all the stars; scarletvision {ABANDONED}

never again

Wanda Maximoff was nervous. She was about to see Vision again, after the Avengers split. It took a while for her to reach out to him- she was terrified about so many things. Maybe he'd turn her in. Maybe he didn't want to see her. Maybe he didn't even want to talk to her. Wanda tapped on the table she was sitting at with her nails. After Steve Rogers had broken her out and the rest of the imprisoned Avengers, it took her a long time to recover. The collar they had put on her drained her more than she could've imagined, she was sleep deprived, and she was worried sick about Vision, who hadn't reached out to her once during her time in that hellhole. She felt lonely and sick all the time. She thought only of rescue and Vision. His bright blue eyes. His laugh. His warm touch. She shuddered and drank her coffee.

Natasha had helped her get slightly back to normal. She gave her food and drink, held back her hair when her stomach couldn't keep it down, and dyed it a bright orange from her dull brown. Natasha had also helped her get back to strength, working her out and sharpening her mind so she could do magic again without hitches.

After a couple weeks, Wanda finally got the nerve to try and connect with him. Their minds were connected, of course, but the collar had weakened then broke that connection. That day Wanda had calmly sat down on the floor of the bathroom and readied herself. Clint and Scott had already left and accepted plea deals, and Steve, Natasha, and Sam were in the main room of their hotel room. Wanda had locked herself in the bathroom for some privacy. The others didn't question it.

She out gently and prodded at Vision's mind. Vizhe? She asked hopefully. His answer came back quickly and with force. Wanda? Are you alright? Where are you? I heard that you had escaped and....are you alright? Wanda almost cried in relief. Yes, I'm fine. I'm with Steve. We're...in hiding. She pressed herself onto the wall harder, willing herself not to break down, not now. Vision seemed to be holding back, too. Wanda, I....I'm sorry. Wanda nodded, tears now streaming unchecked down her face. I am too, Vizhe. She chewed on her nails before saying, Vision. We need to meet. Vision faltered. Fear shot through Wanda. Then he said quietly, I agree. Somewhere where no one will find us. Wanda stood up. Vision continued, How about Edinburgh, Scotland? Wanda smiled and nodded, watching her reflection in the mirror and imagining Vision's next to it. I'll be there as soon as I can. Then she cut herself off, but not soon enough to feel Vision's joy.

Immediately after she started packing, telling the Avengers what she was doing. All of them were apprehensive about it, but Wanda was sure that he would stand by her. Not by Tony and everyone else who hurt her. She was so excited she flew herself to Scotland, dreaming all the way about what it would be like.

Now she was at a café, waiting. She had sent out what she felt was like a homing beacon, and she knew when he would come. Just as she had finished her coffee, Wanda felt that he was near. She stood up and looked around, trying to find his distinctive red face. But she didn't see it. Then someone tapped her shoulder from behind. She turned around and saw a tall man with blonde hair, pale skin and....bright blue eyes. She frowned and her brow furrowed. "Vision?" The man nodded. "It's just...a ruse, I suppose." It was his voice too. Tear prickled in her eyes and she looked down. Vision stepped forward closer and placed his arms around Wanda in a hug. She hugged him back, tears cascading down her face. She was so happy to have him back. Vision tilted her chin up and kissed her softly. She eagerly kissed him back, savoring it. He broke off long enough to tell her, "I'm going to stay by your side from now on. Never again will we be separated." Wanda looked up at him and saw only love in his eyes. She kissed him again, drowning in his sweet touch.