothed her skirts, and flitted over to the telephone.

"Vision residence." Marah greeted with a smile as she twirled the cord of the phone around her finger.

"Marah, darling." Vision sighed in relief as he smiled at the sound of his wife, feeling more happy when he talked to her.

"Vision, my love." Marah said with a smile and her heart thumping faster in her chest. Wanda perked up when she heard that her wife was talking to their husband and she smiled happily.

"Listen about tonight..." Vision started but was interrupted by Marah, who assured him,
"Don't worry about tonight. We have everything under control." She said, sharing a look with her wife as she smiled and blushed once again.

"Oh well, that is a relief. I must confess I'm really rather nervous." Vision admitted as he fiddled with his tie and looked around.

"Nervous? Whatever for?" Marah asked as she tilted her head and furrowed her brows.

"Well, you know, darling, I still get a little tongue-tied." Vision said with a nervous smile.

"Vis... after all this time." Marah wondered softly as she held her hand against her chest over her rapidly beating heart.

"There's an awful lot riding on this one, Marah. If tonight doesn't go just so, I think this could be the end." Vision said, causing his wife's face to fall with a confused frown.

"Well, it's just one night. There's no need to get dramatic." Marah, once again, tried to assure him as she looked at Wanda subtly.

"Look, I think the best course of action is to surprise the wife," Vision told her as he sat down at his desk chair as he was standing up the whole time.

"And we think the best course of action is to impress the husband," Marah said, looking at Wanda and Agnes, who gave her thumbs up.

"Well, wonderful! Glad to know we're both on the same page. Until tonight, then, my sweet darling." Vision cooed to his wife who smiled bashfully and giggled softly.

"Until tonight." Marah said.

After she put the phone down, Marah turned to the two women on the sofa and clapped her hands.
"Ladies, shall we continue?" She asked with a big smile.

•••••••••••••

Vision had long since finished his office day.

After the workday had finished, Vision had followed Mr. Hart to his home, where he was introduced to Mrs. Hart before the three made their way to Vision's home.

"Here we are." Vision announced, opening the front door. Instead of finding either of his wives waiting in the living room, Vision found his home dark. The android looked around in confusion.

The only sources of light were coming from the copious candles littering the home.

"Oh! How very atmospheric." Mrs. Hart complimented, entering the home with a smile as she giggled happily at the sight.

"What's going on here, Vision? You blow a fuse?" Mr. Hart demanded, looking less than impressed as he furrowed his brows in what seemed to be irritation.

"Pardon me while I fetch the ladies of the house." Vision excused himself before entering the kitchen and looking around for his wives.

As Vision disappeared through the kitchen door, Marah and Wanda appeared in the living room. Both were dressed in a similar negligee that they had chosen for the special night.

(A/n: Marah's outfit is up top-)

Marah stood a step behind Wanda, holding two champagne-filled glasses, while Wanda moved behind who she assumed was Vision. But Marah's eyes widened as she took in the shorter and more filled out form of another man and she opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted.

"Guess who?" Wanda cooed, wrapping her hands around the man's eyes.

"Wanda!" Vision exclaimed, exiting the kitchen and turning the lights on as he looked at his one of his wives.

"Vision?" Wanda asked, head snapping towards the man and her eyes widened as an embarrassed look crossed her face.

"Marah?" Vision asked, spying his other wife watching in shock as his eyes filled with what seemed to be a predatory look as he took in his wives appearance, but no one noticed.

"Vision?" Marah wondered before Wanda let out a gasp and jolted back from Mr. Hart.

She let out another gasp as she realized what she was wearing.
"Oh!" Wanda exclaimed quietly, pulling her gown close.

Realizing she was in a similar situation, Marah gasped and put the glasses down as she hid behind her wife, gripping Wanda's robe a bit.

"What is the meaning of this?" Mr. Hart demanded, glaring at the three and putting his hands on his sides.

"Well, the meaning of this, the meaning of this is..." Vision stuttered, struggling to find an explanation as he stared at his wives but shook it off and looked at his boss.

"You want to know the meaning of this? And the meaning of this... is that this is the traditional Sokovian greeting of hospitality!" Marah said, quickly coming up with an excuse as she and Wanda quickly moved to stand near their husband.

"Exactly!" Vision nodded before putting his hands over Wanda's eyes. "Guess who?" He asked.

"Is that my host behind me?" Wanda asked before turning to Vision. Marah beside the two and covering her mouth so her giggles didn't slip past her lips.

"It certainly is!" Vision said, taking Wanda's hand into his.

"Lovely to make your acquaintance." Wanda continued, shaking his hand firmly as the two laughed.

"Yes!" Vision chuckled, relieved at the lie. "I must have forgotten to tell you our wife is from Europe." Vision informed the couple before them, holding onto both his wives' hands tightly.

"Oh, how exotic!" Mrs. Hart commented with a polite smile as she clapped her hands.

"We don't break bread with Bolshelivks." Mr. Hart deadpanned, still staring at the three in distaste and scrunching his nose.

"Oh hush, Arthur! Have you no culture at all." Mrs. Hart admonished, lightly hitting her husband's arm as she scolded him. "And my, those dresses." She added, gesturing to Wanda and Marah's state of dress.

"Yes, they're so, they're so..." Vision was once again at a loss of words as he stared at his wives, gulping down his desire that built up.

"They're so Sokovian that's what they are!" Wanda said, forcing out a polite laugh as she wrapped her free arm around Marah's waist.

"They most certainly are! We like to embrace Wanda's culture like it's our own. And I love it so much because our wife does." Marah added with a smile as she looked up at her wife with a loving smile.

"Can we just see you in the kitchen for a moment, sweetheart?" Wanda asked, pulling a scrap of fabric off a nearby lamp as Marah blew out some of the many candles.

"Oh yes." Vision said, allowing his wives to pull him into the kitchen as they walked away from Mr. and Mrs. Hart.
"Who are those people?" Wanda demanded once inside the kitchen as she gripped at her dress in frustration that their special night was ruined.

"What are you wearing?" Vision asked, looking the two up and down as he gulped and his gears in his chest seemed to tighten.

"And why are they here?" Marah inquired, folding her arms once more as she stared at her husband. Her hip jutted out as she leaned her weight on one of her legs. Marah's glasses were tucked between her breasts as they hung from her dress.

"What are you wearing?" Vision questioned once more as he blinked and tore his eyes away from their bodies and to their faces.

"Well, it's our anniversary!" Wanda explained as she threw her hands in the air.

"Our anniversary of what?" Vision asked, confused as he watched his wives get upset.

"Vision, my love, now is not the time to debate your failing memory processors." Marah sighed as she and Wanda stormed to the other side of the counters.

"That, that man through there is my boss, Mr. Hart!" Vision declared, pointing at the closed blinds. "And his dear lady wife, Mrs. Hart. The heart on the calendar was an abbreviation!" He told the two women as he furrowed his brows.

"You move at the speed of sound, Marah can make a wildfire with her pinky and I can make a pen float through the air. Who needs to abbreviate?" Wanda questioned incredulously as she put her hands on her hips.

"Darlings, listen, it's all so romantic. The candles, the music, those outfits," Vision said, looking the two girls over before continuing with a gulp. "Look, I don't want to be unappreciative because you both look so very ravishing right now but..."

"Your boss and his wife are expecting a home-cooked meal?" Wanda asked, raising a brow and sighing.

"Exactly." Vision sighed, his hands falling limply to his sides.

"Any way we can split a chocolate-covered strawberry four ways?" Marah wondered, turning her gaze to the table where said item lay.

"I might have a better idea," Wanda said, snapping her fingers and changing herself and Marah into more appropriate clothing. The younger of the three put her glasses on and smiled that her sight improved the moment she put them on.

Wanda and Marah had banished Vision back to the living room to entertain the Harts.

"So I said, 'If we orient the forms horizontally rather than vertically, we can twice the paper, and we can bill twice the cost.' " Mr. Hart recounted, causing Vision to laugh while Mrs. Hart looked bored out of her skull.

"You truly are a pioneer!" Vision complimented. "But the larger purpose of the forms is..." Vision trailed off, still unsure exactly what he did for a living.

"Was to analyze our input and output." Mr. Hart said as he pulled his pant legs up a bit as he sat down on the couch.

"Huh?" Vision asked as he shook his head and looked at his boss.

"You're awfully dense, aren't you, Vision?"

••••••••••••

Back in the kitchen, Wanda and Marah were gratefully welcoming Agnes in through the back door.
"Oh, Agnes! You're a lifesaver!" Marah said as she smiled and bounced a bit as her flats made contact with the floor over and over.

"Well, what kind of housewife would I be if I didn't have a gourmet meal for five just lying about the place?" Agnes laughed, setting bags, pots, and pans on the counter. "Not that Ralph ever wants to eat anything but baked beans, which explains a lot about his personal appeal, mind you." She added before dropping a pot. "Oh my!"

•••••••••••

At the sound of something crashing, Vision rushed to his feet with Mrs. Hart on his heels.

"Do you think Wanda and Marah need some help in the kitchen?" Mrs. Hart wondered. "We haven't any tidbits or tartlets out here, nary a pig in a blanket." She said as Vision blocked the door.

"Oh, no, that's so very kind of you, Mrs. Hart." Vision said, only to hear more crashes and clatters. "But I am sure they're completely fine in there!" Vision exclaimed the last part loudly as he led Mrs. Hart back to her seat.

•••••••••••

"Oh, thank you, Agnes, but I think we've got it covered from here." Marah said as Wanda began to push the woman towards the door.

"Are you sure, dears? Many hands make light work, and many mouths make good gossip." Agnes teased as she laughed softly and walked to the door.

"You are so naughty." Wanda said as she forced a chuckle, reaching for the door.

"Shall I just preheat the oven?" Agnes wondered, moving out of Wanda's hold and looked at the oven.

"That won't be necessary," Wanda assured her, moving Agnes back towards the door.

"Oh, well, I know you're in a pinch, so this menu can be done in a snap," Agnes said as the door opened, but she moved back to the counter.

"Lobster Thermidor with mini-minced meat turnovers to start. Chicken a la King with twice-cooked new potatoes for your second course." Agnes continued as Marah and Wanda both took hold of her arms and steered her back to the door. "And Steak Diane with mint jellies for your main," Agnes said, clapping her hands together and smiling at the two. "Do you set your own jellies, dears?"

"Yes ma'am, of course." Marah politely and smiled as she giggled.

"Doesn't everyone?" Wanda asked as she tilted her head.

"Good girls." Agnes grinned. "Recipe cards are on the counter there. Bon appetit!" Agnes cheered as Wanda and Marah were finally able to get her out of their house.
"She's a tornado, worse than me." Marah muttered, giggling as Wanda caused cabinets to fly open and pots and pans to float out.

•••••••••••

As loud noises once again rang from the kitchen to the living room, Mrs. Hart rose to her feet.
"You men stay put. I sense a domestic emergency." She said as she flitted towards the door.
"Mrs. Hart, please don't. You can't." Vision begged, rushing to stand.

Vision panicked when Mrs. Hart went for the shutters dividing the room and did the only thing he could think of.
"Yeah, take out the papers and the trash. Or you won't get no spending cash." Vision sung, snapping his fingers.

The shutters had been opened, but Mrs. Hart, and Mr. Hart, had turned to Vision before she could see the sight of the kitchen. "If you don't scrub the kitchen floor. You ain't gonna rock and roll no more." He continued as Mrs. Hart began to dance. "Yakety Yak! Don't talk back."

By the time Vision had finished and Mrs. Hart had turned back, Marah had already blown the shutters shut.
"Well, why don't we have a nice sing-a-long, all together then, shall we?" Vision suggested, picking up a ukulele, though he had no idea whose it was.

•••••••••••

Marah and Wanda were trying their hardest to finish all the courses as quickly as they could.

Wanda was using her magic on the stove while Marah tried to flame the chicken into being cooked.

"Oh no, too much!" Marah gasped out when she pulled her hand back, and it was charred. She groaned and held her head.

Wanda waved a hand at the chicken, and it turned into a basket of eggs.
"Oh no, not enough!" Wanda panicked.

•••••••••••

"Old MacDonald had a farm." Vision sang, strumming the ukulele.

"Ee-I-Ee-I-O." Mrs. Hart added with a smile as she clapped along.

"And on that farm, he had a-" Vision turned to Mr. Hart, who was not in the mood to play along. "Pig."
"Ee-I-Ee-I-O."

"With a,"

"Oink, oink,"

"Here and a,"

"Oink oink,"

"There."

"Here an oink, there an oink."

"Everywhere an oink, oink."

"Old MacDonald had a farm."

"Ee-I-Ee-I-O." Mrs. Hart sung as she laughed and clapped happily once again.

•••••••••••

"Oh, what were we supposed to do next?" Wanda panicked as the recipe cards floated around her and Marah.

Nothing was going the way it was supposed to.

The kitchen was a mess. Bowls were floating everywhere, ingredients were on the floor and walls.
"Steak!" Marah said, pulling an overflowing pot off the stove and putting it on the counter.

"Steak. Steak. Steak." Wanda mumbled to herself as she searched the floating cards.

•••••••••••

"Diane!"

"Yes?" Vision called, causing both Hart's to look at him in confusion. "I think that must be Wanda summoning me."

"She calls you Diane?" Mr. Hart raised an eyebrow and scrunched his nose again.

"Yes, it's her pet name for me. I'm just coming, Fred. Be there in a second, Mark." Vision called to Wanda and Marah before jumping to his feet. "Excuse me for a moment." He rushed out.

•

••••••••••

When Vision rushed into the kitchen, he saw Wanda attempting to float two lobsters into a large pot.

Wanda, startled at Vision bursting into the kitchen, caused both lobsters to fly out an open window.

"How can I be of assistance?" Vision asked, pulling the window shut and walking to his wives.

"Well, the chicken is no longer a chicken, and the lobsters just flew the coop, so the steak is the last man standing," Marah told the man as she reached up and gripped her curls as she started to freak out.

"My love, it's okay, calm yourself. It says here we can cut down the prep time with a meat tenderizer." Wanda read off the card.

"Excellent plan. Where's the tenderizer?" Vision asked as he rubbed Marah's back and pulled her hands gently away from her hair as he kissed the inside of her wrist.

"We're looking at him," Wanda said as she handed Vision the tenderizer and grabbed Marah's hand.

"Hoo-hoo in there." Mrs. Hart said, pulling the shutters open and looking at Marah and Wanda.

"Hoo-hoo, back to you." Wanda said, pulling the shutters shut and locking them this time.

"Finish the meat, try to find the lobsters. We'll be right back my love." Marah said, kissing Vision's jaw as she and Wanda pulled their aprons off and left into the living room.

"I hope you're hungry," Wanda commented with a chuckle as she smoothed out her dress.

"Starved is more like it." Mr. Hart grumbled.

"My head is starting to feel woozy." Mrs. Hart informed her hostesses.

There was a loud bang from the kitchen that caused all four people to startle.

"I'll be right back." Marah said, turning back to the kitchen. "Wanda, my darling, will you entertain our guests?"

Once Marah had disappeared behind the door, Wanda struggled to think of something to say.
"Were either of you aware that married men are killing single men at an alarming rate?" Wanda blurted out.

"What are you going on about?" Mr. Hart demanded as he crossed his arms and his eyes narrowed.

There was another loud thud in the kitchen, followed by a,
"Vis!"

"I'm following the card!"

"That's not the right card, Vis!"

"What's going on in there?" Mr. Hart asked, beginning to move towards the door.

Thinking quickly, Wanda let out a loud gasp and fell backward, causing Mr. Hart to catch her.

Before Hart could ask what she was doing, there was a knock at the door and followed by several more.

"Whocould that be?" Wanda asked, jumping upright and rushing towards the door.

"Coming!" Vision called as he and Marah rushed out of the kitchen and to the door.

"You didn't answer the back door," Agnes said, standing in the doorway with a pineapple. "For your upside-down cake." She added, handing over the fruit. "Oh, hi, I'm-" Agnes began to introduce herself before the door was closed in her face.

"Who was that?" Mr. Hart asked with a raised eyebrow.

"A salesman!" Wanda said.

"Telegram!" Vision jumped in.

"Avon!" Marah said.

"A man, selling telegrams and skincare products." Vision explained as he tried to sell out the lies he and his wives told.

"Wouldn't you know it, good news is more expensive?" Wanda shrugged and chuckled as she waved her hand.

"And bad news comes with a face mask." Marah giggled and smiled, her hands on her hips. "We couldn't find the lobsters." She told Wanda as she sighed quietly.

"And did you want the meat tender or pulverized?" Vision asked a bit confused as he looked between the two women.

"Oh, dear." Wanda sighed, stealing the apron from Vision's waist. Wanda grabbed Marah's hand, and the two raced back into the kitchen.

"Well, I think tonight's going swimmingly." Vision attempted to make conversation. "Anyone for Parcheesi?"

"My head is spinning." Mrs. Hart said, taking several steps forward to keep herself from falling backwards.

"Oh, Mrs. Hart." Vision said, rushing to help Mrs. Hart to sit and began to fan the woman.

"Did you hear that? My wife's head is spinning. Generally speaking, I don't like her head to do that." Mr. Hart snapped as he glared at Vision.

"Time to improvise," Wanda said, noting how fruitless it was to try and fix dinner.

"You know, I'm beginning to think you're not management material, Vision. You know, I had high hopes for you, but from what I've seen here tonight, you can barely keep it together. I mean, look around. There's all this chaos going on in your household. Now when are we going to eat?"

What no-one had noticed during Mr. Hart's tirade was the fact Wanda had created a new meal and set up the entire table.

"Dinner is served," Wanda announced, standing at the table with Marah, who was a smiling mess, at her side.

"Breakfast for dinner?" Mr. Hart asked, staring at the food in confusion. "How very-"

"European." Mrs. Hart interrupted, hitting her husband in the chest as she smiled at the younger women.

"Ooh, let's have a toast!" Vision suggested, rushing over to the set table. "To my beautiful and talented wives!" He said, raising a glass of red wine.

"To our esteemed guests," Wanda added as she held her glass.

"And to a lovely evening." Marah finished with a giggle before the five clinked glasses.

"Well, please, eat before it gets cold," Wanda said as she settled into her seat.

"Allow me." Vision said, pulling out the chair for Mrs. Hart and scooting her against the table.

"So where did you three move from? What brought you here? How long have you been married? And why, don't you have children yet?" Mrs. Hart fired off rapidly as she smiled at the trouple.

None of the married pairing had answers for her. All three froze at the questions and struggled to think of something to say.

"I um... We moved from uh..." Marah started to try and say but her voice faltered.

"I think what my wife means to say is that we moved from..." Vision started but he trailed off too.

"Yes, we moved from..." Wanda tried to add.

"Well, we definitely moved from," Marah tried to continue and keep talking, but she couldn't remember either.

"And we were married in..." Vision changed the subject but he couldn't remember, he was getting frustrated.

"In a place..." Marah tried to add and she reached to the skirts of her dress and gripped them tightly.

"Yes, yes, we were married in..." Wanda tried to explain, but there were no words. She looked between her husband and wife but saw they too didn't know.

"Well? Moved from where? Married when?" Mr. Hart demanded, irritated at the lack of answers.

"Now, patience, Arthur. They're setting up their story." Mrs. Hart scolded as she frowned at her husband. "Let them tell it."

"We, our story..." Wanda trailed off and chuckled nervously as she fiddled with her fingers.

"Yes, what exactly is your story?" Mr. Hart demanded and scowled at the three in anger and irritation.

"Oh, just leave the poor kids alone." Mrs. Hart said to try and calm her husband into not forcing the three to answer.

"No, really, I think it's a perfectly simple question. Honestly. Why did you come here? Why? Damn it, why?!" Arthur demanded, slamming his fists on the table and glaring harder. "Why did you...-?!"

But Mr. Hart couldn't finish his sentence as he began to choke.

"Oh, Arthur, stop it." His wife rolled her eyes as she didn't believe he was actually choking.

Wanda, Marah and Vision all turned to the man, but none of them moved.

They just stared at him in confusion as Mrs. Hart repeated, "Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it." She chuckled. "Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it." She repeated, slowly turning her head towards Wanda as her husband fell out of his chair, still choking.

Mrs. Hart sounded close to tears as she continued to repeat those same two words. But still, no-one moved to help the man.
It was like there was a fog filling Marah's mind, and it only started to disapparate when Wanda spoke.
"Vision help him."

Vision jumped from his chair and phased his hand into his boss's throat. He found the lump from the man's throat, and when the man could breathe again, Vision helped him sit up.

"Let me help you up. Give me your hand. All right, steady on, sir." Vision said, pulling the man to his feet.
Everyone else at the table rose to their feet as Mr. Hart gasped for air.

"Well, would you look at the time?" Mr. Hart commented as he stood and brushed off his suit.

"Yes, we better get going." Mrs. Hart agreed while she stood and grabbed her purse.

"Well, are you both alright?" Wanda asked in concern, her and Marah standing up and walking over to the couple.

"We had such a lovely time." Mrs. Hart complimented before putting her hands over Wanda's eyes. "This guest is leaving your home." She said, giggling.

"Yes, thank you for coming." Wanda chuckled, turning around and shaking the woman's hand.

"You made me proud tonight, son." Mr. Hart praised Vision. "First thing Monday morning, you and me are gonna have a little chat. We'll see about that promotion." He added, shaking Vision's hand with a smile.

"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!" Vision grinned happily at his boss.

"Thank you." Mr. Hart nodded at Marah and Wanda, who stood by the open door.

And there on the open door sat one of the missing lobsters causing Marah and Wanda to look at each other nervously until Marah looked at it again and started to giggle at how silly it looked.

"Oh, what a charming doorknocker." Mrs. Hart complimented obviously before knocking it twice. "Good night!"

Wanda shut the door behind the woman and leaned against the closed door with a sigh. Vision collapsed against a chair, and Marah held her head in her hands.

Now at home and without any guests, Vision let his disguise drop as his wives moved over to the sofa.

"We are an unusual pairing, ya know?" Wanda commented as she took a seat on the couch.

"Oh, I don't think that was ever in question." Vision chuckled and held Marah's hand as she sat between him and Wanda.

"Normal's overrated, Wand," Marah assured her wife as she giggled and leaned her head back. "I need more coffee after that."

"No, you don't. And what I mean is, we don't have an anniversary." Wanda said as she looked at her wife and husband.

"Huh..." Vision said, tilting his head as he looked at his wives.

"Or a song." Marah said softly and looked at her husband and wife.

"Oh." Vision said, nodding his head as he tried to think.

"Or even wedding rings," Wanda concluded her list, causing both her partners to look thoughtful.

"Well, we could remedy that." Vision suggested. "Today could be our anniversary." He said with a smile.

"Of what? Surviving our first dinner party?" Marah commented, causing her husband and wife to laugh.

"Precisely, my love. And our song could be?" Vision asked as he looked at Wanda.

"Yakety Yak. Naturally." Wanda said as she nodded and laughed.

"Naturally, love." Vision said as he smiled in agreement.

"And our rings?" Marah asked, staring at her naked ring finger.

"Couldn't you just make some for us?" Vision asked, turning to Wanda and tilting his head.

Wanda focused for a second before waving her fingers and snapping them. Suddenly, each of the three had a wedding ring on their fingers.

"I do. Do you? Both of you?" Vision asked, admiring his ring before looking at his wives.

"Yes, I do." Marah smiled and leaned against them.

"I do too." Wanda agreed, grinning at her wife and husband.

"And they all lived happily ever after." Vision said, leaning to over Marah to capture Wanda's lips first before leaning to down to the middle and kissing Marah as well.

Vision leaned forward to grab the television remote while Marah and Wanda leaned to kiss each other passionately.

The three fell back into the couch, wrapping their arms around each other, and settled in to spend a night in on the couch.
Perfectly content for it to just be the three of them.