Connected... {A Scarlet Vision Fanfic}

The Blizzard

(Wanda's POV)

I woke up, surrounded in an unfamiliar embrace, with cool wind rushing past me. The surface I was laying on was hard and uncomfortable, but my head was resting on another surface entirely; as I put my thoughts together, I realized I wasn't alone. The Vision was laying beside me, alert and unfazed, he clearly didn't sleep at all last night.

"Good morning, Wanda." His clear voice called, as the sun made it's appearance over the tiled rooftops of the nearby European houses. As the fog of morning dissipated from my brain, I realized we were still sitting on the roof in our makeshift bed, and Pietro was still downstairs, most likely feeling guilty about his resemblance to my father. A burden he shouldn't have to bear. I made a silent promise to myself that starting that day, I would no longer shun Pietro on the anniversary of their death. He had felt guilty for too long, over something he had no control over, and to make him live with that feeling was outright selfish of me. It was time to swallow my pride, and make amends.

"Vision," I replied groggily. "Thank you for staying with me last night. You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to," He clarified, "You didn't force me to do anything. I feel the need to comfort you, and in turn I am given the feeling of being human." He explained meekly, as he helped me sit up. 

"You are to me, Vis." I said, looking into his eyes as a small smile creeped onto my face. 

"Pardon?"

"Human," I explained gently, "I believe you are human. You have a soul, you feel things. You are the best person I know."

He looked shocked, but at the same time, I could see feelings of thankfulness stirring in his eyes. "Thank you, Wanda." He said with a smile.

"Vis?" 

"Yes?"

"Would you mind taking me downstairs?" I said with a light laugh. He answered with an affirmative nod, and then picked me up, one arm around my waist, and the other under my knees, and he began to hover above the ground, descending slowly to the ground, where he set me down. My bare feet touched the cold pavement, and I shivered before making my way to the front door. I opened it with a creak, and stepped inside the quiet kitchen. 

Inside was the person I was least expecting to see at such an early hour of the morning. Pietro. I could tell he was confused about my whereabouts, but he immediately turned around,  hiding his face from me. He was trying his best not to upset me. 

Pietro. Look at me, please.

Wanda? He didn't turn around as he addressed me mentally.

I approached him quietly, and I noticed him flinch as I placed my hand on his shoulder. 

"Pietro, please forgive me." I said quietly, hugging him from behind.

"Why, Wanda? There is nothing to forgive." He said, tiredness creeping into his voice.

"Pietro, I've been so unfair to you. I blocked you out on this day for ten years. I looked at you and thought of the family we lost... I should've seen the family I gained." Pietro turned around and returned my hug. "I'm so grateful you're alive." I buried my face in his shoulder, letting silent tears fall onto his shirt.

"Shh... Wanda..." He cooed as I held on to him. He began to hum an old Sokovian lullaby I had forgotten the name of. The beautiful, natural sound filled my mind. I closed my eyes, leaning against his chest to listen to his heartbeat; as always, it was fluttering like a hummingbird. Ever since he got his abilities, his heart beats faster than normal people. Several hundred beats per minute, in fact. He once told me that it was like the world was moving slowly around him, and he was the only thing moving normally.