A/N: yaaay another one because I'm trash. Sorry for the delay. I really need prompts.

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"What about Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch?" At those seven words, the atmosphere in the room immediately tensed.

At the behest of the media, Tony had finally relented to a press conference regarding the events of the Civil War and the aftermath. Thinking it best to not risk causing a scene, only he and Steve had appeared at the conference, while the rest of the Avengers stood around in the Facility lounge, all eyes trained on the huge flatscreen where the image of their two friends was shown.

"What about her?" Tony shot back.

"What security measures are being taken to ensure that her destructive powers will not cause any more harm?" The image of a blonde with way too much makeup caked on her face flashed briefly across the screen.

"There is no need for any security measures," Steve answered calmly, looking impeccable as always in a dress coat and slacks. "She has full control over her powers and she would never intentionally cause destruction."

"The incident in Lagos with Crossbones says otherwise," another reporter pressed.

Wanda closed her eyes. She could feel the pitying glances of her teammates.

"That was an unfortunate mishap," Steve returned. "She was trying to contain an explosion that could have killed hundreds more with her powers. You can't save everyone."

"What about her origins? She grew up in a war-torn country and her powers were given to her by HYDRA themselves, in addition to which she was once one of Ultron's mercenaries. How can we be sure that she will not turn against us?"

"Wanda Maximoff has proven herself trustworthy and a true Avenger many times over." Steve said firmly.

"Er, we will be taking no more questions about the Scarlet Witch," Tony added.

Wanda turned away. She had heard enough. Without a word to her teammates, she left the room.

"That's just not right, man," Scott said once she had gone. "Why is everyone so afraid of her? I like her."

"They think she's a freak," Sam said, scooping up the remote and shutting the TV off. "It's not fair to her."

"Yeah, we're all freaks!" Scott turned around with an impish grin. "Isn't that right, Vision?" He looked around the spot where the synthezoid had been standing only moments before. "Vision?"

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"Why are you following me?" Wanda asked, stopping in the grass outside the Avengers Facility.

"I sensed you were distressed," Vision said quietly, coming to rest a few feet away from her. "I wish to make you…not distressed."

Wanda avoided smiling, turning to face him. "They fear me, Vis. They think I'm a monster and a freak, no matter how hard I try."

"They do not see you as I do," Vision said. "That is their mistake."

"What do you mean when you say that?"

He stepped forward slightly. "Well, they see you as a threat, a source of unbridled destructive power that must be contained."

"Thanks a lot," she huffed.

"However," Vision went on, "they do not see how human you are. You experience love, hate, anger, grief, joy, and every other emotion just as they do. You have a personality, your own interests and your own individuality. You are undeniably human, and I see that every single day. I see your kindness, your will, your care for your teammates and your yearning to be a better person. The people do not have the privilege of seeing just how…" He paused, searching for the right word, "…delightful you really are."

Wanda blinked. "You think I'm…delightful?"

He nodded. "Yes, I do believe that is the best way to put it."

She offered him a true smile, a smile he couldn't help but love. "Thank you, Vis. It's nice to know that someone thinks I'm…human."

He stepped forward until they were mere inches apart. Slowly, tentatively, he reached out and took her hand. "One day, Wanda, I hope to get what I wanted."