The Unknown Emotion ~ A WandaVision Fanfic

Chapter 14

Nat, I'm going to be a little late."

"What? We only have eight hours left to bring in Steve, Tony-"

"I just found Vision. He's been plowed through five storeys to my basement."

Natasha's gasp crackled through the speakerphone. "Wanda did that?"

"Well, unless Banner decided to visit, yeah. Wanda did that." Mr. Starks voice was sarcastic, but a hidden anger lurked within. "I'll meet you at the airport."

He ended the call, and I found the strength to open my eyelids.

"Mr. Stark." I greeted in a weak voice. I attempted to sit up.

"Hey bud" he breathed in relief, patiently heaving me to my feet. "Let's get you to your bed." My body was deprived of strength due to lack of solar energy, and I could barely walk. I didn't know how much time I had spent in the darkness.

"How long was I unconscious?" I wheezed.

Mr. Stark looped my right arm around his neck to assist me in walking. "No ones been at the compound since Maximoff left. And that was three days ago."

Three days. I was forgotten for three days. I was too exhausted to feel offence.

Mr. Stark grunted under my weight. "I didn't ever think Maximoff would be capable of this." he murmured guiltily. In Stark speech, this translated to an apology.

"I assure you, no one did." I replied, to ease his conscience. He did not need this incident to add to his guilt list.

We finally arrived at the lifts that took us to the bedroom floors, and Mr. Stark helped me to my bed. He threw open the curtains, and the rays of sunshine on the mind stone helped me feel slightly better. Physically, at least.

"You need anything else? Should I call Dr. Cho?"

I shook my head. He took a seat at my bedside.

"Tell me what happened." He demanded gruffly, giving off the aura of a father asking his child about a playground bully. His right eye was bruised, warped with greenish violet hue.

"Clint Barton. He distracted me with the forest fires, and asked her to join him. She refused initially, but he persuaded her. I suppose they knew I would try to stop them at all costs, which must be why she..." I trailed off, gesturing to my state.

Mr. Stark clenched his jaw. "I'll be seeing both of them soon." He declared. "I won't go easy on them, I'll guarantee you that."

I didn't much like the sound of that. "Wanda-" I winced at the name, my last memory of her invading my thoughts.  Mr. Stark noticed this, and pressed his lips together. I continued. "Wanda simply did what she believed was right."

That was the truth. I stood in her way, and she took me down, without the consideration of personal relationships. She prioritised duty over our friendship, which is what I should expect of her or any other Avenger. Mr. Stark responded with a grim look.

"I have to go. I'm meeting the others at the airport."

"The airport, you say?" I asked, curious.

"Germany. We have to bring in Steve, Sam and the Winter Soldier. Maximoff and Barton will probably be with them. We'll manage."

He checked his watch, and flinched at the time.

"Gotta go. I'll be back in a few days. Rest." He instructed.

I nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Stark." I said, gratefully. "For remembering me."

He frowned at that. "You're an Avenger, Vision. 'Thanking' isn't a thing we do here."

He strode off towards the direction of his parked Quinjet. Gathering all the energy I have, I stood up and flew through the walls to arrive there before himself.

He didn't seem surprised to see me there.

"I'd like to join you, Mr. Stark, if you don't mind."

His lips twitched into a hint of a grin. "All right then. Hop in."

***

It was a quiet flight, and I attempted to rest as much as possible under the sunlit window. If heavy clouds arrived to block the rays, I felt Mr. Stark swerve the jet away from them, for which I was very thankful.

I drifted in and out of deep sleep. During the brief moments I was aware of my surroundings, I noticed another presence in the jet. He was a human male, a few years younger than Wanda. He watched me with a fascinating curiosity, his neck craned around the front seat to analyse me laying in the back.

"You're creeping him out, Parker." Mr. Stark advised.

"Right. Sorry er- Mr. Vision." The boy replied sheepishly. I shook my head to tell him there was nothing to forgive.

I fell asleep again, for who knows how long. I woke up alone in the jet. The boy's clothes lay discarded on the floor, and there was a sticky note taped on the table.

Wear this.

I picked up the ear-piece, inserting it into my ear. I stepped outside on the top level of a cement carpark to hear sounds of battle; loud noises of explosion and the powerful thrusters of iron suits.

"They're getting away." Rhodey's panicky voice crackled in my ear. "Someone, anyone, stop them!"

I walked to the edge of the building, looking down at a fiery painting of destruction. Exploded trucks, disfigured planes and piles of cars littered the space. Six figures were running away towards a large jet on the far side.

"Copy that." I replied gravely.