The Unknown Emotion ~ A WandaVision Fanfic

Chapter 3

"You broke him" Mr. Stark accused with a dry anger. "I hope you're proud of yourself."

Captain Rogers tried to apologise. "Tony-"

"Don't 'Tony' me. How am I supposed to fix him? How are we even going to move him if he's hardened himself into a million carat diamond? We'll need a crane. Or a Hulk. We don't happen to have either of those in stock right now."

"That won't be necessary." I wheezed in a weak voice, opening my eyes to a blinding sunny sky. Mr. Stark was correct, I was incredibly dense. It seemed that increasing my density was an involuntary reaction when faced with a fight or flight situation. I eased myself up to my feet, and looked down to see the deep imprint of my body on the grassy field.

"I apologise for the damage" I said, gesturing to the sunken hole. Mr. Stark and Captain Rogers watched me warily as I floated back to the house. I needed a nap.

Natasha and Sam were feasting on a roasted chicken for lunch.

"He's back" Natasha smirked mockingly, but I took no offence. I had observed that she utilised her trademark smirk to hide emotions that could tar her reputation of cold insincerity. These emotions may as well include relief and happiness for my wellbeing.

"I am" I agreed. "How long was I unconscious?"

"A few hours" Sam informed while munching on a chicken leg. "We were freaking out because we couldn't hear a heart beating, but realised you probably didn't have one."

"Says the man who's eating his cousin" Natasha rebuffed, watching him suck on the femur of the chicken.

"Hey, if roasted falcon tasted as good as this chicken, I'd eat that too."

Natasha rolled her eyes, and I politely excused myself.

Although I was at a lower density as I floated up the stairs, my limbs felt heavy and I was sure I'd fall unconscious again as soon as my head hit the duvet pillows. Wanda had not only seized my will to fight as Captain Rogers had instructed. It seems she had also sucked out my will to do anything else. If she had persisted with the psychological scarring, she possibly could have taken away my will to live. At least the experiment had taught us a little more of the extent of her powers.

Remembering Wanda, I realised (albeit a little late) that she wasn't downstairs feasting with the others. Her room was down the hall from mine and I considered a visit, even though my bed was a sore temptation to my aching body.

Her door was locked, and remembering Steve's lessons of common courtesy, I knocked the door instead of dematerialising through the wall. The door clicked open, and a timid Wanda stared at me in guilt.

"May I come in?" I asked. She nodded, guiding me in to sit on her bed.

"I'm sorry" she started, hiding her face in her hands.

"For what?" I questioned, confused. Surely she shouldn't feel the need to apologise if she had been against practising her powers on me in the first place.

Ignoring my response, she continued her apology. "Vision, I shouldn't have agreed to hurt you like that."

I shook my head. "Wanda, please don't feel responsible. It was I who insisted." I considered physical contact; a hand on the shoulder perhaps, like I'd seen the others do when someone was upset. I patted her knee instead, and judging by her lips twitching into a half smile, she found the notion humorous.

"Besides, the experience was rather... Educational" I nodded.

She shuffled, so that she faced me. "What could you have possibly learnt from that?" She asked dryly, her head cocked to one side.

"For one, I've learnt that the mind never truly forgets." I suppressed a shudder, knowing that it would only make her feel more guilt. "And second, that I wouldn't stand a chance against you, if for some reason, you decided me your enemy."

The statement was theoretically false, but practically true. Although I had the ability to pulverise her to ashes with the gem lodged in my forehead, I couldn't ever imagine a situation in which I'd use that on her, even if her intent had been to kill me.

She chuckled. "The mighty Vision, who can fly and turn diamond-hard and shoot lasers out of his forehead, but can't hurt a little girl in a red dress."

I chuckled along. "I would never hurt you, Wanda. Not n a million years" I said. She stopped chuckling. Mistake noted. My statement, although true, had been too passionate, and had killed the casual ease between us. Exhaustion threatened to take me.

"I'm afraid I must excuse myself." I stood up, and noticed her looking at me with a wet eyed affection. My chest thrummed warmly, and I instantly regretted trying to leave.

"Unless you'd rather I stay?" I questioned.

"No, no, you need your sleep to recover" she waved her hands, still looking at me with the same adoration. I shot her a puzzled glance.

"Pietro's clothes. They fit you well." She explained softly, gesturing at my clothed body.

"Ah" I replied delicately, and the warm thrum in my chest disappeared. She missed her brother, nothing more. The affection was not for me.

It wasn't until I'd laid on my bed did I realise that her explanation may not have been entirely truthful. I also suddenly remembered that she had the ability to read the emotions of others. Had she picked up on the swell of the overpowering brain signals I experience during my conversations with her? Perhaps I should ask her later, so that she may identify the unknown emotion I feel every time she is in proximity.