Connected... {A Scarlet Vision Fanfic}

I Missed You

(Natasha's POV)

I sat at my desk in my room. Cleaning my weapons with immense focus and diligence. A strange knock played against my door. I didn't answer. I didn't want to see anyone. I was preparing for the mission, and distancing myself from distraction. Any mission required complete focus and readiness and right now I had neither.

I was too caught up thinking about James. Seeing him, the non-brainwashed version of him was a constant reminder of my love for him. I couldn't stand it. I knew I shouldn't be feeling this way. I knew I shouldn't be obsessing over things he didn't even remember.

He was confused enough as it is.

Then the very muse of my thoughts entered my room. I could see him in my peripheral, but I did not acknowledge him with a response. I felt my brow furrow as I attempted to clear my thoughts and narrow in on the Glock 19 in my hands. He approached me cautiously, but there was something different about his demeanor. He looked more peaceful, seemed more like his old self. He reached where I was sitting and I felt his torso press against the back of my chair as he reached over and took the gun from my hands, gently placing it on my desk before replacing the empty space with his hand.

My breath hitched at the gesture. "What are you doing?" I asked in a small breathless voice.

"Natalia," He began. But my shock took over my body, and I immediately froze at the sound of my real name.

"James."

He pulled me up from the chair and turned me around so I was facing him. The look in his eyes was one of remembrance. He placed his hands on either side of my face, and pulled me closer in a gentle kiss. I gave in immediately, eagerly returning the gesture.

As we broke apart. I breathed heavily, seeking air to fill my failing lungs. My whole body seemed to shut down at his touch. "You remember?" I queried softly.

"Every single moment,  дорогая (sweetheart)." He assured.

I wrapped my arms around him, desperate for his touch after years and years of waiting for him. "I missed you."

"And I, you."

(Wanda's POV)

I looked my self in the mirror, fidgeting uncomfortably under my own stare. We were preparing for our battle. I attempted once more to lace up the red leather corset, holding it against my chest with one hand, and reaching behind my back with the other. A sudden knock rapped against my door, and before I could answer them they entered. I panicked realizing I wasn't fully clothed.

"Vis, I thought we-" My sentence ended abruptly when I realized it wasn't Vision, but Natasha.

"Don't worry it's only me." She spoke happily.

"I assume you spoke with Bucky." I teased with a laugh.

"Yes, I came here to thank you for that." She affirmed. "And apparently there's a way to repay you... You look like you could use some help. I remember putting one of these on for the first time." She joked as she walked over to me, adjusting the corset, and grabbing the laces in her hands. She began to tighten it for me. "But really, thank you."

"I'm just glad I could help him." I said.

"I am too, I think he's talking with Steve now." Her voice trailed off. She paused before continuing "did you?..."

"See you two?" I answered. "Yes." I admitted, glancing down at my boots.

She made no response. She focused all her attention in helping me into my corset top. She finished lacing it and tied the ends, keeping it firmly in place. I glanced in the mirror, admiring how the outfit looked on me. I slipped on the intricate red leather jacket. It suited me perfectly and completely embodied the Scarlet Witch persona.

It's perfect.

I slipped on my gloves and boots, and made my way downstairs. My brother examined my uniform with narrowed eyes. I walked towards him cautiously, nervous about his reaction to the maturity of the outfit, it was in no way inappropriate, but it was definitely a lot more than I was used to.

Pietro frowned slightly and made his way over to me. He reached out and touched the red leather sleeve of my jacket. He took the jacket in his hands, attempting to adjust it so you could see less of my skin. I let out a light laugh at his protective antics.

"Pietro," I warned.

"Sorry." he muttered, though he still eyed me with disapproval. I quickly hugged him, mentally reminding him that he is and always would be the most important man in my life. He was my brother, my twin, my literal other half. And I knew sometimes he forgot how important he is to me.

But I would always remind him.

I then admired his Avengers outfit, the bullet proof replica of his old outfit. I ran my fingers across the Stark-tech fabric. The fabric was thin, flexible, and breathable, there was no indication of its bulletproof capabilities.

I looked over Pietro's shoulder and saw Vision smiling at our playful antics. He too was in his battle uniform. I smiled at his grey suit and golden cape. I walked over to him, feeling my cheeks flush slightly. He always made me feel a little excited but extremely at home at the same time.

"Hello, Wanda." His sweet British voice called.

"Hey, Vis." I said as our mental connection flourished with our impending nearness. I embraced the feeling of our combined consciousness. It always made me curious, as to what it truly was and how it came to be. It was strange and powerful, just like the two of us. It was almost as if it made us into magnets that were drawn to each other.

I decided in that moment, that our connection was my favorite feeling in the world.

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Sorry this is short and fluffy! I haven't had much time to write, but I wanted to give you guys a chapter before I wrote the big battle. I hope you liked it!

Keep reading! Love you all!