A/N: I am shipper trash. Total and complete shipper trash. Join me in my garbage pile of feels.
"You know, it's okay to cry."
Wanda stared up at him, uncomprehending, as if that was the last thing she'd expected to hear out of his mouth this morning.
Honestly, it was the last thing he'd meant to say; in the weeks since the Sokovia battle, despite hardly sharing four words with the girl, Vision would have done anything at all to ensure Wanda Maximoff never shed another tear in her life.
The quiet sobbing that had come from her bedroom every night had thrown him into a constant loop of terrible guilt and uneasy hesitance; on the one hand, crying alone in her room suggested she wantedto be alone. But his recent studies into the process of grief suggested support for the grieving individual, care given by their friends and loved ones.
Wanda had no loved ones, not anymore, and none of the other Avengers had seemed to notice the dark circles under her eyes, so…
Here we are.
He fidgeted, trying not to let her penetrating stare unnerve him and failing mightily.
"I meant," he rectified, "That requesting the company of someone who could sympathize with your current… situation… is not out of the ordinary. Nor is it something to be ashamed of; sorrow is one of the hardest emotions humans can overcome, and therefore it would be foolhardy for anyone to judge you for requiring aid."
She just kept staring, and he really felt like phasing through the floor right about now - he could do that, figured it out a day or two after the battle - and never coming back to bother her again.
When her eyes seemed to grow shinier (and not with a familiar red glow), the feeling grew even worse.
"I'm sorry," he said quickly, floating backward, ready to flee and admit the entire thing a failure, "I didn't mean-"
She stepped forward.
A hand caught his retreating wrist, and squeezed when he tried to tug it away.
He paused as the thinnest smile imaginable shone through her already falling tears.
"Would you stay with me?" she rasped, her lovely voice weighed down by all the dark nights spent alone in her room with nothing but her brother's memory to keep her company.
He nodded immediately.
Perhaps it wasn't a failure after all.