A Scarlet Vision FanFic - Dear Vision,

Chapter 5: a slow dance

Hi!
Quick tip, I'd recommend listening to 'I couldn't be more in love' by the 1975 for this chapter - there's a specific point where I tell you to play it! I listened to the song while I was writing because I think its the best song to slow dance to.

If you want to see more songs that remind me of Wanda and Vis that I listen to while I am writing you can follow this link to my playlist > https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6iByx6VGuHvuje9JBAIgjY

Enjoy!

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Once Wanda's breathing had calmed significantly, she shakily made her way over to the bed and sat down. It took a considerable amount of self control to not lie down and curl up into a ball but Wanda knew if she did that she would end up crying herself to sleep again.

She sat with her hands placed firmly on her thighs and closer her eyes. Wanda banished the remaining tears and let them trade down her checks and drop off her chin. She breathed in and held the breath for eight counts before breathing out for seven. She had never put much faith in breathing exercises but over the last few days it had come in really handy and had done wonders for slowing her heartbeat before she freaked out. Lauren had described said freak outs as 'panic attacks' and advised her of a handful of grounding techniques. Wanda was grateful that they seemed to work well, not sure she trusted her powers enough to have a panic attack in Clint's lovely house.

When her heart had slowed to a manageable rate Wanda opened her eyes and relaxed her shoulders.

The computer was where she had left it on the bed. Wanda kicked off her boots and quickly got changed into something more comfortable from the small duffle bag that she had brought with her, before slumping into the pillows at the bedhead and pulling the laptop towards her.

She opened up her gmail account and hit the 'compose' button. More than anything she wanted to talk to someone right now. That was the same way it had been after Pietro. She had just wanted to talk and talk and talk about her brother until she got it all out of her mind. Wanda was feeling the same way now. She just wanted to talk about Vision, to tell people about the amazing person he had become, how he had really becoming a person. She knew that she understood Vision in a way that no one else did or could and that made it somewhat difficult to explain. So she turned to the one person who did know and did understand, even if the words would never actually be read.

To: 2291991514@gmail.com

From: wmaximoff7@gmail.com

Subject: it's me again

Dear Vis,

Things are getting overwhelming here again so I'm writing to you. It helps me stay grounded I guess? I don't know if it really helps me in the long run but for now it makes me feel a little bit better.

I'm staying with Clint and his family at the moment. They're very nice but it's kind of strange to be a part of this normal family when the extraordinary family I've had for the last three years - eight years? - has been you and Steve and Nat and Sam and everyone else.

Tony's funeral is tomorrow. It's going to be real difficult for everyone. Speaking of funerals... Clint said they have your body somewhere at the compound, underneath all that rubble... who knows you might have been destroyed in the fight. Ugh I shouldn't talk about this right now, that's what made me get so upset in the first place. A funeral would be too real Vis, too damn real and I'm not ready.

I'm going to write about something else ok?

You remember our first official mission together right? It was that super fancy party at that celebrity's mansion in the Hamptons? I can't even remember her name. We were going into infiltrate an illegal arms deal, pretend to want to get in on the deal and then tell the rest of the team where the meeting and handover was supposed to take place. Out of all the missions I remember, I think that was my favourite.