Safe Place

21: Disney, A Realization, And Some Furniture Rearrangements

Wanda's POV:

*TWO DAYS LATER*

It's Sunday, which means there is nothing I have to do.

I lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling. The past week has been interesting, to say the least, and I'm completely exhausted.

I had to sort out that Thor drama, which involved taking him - still bawling and emphatically declaring that he would never be forgiven - to Target. Fortunately, the cashier on duty was a major God of Thunder fan, and when Thor managed to stop crying long enough to explain that it was an accident, the man was more than fine with it. 

Especially because he ended up with a selfie.

I called Thor's girlfriend, Jane, to explain what happened, and she ended up being pretty nice. She took me out for a smoothie to thank me for calming him down. We talked for a long time, and turns out that she's really good friends with Pepper, Maria, and Nat. They're hosting an Avengers girls' night at Maria and Pepper's a week from today.

She invited me, which is pretty cool. 

Except, obviously, Nat is also coming.

Not that that's an issue.

Anyway.

Another thing - Steve and Bucky finally started dating. They're adorable - always cuddling on the couch or cooking some gourmet dish together. The night before last I woke up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water and walked in on them slow-dancing, just staring into each other's eyes. My own eyes got teary.

And I must have been exhausted - it was 1 AM, after all - because I couldn't get Nat's face out of my head for the rest of the night. All I could hear was the faint strains of music coming from the kitchen, and all I could see was green eyes and red curls and smirking red lips.

Also, I officially broke up with Vision. 

Eventually I realized that I didn't like him. Like, at all. No shade on Vision, or on Tony for that matter, but he was just kind of boring. He was boring and stifling and irritatingly calm. 

I want someone with passion, someone who has fire in their eyes. 

Emerald green flashes across my vision, familiar enough to tug at my heart and make it flutter.

When I told Vision two days ago - Clint coined it 'Confession Day' and declared it a sacred event to occur on the second Friday of each month - he just looked at me and nodded.

"I'm sorry, Wanda," he said, "for everything. I could have done better. And I will miss you."

I exhale at the memory, and the tiniest plume of red mist floats into the air with my breath. I let it hang there, heavy as my thoughts, and I let my mind wander.

After I dumped Vision, to his everlasting credit, he continued to treat me kindly. I guess a break-up with an android is the most amicable break-up you could hope for. At least they're polite.

But he also started acting strangely. Not all the time - just when Natasha was around. He kept not-so-subtly making up excuses for her to talk to me, and for me to talk to her.

I guess he's just really invested in my wellbeing, and he wants us to be friends again.

There's really no other explanation for it.

And she has been friendlier lately. At first, it was just the odd nod and smile on Confession Day, but over the past couple days, we've had a few nice conversations. She just walked up and started talking to me.

I must not be used to talking to people as intimidating as she is, because every time she looks at me, my knees feel like they're about to give out. It's as if there's a twister of light swirling around me; weakening my body, blurring my vision, and tinting the air a glimmering gold.