Connected... {A Scarlet Vision Fanfic}

Django

(Wanda's POV)

In the small European house we were occupying, many members of the team had to double up on rooms. Of course, Pietro and I were together, we had slept in the same space almost our  entire life, excluding their holding cells in the Hydra facility. But that night, I didn't sleep anywhere near him, at first I thought this year would be different, and I would be able to look at him, but as I lay there, restless, I could see his face and I couldn't bear it. I immediately left the room, not bothering to put on real clothes, though I did grab a wrap-around sweater to cover my shoulders, that were left uncovered by my red nightgown.

It has been like this for ten years. This was the day our parents died, and the sight of Pietro was always too much for me to bear. He looked almost exactly like my father, Django, hell he was even named after him. Pietro Django Maximoff. Most days, looking at him was a lovely reminder that I still had family. But this day, year after year, it has served as an aching torment, that just reminds me of what I'd lost.

I creeped out of the room, doing my best not to wake Pietro, it was still hours till dawn. I closed the wooden door behind me, entering the small hallway. I stepped onto the soft, worn rug, so my footsteps wouldn't make any noise. I walked down the hall, heading toward the soft light coming from the living room. I began to tread down the stairs, moving slowly and lightly to avoid making any creaks. Five steps down, I was detected- though only by the Vision- who was occupying the living room. I was about to take another step, but he stopped me. He walked over to the stairs, then began to levitate. He glided toward me, picking me up bridal-style, as he had so many times before. I blushed at the feeling of his hands through the fabric of my nightgown.

There's a creak on the sixth step from the top. He explained silently. He gently set me down at the bottom of the stairs. I immediately distanced myself from him, heading straight for the door. He stopped me gently with his hand on my arm.

What's wrong, Wanda?...

I just want to be alone. I responded, he didn't seem to believe me.

Your presence... Your mind is calling out for me, Wanda. You may not realize it, but we have a connection, and it's pulling me closer to you. You seek comfort. He protested.

I opened the front door, feeling the cool wind send goosebumps over my skin. I stepped out ruefully, I could sense Vision follow me, though at a respectful distance. I heeded no thought to my bare feet, or unconventional clothing as I walked down the streets of Russia. I wandered aimlessly around the city, simply picturing the memories I had of my parents.

I thought of the streets of Sokovia, so much more vibrant, so welcoming. I pretended I was walking those streets on my way home from school, just as I did as child. I pictured my parents' welcoming embrace when I reached the front door. I remembered all the times I would race Pietro as a kid, it had seemed like destiny had decreed that he would always be faster than me. Growing up with Gypsies was always an adventure, we learned how to be- well- resourceful to put it lightly. Traveling as a group, a family. The skills taught to me back then would keep Pietro and I alive during our time on the streets.

I didn't even realize I had started crying. I sank to my knees on the hard stone, holding my face in my hands as I sobbed. The pain seemed just too much to handle. Vision quickly walked over to me, he sat next to me, rubbing my back soothingly. "Wanda," He said, his beautiful voice filled with empathy. I turned to him, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and sobbing into his chest. He adjusted how we were sitting, so that I was in his lap as he comforted me. I don't know how long we sat there, but as I dried my eyes and leaned back I saw the sky was still pitch black.

"I'm sorry, Vis." I said, attempting to smooth the sweater he was wearing.

"Don't apologize, Wanda. What's troubling you?" He asked gently.

I took a deep shaky breath before continuing. "My parents died ten years ago on this day. I miss them so much. I just wish they were here to see all the things Pietro and I have done, I think they would be very proud of our jobs as Avengers." I explained with stray tears trailing down my face. Vision's thumb touched my face, wiping away the tears softly.

"I think they would." He agreed. "Wanda, you're an amazing woman, capable of infinite possibilities, with a kindness about you that few people possess. I know some of that must have come from your parents -traits like that often do." He said quietly. "Anyone would be proud to call you family... And I believe you do have a sense of family from the Avengers. Although we many not be able to replace what you've lost, we're here for you, Wanda."

"Thank you." I breathed as I enveloped him in a hug. Once I released him he helped me up, and led me back toward the house. I stopped him once it came into view. "I can't go in there." I protested.

"Why not, Wanda?"

"He looks just like him." I spoke ruefully. "Pietro," I clarified. "He looks just like my father." My voice kept catching with emotion.

" I have an idea." Vision declared. He picked me up, and began to fly above the ground. He set me gently on the roof, before phasing through the wall below. It was a few moments before he came back, phasing through the wall with his hands full. He landed next to me gracefully. He handed me a pillow, and spread a blanket over the two of us, setting another pillow under his head as we laid down next to each other. The stars shined brightly in the small town, due to the lack of light pollution. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. I was slightly uncomfortable with the intimacy of the situation.

He must have sensed my anxiousness, because he immediately released me. I leaned closer to him, letting him know I was okay with it. "They were gypsies." I started. "My parents, I mean. We grew up traveling all over Sokovia, it obviously wasn't the most glamorous of lifestyles, but it was perfect. We were constantly together, though our house moved from place to place. We learned how to barter and sell, and trade with other people. Countless invaluable skills that I can't name at the moment... They gave me so much, and then they were taken from me... I feel like there was so much more I needed to learn from them..."

I breathed deeply. Actually enjoying getting to tell Vision about my parents. It was soothing, he had that strange effect on me. He could relax me in an instant, there was just something about his presence, so innocent, so honest, so pure. It was like every time I told him something, we were both seeing it for the first time.

"Django, my father, was so much like Pietro, less tempered maybe, but brave and steadfast and strong. I can tell Pietro feels the need to replace that father figure for me, but what he doesn't realize is that he doesn't have to. Being my brother is enough. Having him alive is enough." I finished with a smile. My head was on Vision's chest and I could hear the sound of his heart beating strongly in his chest, that very sound lulled me to sleep in the darkest hours of morning.

As I drifted I could hear Vision's voice softly calling, "Goodnight Wanda." As I faded into a peaceful oblivion.

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I'm so sorry, I'm a terrible person for not updating in so long! I'm not quite happy with this chapter, but I feel we need a break from plot. It just seemed like it was moving really fast, so I decided to give you some character depth, and some ScarletVision.

IMPORTANT:
I have started school -which is why this chapter has been so long awaited- so updates will take longer for the time being. I'm really sorry. But I'll try to write as much as I can! Thank you for being so patient! Love you readers!