Soooooo, saw Infinity War yesterday. That stuff done messed me up. Seriously, I am going to be depressed until the next movie comes. Hence, it's time to shed some light on an official fanfic for this precious 10-year work of art.
This story will revolve on Vision and Wanda if you haven't already guessed. JUST BECAUSE. There will be others mentioned and given the spotlight, but let's face it the wonderful couple were the highlight of the movie everytime I sae them on the screen.
Now for those who have not seen the movie, BE WARNED FOR MAJOR SPOILERS. There is a warning and the description and in the notes for every chapter, so don't roast me for 'spoiling'. You have been warned.
Aside from the certain parts of the movie which I plan to do my take on in the form of flashbacks, this is set AFTER the events of the movie, and there will be some parts where I will do my take on the precious off-screen moments and time-skips we all love to fantasize about. Hopefully it will mend all our broken hearts if little.
Lastly, I do not own the gift of Heaven that is Marvel, or any of its blessed babies in their beautiful universe. It all belongs to the heroes behind it all. All that is mine is this story which I hope you all enjoy.
He didn't need to do the entire equation to confirm their current situation. Ever since that damnable spear run itself through his body, there was little to no need at all to depend on his advanced calculations.
Once she had jumped off the window-leaving him only a smile of assurance for his weakened protests-to join the carnage in the field, he knew they'd past the point of no return. The Witch was just as much of a trump card in their deck as much as he was. And even that hadn't been enough.
Vision knew they had lost.
Shuri had done all she could. It was admireable of her to have nearly given her life for the sake of parting him from the stone. But time was lost, and by then the enemy had reached them as well. With what little strength he had left, he took on the largest of them to assure the Wakandan princess her safety.
As a result he ended up alone in a small part of the jungle. For many reasons, he was grateful for this. If he were to fall in the hands of the enemy, he'd rather have it in such a way where his comrades didn't have to see it. Shame and pride weren't usually weighed hand in hand (especially for a still-young synthezoid who'd just begun realizing such human concepts), but it was easy to accept both, knowing he could die with at least some semblance to honor and dignity.
And that she-Wanda, would be spared from the sight which she fears. Which they both fear.
Of course, she still found her way back to him. Appearing before him from the red mist of her powers, saving him yet again.
She's been saving him a lot as of late. In the deeper parts of his mind, places he'd yet allow her to wander in, he'd felt quite embarrassed to have her best his opponents before he could've even had the chance to fight back.
Now, as she stands there, shielding him from the sight of the Mad Titan that had finally arrived to finish his work, he now corrects that feeling to 'guilt'.
More of their comrades had arrived to fight the all-powerful entity, hold him back, perhaps give the android a chance to escape.
But they were weary, weak from battle. Otherwordly creatures continued to amass around them, and their deck was just about empty.
There was only one card left to draw.
On his knees, he reaches out to the woman who helped usher him to this world. The broken child who thought she lost everything, and whom he'd saved from falling with her homeland. The Witch who had become his very own Avenger in every possible way. The lover whom he was given the greatest honor to have, and probably never will have again.
With just one glance, he knows that she reads him. There's not even a need for his mind for that. It was written in his eyes. She won't have it, and tries to focus on the battle at hand. But he forces her to look at him, and with her eyes locked onto his there is no more turning away.
He pleads with her, showing her what his mind feared as he rested her hand on his cheek. Her hand, so warm. So fast to soften from batte to the feel of him. So ready to slap him even, if just to convice him to wait a little longer.
We are...out of time.
And she knows that. Her lip trembles to both his words and the thoughts they share with it. If only they were granted just a moment longer, he'd capture her lips once more and erase all sorrow.
But even as he wishes to forestall the inevitable, it is also him that encourages it further.
It should never be you, but it is... And I wouldn't have it any other way.
His words is accompanied with the innate fear of perishing under the hands of another. Mainly the Titan, himself. And although it was a ridiculous way of convincing her to go ahead with it, there would be no shred of lie behind it.
It had to be her.
When her first tear comes, he cannot help but kiss the inside of her palm. Another tear falls.
It's all right.
Regretfully, he retracts her hand from his cheek, and relocates it to hover above his forehead. Just within an inch from the Mind Stone.
You could never hurt me, Wanda.
God knows this to be true, even if he has yet to master the entire concept of religion and acknowledge it in the same way the others do. He knows either Steve and Tony would use the phrase all the same anyway.
She's sobbing now, face torn in her (and his) anguish. And even so, he could feel her mind steeling itself. Shutting out everything and just be done with it. He lets her know just how much it humbles his proverbial heart.
All I feel is you.
And he'll take that with him as oblivion dawns ever so slowly.
With a breath,she finally summons her magic and begins the process. It was rushed and violent. Her scarlet streaks coursed through his entire body, all of it accumulating in his gem. There's no immediate effect, and so she summons her other hand, doubling the fatality of her power.
The point of excruciation kept circling between his body then to the gem and back. Had he not been made of vibranium, it would've been difficult to set aside the pain.
Though, it is her tears that truly pain him anyway.
He sees in her eyes, reflections of all the people she'd lost. Her parents. Her brother. Her people, her home. The thought of him begging for his destruction from her in order to spare the universe was truly a cruel one. And the fact that it meant she'd lose another once again (to save a world where she'd be without him), was even more haunting.
He comforts her anyway. Whispers assurance instead of exclaiming in pain. He calms her with memories. Memories before the bombing incident, before HYDRA. Memories of her family, and happiness among her people. And mostly, memories of him. Because he knows, she'll want that.
A crack starts in the center of the gem, and he feels a portion of his systems crashing. In just a few more seconds, the rest would begin to malfunction as well.
Then, he feels it. A stream from his eye that mirrors the millions she'd cried herself. He' never criee before, and had never thought he would be capable of such an act. If this were any other situation, it would've been a sight that Wanda would've relished on. For it would've been a new mark of his humanity.
How regretful that it was now, on the brink of his death.
She clouds herself with her red mist as much as she can, feeling the impending doom of her beloved so close. The cracks of his life source sound much like her heart breaking. A sound, that was no stranger to her.
Just before the gem completelt breaks, and her powers overcome him, Vision whispers the final thing she needed to hear. It would mean goodbye, as it would be his last. But it didn't mean that the depth of feeling he always brought with it would lessen any. Not even in death.
I love you.
And although it was too late for him to hear her say it back, it was easy to embrace the dark that greeted him once her light destroyed him completely.
Because loving him was all her soul screamed.
Air is thick and heavy. There is no smell and sound which is a cause for worry. There was never usually a place where neither were present. A place with no sound exists, sure. Churches, underwater and space would be perfect examples of that. And even then, there would be at least a hint of a smell coming from anything.
The scent of wax, incense and flowers. Salt, powder and the sour stench of an astronaut's own skin.
But both do not exist here. And when he opens his eyes, it doesn't surprise him much that there is nothing the eye can see either.
The vast darkness feels almost welcoming. Familiar, even.
Though, the memories of dark he recalls felt more confined and shrouded with insidious purpose. Here-wherever here is-had no limit at all. No limit and no purpose.
Having observed this, his body grows cold. He hadn't imagined what oblivion looks like, but he supposes that what is displayed before him looks about right. And like the poetic verses a comrade said to him once, 'we will leave this world, exactly how we came in it.'
How true his words were. He was a creature born of darkness, so it was only natural that he passes in the same way.
He muses however, that at the time of his birth, there had been the presemce of a red light. Warm and innocent. Gentle and unknowing. It had unconsciously greeted him as his existence started, and from then on it was a light he had imprinted on. Just as that light had imprinted on his.
As he is suspended in the void, he wonders if such a light would come greet him again.
But it was a wishful thought far too foolish to hope for.
She'd done what he asked her. It was all over now.
And while it was over for 'them' as well, he found comfort knowing that she was safe. No matter how far away she was now.
His sight blurs, the dark becomes more dim.
Really, was death something one must get used to as well? Would he have to contemplate death here as he'd contemplated life on the other side? The idea was preposterous, but at least there was something to hold onto that wouldn't sadden him so much.
Gravity calls and it's confusing.
Vision only manages to hum in reply.
No regrets! No regrets at all! So much motivation for me that I'm gonna follow up with the next chapter right away.
To the followers of The World to Start Again, worry not. I will continue that along with this. A fan's gotta stay in touch with her loves after all.
Really hope I didn't drag that scene out too much. It was just so heart-wrenching! And you gotta admit there's so much you could write about in there, y'know?!
Once again, thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed it. I'll see ya'll in the next chapter.