Real-Life Myth

Four.

SCOTLAND

Vision and Wanda Maximoff are sharing a room. Wanda is in bed while Vision, in a human glamour, watches out a window. He hears a high-pitched trilling. Gasping, he holds his hand to the Mind Stone in pain.

"Vis?" Wanda calls softly. "Is it the stone again?"

"It's as if it's speaking to me," Vision tells her.

"What does it say?"

"I don't. . . I don't know. But something. . ." The stone trills again and Vision flinches. Wanda takes his face in her hands. Vision turns his head so he can kiss her left palm, then presses Wanda's hand to the Mind Stone. "Tell me what you feel.

Wanda gestures, her hand emanating her red swirling energy. She seems confused. "I just feel you," she promises. They kiss.

~~~

Later, the two are going on a stroll.

"So there's a 10 AM to Glasgow to give us more time together before you went back," Wanda informs him.

"What if I miss that train?" Vision asks her.

"There is an 11," she tells him, not understanding him.

"What if I missed all the trains?" She looks to him confused. "What if this time, I didn't go back?"

"You gave Stark your word," she reminds.

"I'd rather give it to you."

Beat.

"There are people who are expecting me too, you know," she remarks, "we both made promises."

"Not to each other." He puts his hands on her shoulders. "Wanda. . . For two years, we've stolen these moments, trying to see if this could work. And. . . I don't know." He stammers. "You know what, I'm just gonna speak for myself. I, I. . . I think. . ."

"It works," she finishes.

"It works," he agrees, "then stay. Stay with me." Wanda looks down, but then her eyes and attention drift to her left. Vision is suddenly very uncertain. "Or not. If I'm overstepping. . ."

Wanda steps over to a better view of the TV in the kebab shop at which they had stopped, drawing Vision with her. It shows coverage of the invasion of New York, the alien antagonists, and the disappearance of Tony Stark.

"What are they?" She asks fearfully.

"What the stone was warning me about." He kisses her hand. "I have to go."

"No, Vision. Vision, if that's true. . . Then maybe going isn't the best idea."

"Wanda, I. . ." Corvus Glaive appears suddenly behind Vision, stabbing him through the back. Vision screams, loses his glamour to return to his green, red and gold appearance, and is thrown down into the street.

"Vision!" She circles her hands, gathering up energy for a counterattack when Proxima Midnight blasts her from behind, knocking Wanda across the street and through a bistro's window.

Corvus Glaive pins Vision down and digs the point of his high-tech glaive into Vision's forehead in an attempt to extract the Mind Stone. Wanda commits her own surprise attack, blasting both of the aliens away, then lifts Vision and herself into a nearby courtyard. From here, Wanda drags him to rest in a concealed alleyway.

"The blade. It stopped me from phasing," Vision admits.

"Is that even possible?" Wanda asks.

"It isn't supposed to be." His voice distorts electronically. "My systems are failing." Wanda gestures over his gaping wound, using her magic to knit him back together. Vision continues in a gasping, wry tone. "I'm beginning to think. . . we should have stayed in bed." She hides a laugh.

Corvus Glaive suddenly arrives, knocking Wanda aside and grabbing Vision into the air.

"Vis!" She shouts.

Corvus flies away with Vision, slamming him against several walls. Meanwhile, Proxima engages Wanda with her staff weapon and they too begin to fight.

"Give up the Stone, and she lives," Corvus Glaive says to Vision. He flies with Corvus to the roof of what appears to be a church, riccocheting off the stone church tower and onto the metal-clad roof.

Simultaneously, Proxima and Wanda fight below, staff weapon versus magic energy hands. This continues until Proxima uses the blaster effect of her weapon to knock Wanda meters away, stunning her as Proxima leaps down, brandishing her weapon within bare inches of Wanda's face, only held back by Wanda's powers.

Furiously, Vision pummels Corvus, then throws him across the roof, firing a beam from the Mind Stone. Corvus uses his glaive to deflect the beam, splitting it into several smaller beams which cut up Edinburgh's ancient stone like butter. One branch finally reflects back at Vision, slamming him into the wall behind him.

Down below, Wanda has blocked Proxima's staff once again when she hears an agonized cry from Vision. Desperation strengthens her to throw Proxima through the burning lorry sliced in half by the split Stone beam, stunning the alien. Wanda then flies up to the roof where Glaive has pinned Vision and is again attempting to remove the Mind Stone.

"Hands off," Wanda orders. She casts a bolt of magic which throws Corvus back through the wall and down a shaft, then flies the two of them away again.

Proxima, who has recovered, shoots a bolt from her weapon, causing them to fall from the air and down through the roof of Edinburgh Waverley Train Station. Wanda crawls over to Vision, who cannot muster the strength to stand.

"Come on. Come on. Come on, you gotta get up. You gotta get up. Come on. Hey. Hey. We have to go," she says quietly, pleadingly.

"Please. Please leave," Vision says.

"You asked me to stay. . . I'm staying."

"Please."

"Get up."

Behind them, Proxima and Corvus crash through the roof and advance on them, brandishing their weapons. Wanda moves protectively in front of Vision, building power in her hands.

An express train passes behind Wanda, and Proxima cocks her head as if aware of another's presence. Confused, Wanda also turns and looks over her left shoulder. As the last train car passes, she sees a silhouette on the far side of the platform. Proxima throws her weapon at the shadowy figure, but it is deftly caught just before the figure steps from the shadows.

Wanda now recognizes a bearded and furious Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, as he steps into the light. Her and Vision are hopeful and relieved. While all parties are distracted, Sam Wilson, aka Falcon, swoops in and kicks Proxima across the platform and through the closed café's security gate and furniture. Swooping around, he fires on Corvus. At the same time, Captain America throws Proxima's weapon to Natasha Romanoff, aka Black Widow, who engages Corvus, ducking under his swing, stabbing him in the gut and executing a flying kick to knock him backwards.

Proxima, who has rushed back to the fight, summons her weapon back to her hand and attacks Black Widow. Captain America leaps forward, rolls, scoops up Corvus's dropped glaive and holds her off. Black Widow joins in with her own escrima sticks. While the three are fighting, Falcon returns and again kicks Proxima backwards; she scuttles over to the prone Corvus. Falcon draws both of his Steyr SPP submachine pistols on the couple.

"Get up," Proximate orders Glaive.

"I can't."

"We don't wanna kill you. But we will," Natasha tells the two.

"You'll never get the chance again." Proxima Midnight and Corvus Glaive depart as they are beamed up. The glaive is snatched from Cap's hand as well.

"Can you stand?" Sam asks Vision.

Electricity shimmers over his surface, and his voice distorts. "Thank you, Captain." Steve nods.

"Let's get you on the jet," he tells the android.

~~~

Natasha closes the doors to the Quinjet, while addressing Wanda. "I thought we had a deal. Stay close, check in. Don't take any chances."

"I'm sorry," Wanda apologizes, "we just wanted time."

"Where to, Cap?" Sam asks.

"Home."