The Unknown Emotion ~ A WandaVision Fanfic

Chapter 10

"Wanda?" I spoke up, trying to think of an alternative method of training, or anything else really. "Shall we-"

"Captain said that if I could launch him through a five storey building, I should be able to do that to myself too" her voice was shaky, containing a hint of nervous excitement. "Do you think so?"

I took a moment to consider my inbuilt knowledge of both physics and chemistry. "You have the ability to manipulate molecular polarity, which allows you to alter reality. Theoretically speaking, you should be able to do much more regarding mode of travel. Levitation, for instance."

Her eyes widened at my suggestion.

"Teach me" she pleaded.

I hesitated. "Your method of flight would differ to mine. I simply decrease my density until I'm lighter than air. You would have to use your powers to create a self-propelling mechanism."

She rolled her palms to create a globe of scarlet, toying it with her fingers.

"From what I have observed, the red mist is diffused through the skin of your palms. Perhaps you should try to imitate the hand thrusters of the Iron Man suit."

She split the scarlet globe to have a half on each hand. Eyebrows furrowed in concentration, the mist began to spin, creating little whirlwinds in the centre of her palms. Little balls of light spun around inside it. She faced the palms downward, and closed her eyes.

The mist twirled faster, and grew until they resembled small tornadoes on either side of her. The glowing balls connected and disconnected randomly via strings of light, giving it the appearance of violent electricity. Her feet lifted off the ground and she rose steadily. I eased myself up until I was hovering alongside her.

The air current caused her red leather jacket to billow behind her, and black tendrils of hair to writhe around as if they had a life of their own. She was floating in a chaotic storm cloud of her own making, the power of it unsettling the brown dust on the ground. She opened her eyes to admire her own creation, two red jewels glinting through mud and fire.

She had never looked more beautiful to me as she did in that instant.

She glanced at me, an excited smile brightening her features. Something in my awestruck expression caused the smile to fade away. Instead, she simply gazed at me, and I drank in the sight of her ruby red eyes.

Her concentration now affected, the thrust on her left side decreased ever so slightly, but it was enough. Suddenly, she veered off course at a startling rate, about to crash sideways into the ground. I acted quickly, throwing my arms around her, hoping to fly her into the air. The momentum was too large for me to handle in the short span of time without harming her, and I realised that a crash was the only option. Midair, I twisted my body until she was on top.

My high density caused us to sink into the ground on impact, but I kept my chest soft to act as an airbag for her head. I remember thinking dully that I would make an excellent crash dummy for car accidents; I even looked like one.

The dust settled, and she lifted her head timidly from my shoulder to assess the damage around us. It probably resembled a small meteor crash.

"I assume Mr. Stark will not be happy about his lawn." I chimed in as an attempt to distract myself from her close proximity. There was something appealing about having her face so close to mine, yet I couldn't understand why.

She stood up and dusted her palms. "I sure hope so." She declared, lending me a hand to pull me to my feet.

She lasted a little longer on the second attempt, and I was able to catch her when she fell without crash landing. She gained confidence with each attempt, and flew higher than before. I began to relish the fact that she trusted me to catch her, even closing her eyes to concentrate, knowing I'll be there if she flew off course.

At her 14th attempt, I hovered next to her, midair. "Wanda" I said gently, touching her shoulder to provide a sense of stability. "Please do not get scared."

That created the opposite effect. "What? Why?" She asked fearfully.

"Open your eyes" I urged. Hesitantly, her eyelids fluttered open, her scarlet eyes bright under the open sun.

"What a beautiful day" she smiled, admiring the blue skies. "Not a single cloud."

I chuckled. "That's because the clouds are beneath us, Wanda."

She gasped, and for a second I thought the atmosphere was too deprived of oxygen. But she smiled in amazement when she saw the view below us. Fluffy cotton spools of clouds were littered under us, stretched across a glass dome. The plain grey compound was the size of a Lego brick, and I could distinctly make out the black 'A' painted on the rooftop. The bright green lawn had a small brown dot, which was the mark of our previous crash landing. Surrounding the base were a forest of trees, flowing to the will of the wind like a dark green sea that stretched into the starry horizon.

I was prepared for what happened next. The dizzying height caused Wanda to lose concentration, and I thrust my arms out to catch her in a cradle, as I always did. Her arms interlocked around my neck as she continued to enjoy the view below. She was warm, and had a heavier mass when compared to the last time I had carried her- from her bedroom floor to the bed. Her skin was aglow rather than sallow, and I watched the fiery red of her eyes fade to warm hazel in fascination. I remembered Wanda from eight months ago, heartbroken and in grief. Yet the Wanda in my arms was different; nourished... reborn. Humans have the ability to recover from loss, but do I if I ever lose her?

I began to descend slowly. We travelled through the clouds, feeling a hit of cool moisture. I assume her neck began to ache from craning at the view, for she had it tucked underneath my chin. I simply couldn't describe how I felt to have her this close, so high above the world we vowed to protect. Actually, a word just popped into my mind, a word that I'd heard in the film we watched together. Magic. This was magical.

The closer we got to the ground, the more the sense of fantasy faded as we returned to our mundane life. Our worries became more prominent; suddenly I remembered that Captain Rogers was mourning the loss of his first love, and that Natasha may not be ok. Judging by the look of guilt on Wanda's face, she remembered too.

My feet reached the ground eventually, and I set her down. She stumbled a little bit as if she was drunk on the moment, as I would have if I hadn't been programmed with precision.

"Let's check if Nat called." She suggested in an offhand voice, avoiding my gaze. I followed her in without registering my surroundings, as my mind was too busy embedding this moment permanently into my memory.