The Unknown Emotion ~ A WandaVision Fanfic

Chapter 21

Entangling herself from me, she sprung up, talking about something that I couldn't quite process as I was still reeling from our intimate moment.

"... It'll be our first real date. I want to make it special. it's just down here, follow me" she said shyly.

I stood up as she entered the building from the balcony, my long strides catching up to her easily. Whoever had bought the tower from Mr. Stark clearly wanted all traces of him gone; the walls had been ripped off, exposing the wiring underneath, and the overpowering scent of paint doused the air. Wanda climbed upstairs, opening a door to the largest room in the tower.

I briefly remember what this room used to look like from my short time here; this was the workplace in which Mr. Stark and Mr. Banner often collaborated on their projects. This entire floor perhaps had some of the most technologically advanced machinery in the world, and had housed my artificially intelligent counterpart J.A.R.V.I.S.

But something about this room felt different. The walkway above us wasn't quite supposed to be there, Mr. Starks workbench wasn't quite as big as it is now.  The glass walls that separated the room into smaller offices weren't in the right place. The biggest variation was that this floor was polished and tidy; gleaming rather and surely there was no one here to maintain that state of cleanliness. Mr. Starks computers were on, throwing out vibrant holographic engineering imagery which was strange considering there should have been no source of electricity to power them at all.
The sky that I could see from the windows was now a black night when it was afternoon minutes ago.

Was this one of Wanda's illusions?

I flew to the window, holding out my hand to touch the cool glass. The city lay on the ground, quiet and untroubled; the only signs of life being small specks of light from vehicles and offices. The feeling that overpowered me was surreal and powerful, with a sense of Déjà Vu tingling in the back of my mind. I had been here before, years ago, seconds after my birth.

I could feel her gaze on me, studying me for my reaction. I turned to look at her, my eyes filled with confusion and wonder.

She smiled, clearly enjoying my reaction. "This isn't really here you know, actually this room is in ruins. It took me a lot of practise to recreate this room the way it used to look like, but I think I did alright" she said, her eyes twinkling as she admired her own handiwork.

"That is incredible" I breathed, taking in everything again. "But Wanda-"

"Hmm?"

"Why this room? Why Avengers Tower? Forgive me for my insensitivity, but I thought you'd prefer to stay away from the birthplace of Ultron" I rambled, forcing myself to stop speaking lest I take away the delight from this moment.

She nodded thoughtfully. "I suppose that makes sense. But Pietro didn't die here, and so I don't hate this place. I don't like it either-" she added, narrowing her eyes. "But I'm thankful for the one good thing that came from it."

I paused, confused about what good thing she meant.

She raised an eyebrow at me, as if encouraging me to guess. When I came up blank, she sighed and came closer, taking each of my hands in hers.

"This was your birthplace too Vision. I met you here for the first time. You're the good thing." she murmured. "You're the last good thing in my life."

Her voice broke. My heart thrummed at the pain in her voice.

"I can promise you this Wanda" I said with determination. "I will stay by your side for as long as I live. Whether that be as friend or more, in whichever form you'd like. I'll be here. As I said before; I'm yours entirely."

At my words, she leaned her head on my chest. I immediately felt the need to protect her from the world. The thought troubled me, my love for Wanda had the potential to manifest a monster within me that was far more capable of cruelty than Ultron.

I was made to protect humanity and I shall do my part, but what would happen if humanity came for my Wanda?

Shaking away these troubled thoughts, I pulled her into a hug, holding her close with my chin leaning on her head. She relaxed in my arms, and the illusion around us slowly faded away to reveal stripped walls and sunlight filtering in through the rubble in the midst of renovation.

"Can I tell you something?" she murmured against my chest.

"Of course"

"When you were about to come to life.. Pietro and I did everything in our power to make sure that wouldn't happen"

The guilt in her voice humoured me, and I chuckled. "I'm aware, Wanda. Mr. Stark informed me of that as soon as he deduced I was getting close to you. I believe he intended to cause a rift between us but it only made me respect you more. I would have done the same in your position"

Wanda pulled away from the hug, her facial expression still gaunt.

"I'm serious. I am glad we failed." she stated, flinching as she thought of the alternative

I smiled. "Me too. For how else could I have met you?"