Authors note: Hello everyone, so this is one of my first ships to have ever shipped since years and years ago. I just came from the cinema, so happy from Captain America: Civil War, they did portray all my favorite characters quite well (Black Panther ftw), although i'd be happier if they put some more scenes with Vision and Wanda. I am so glad they followed their romantic involvement into the MCU but I have to do my work and add some fanfic to it.

Basically my story follows the events of CACW, mixed with some events that happen in the comics such as Infinity War, House of M etc.

Illl try to keep them as in character as I can, as I don't want to slaughter their personality just to make some fluff. So I will put fluff and I will put angst, but mostly is just them trying to reach to each other and understand the world that surrounds them while supporting each other. Overall this is one of my favourite Marvel relationships, just because is so pure and lovely, and also because Marvel completely *spoiler warning* destroyed both of their lives and couldn't give them two minutes of happiness.

So again, I hope you guys enjoy this piece, more chapters to come, I know this one is kinda short but the others are quite long,

Ill try to update weekly possibly but if i have time i might even update once every two or three days.

Please leave a feedback if you like it/ if you think i might be doing smth better, and peace and love to everyone.

xx

Pink King

No! No, no, no!- Wanda screamed till her lungs dried out of air when she saw his body fall to the ground. She ran to his side screaming, her eyes struggling to see clearly as her tears veiled everything she could see. She could hear the destruction happening around her. She heard buildings fall around as trees in a forest, and she felt her pain spread throughout the air. ''Pietro...no, no, no'' She felt her soul empty, and she wanted to leave her body too. The grief was too much to contain inside her.

She was still crying, crouched to the ground before her surroundings shifted. Everything took place anew. A bright yellow light and a purple beam was flickering towards the sky. She looked around to find destruction, yet again, it felt like a battle had taken place. Piles of bodies had fallen around her. Some she could somehow recognize. She raised her head to follow the light source, her sight going red when she recognized the figure that it came from. She tried to scream, but nothing came out of her. She stood there, her breath tightening, powerless as she saw the purple beam piercing through him. She couldn't lose him too. She tried to get up, but her legs betrayed her, leaving her to the only weapon she had left. She closed her eyes and while gathering all she had left in her, thought of nothing but the death and destruction of what was torturing Vision.

''Forgive me Wanda...'' his deep voice echoed in the blackness that surrounded her senses, before everything went numb again.

An intrusive awakening each and every morning from the strong electric shock that zapped her neck, Wanda counted the days to herself as they passed by, all while trying to place her mind onto her other plane that she was building for her conscience. Vision had taught her how to look at the surroundings and derive from that world into her plane, taking every detail in, every colour and every sound, all together with what he taught her about flying. She closed her eyes and tried to remember his face, his eyes. His calm, magenta features relaxed her and helped her through her meditation process as she drifted to her plane of thoughts. She realized she missed him. His calm and soft, almost innocent demeanor and his frequent mishaps in the new world was one of her main insights of her days at the Avengers Base. But those days were gone.

Wanda...Where are you?

A shiver went down her spine at the sound of his voice. The voice was faint, and she also saw a flickering light along with it, but she knew she couldn't even trust her own mind. Was it actually him, or was it one of her other hallucinations that played tricks on her. Please help me. Help us. She had no choice but to answer to the voice. It couldn't hurt. She waited patiently for the voice to answer, but nothing happened.

One of the masked guards approached her cell and beat the rode with what seemed to be an shock stick, something she was familiar with.

''You, Witch! Your meal is here.'' He said as he slid a tray under the gate. She had counted the minutes after the electric shock that was supposed to wake her. Always 10 minutes before. The shock was rather more uncomfortable than painful. Wanda felt how the current would start from her neck and spread throughout her body like a immediate river flow, weakening her powers her senses. The electrocution had left scars on her skin like ripped paper, scars that she couldn't heal without moving her arms.

She looked at the guard without saying anything, strands of hair covering most of her face, and whispered curses in Sokovian. It worked, but the guard would retaliate with obscene language and and shouting threats while walking away. Wanda looked down at the yellow mass of food on the tray and couldn't help the nauseous feeling that grew into her stomach. I cant continue like this. You need to eat.

She took a deep breath and tried to locate Wilson telepathically. He would go through the same process every day, having the same guard, only that he would not let the guard walk away without a few further threats.

''How are we on the plan?'' She talked into him, as she found his thoughts lighting up the room.

''Jesus! You have to do this?! It always freaks me out when you do this.'' She felt him cringe mentally at her presence. She hated the feeling of violating someones thoughts like that. Why did he had to make her feel like that?

''Im sorry, but we need to talk somehow...this is our only way of escape''

''Steve will come for us, I know he will'' Wanda felt his stiffness and his mind trying to reject hers and push her out as soon as shed tried to even locate him. She had forgotten how badly people took her presence in their thoughts. Having trained with Vision, she was used to him cherishing her company, he never as to showed a feeling of discomfort when he felt her presence on his mind. On the contrary she felt rather at peace, as if her pain, her grief, it was all gone while she rested with him.

She retreated from Wilson and concentrated on Clint, but he was asleep. She dreaded the moments they were asleep. She would have to see all of their terrors, their biggest fears, and their strange desires, things far too intimate for her to even think of. Locked in the cell, without Vision to guide her, she knew she would lose her perception of reality soon enough. Her heart started beating faster, and she felt her anger filling in her body before desperation took over. She lowered her head and closed her eyes shut to stop the tears from coming out, but a small droplet that rolled down her hot cheeks protested and she couldn't do anything but let it frame her face with her arms tied inside the force jacket. We are all doomed. I am useless. Powerless. Worthless. Nothing but a body in a cell. Just like Hydra. What is the difference between American Government and the bloody mercenaries that made me this way?

Sitting on the corner of her cell, with watery eyes and a stomachache that couldn't let her breathe properly, Wanda never thought she'd felt more hopeful than the moment when she felt the energy on her cell shift. She raised her head and felt her heart skip a beat, doubting herself again of his presence.

''Vision...?'' She whispered, scared to scare the hallucination away.

''Wanda!'' As he fully formed out of the floor, he turned towards her and flew to her side without a moment's hesitation. She felt his warm embrace wrapping her body, and how weightless she felt in his arms, and held on to him as tightly as she could. She didn't want to lift her head from his chest, but she knew he was taking care of her collar and the force jacket.

''Wanda, I am taking you out of here. No one will ever hurt you again. Ever'' He said, stern and anger in the tone. His voice echoed in her ears, hope and peace of mind coming to her again, as she felt her chest filling with air again, relieved. She knew she was safe. She locked her eyes with his, knowing that that deep cerulean gaze held more of her soul that she would like to admit. Her heart started pounding, she'd never seen his face express what he was feeling right now.

''I have disconnected their main servers but I could not get through their power outlets, which only give us about ten to fifteen minutes-'' He talked slowly to her while standing up.

''I can't leave Wilson and Clint here...'' Wanda muffled while shaking her head, still holding tight to his chest. '' Please, do something for them too'' She looked up at him with a wonder, a plead that he could not ignore. He looked at her, and a smile fell into his lips.

'' I can't do anything for them,'' He continued, while letting her stand up on her own. ''But you can.'' She stood holding her head up, and took a deep breath, putting her hands to his chest feeling the warmth of his body. To her it never felt foreign, alien, or synthetic- as they would say. She could clearly trace each muscle, and each movement, and she would know that nothing felt more familiar to her than his presence.

''I can maybe out all the guards near us to sleep...'' She said thinking of how to reach the furthest one. She felt his hands on her shoulders, and a smile went through her face, as she heard his voice inside her thoughts again.

''I can do this.''