A/N: Sorry it's been so long! I found it so hard to find motivation to write during summer, but now that school's starting back up, I should be updating more often (weird, right? usually it's the other way around.) Anyway, if you haven't seen the CW blooper reel, go see it. RIGHT NOW. SCARLETVISION FEELS, DEAR LORD.


Wanda thought the pain of losing a loved one would become easier to bear each time it occurred, but that was not the case. If anything, losing Vision was even harder because of all the previous losses. She felt life itself was targeting her, determined to make her life as hard as it could be.

She cried for days. Once she started, they wouldn't stop, an endless stream of tears. She shuddered on the bathroom floor, not wanting to leave it. She vomited every time she ate. The others tried to comfort her, but who could understand her pain? They all had scars, yes, but hers were different. They insisted that she eat, drink, get out of the bathroom. Day by day, her resolve strengthened slightly. Soon, she ventured into her room and crawled into her bed. Then, the common room. Eventually, she was sparring again. Steve knew she wasn't emotionally capable for missions yet, so she stayed put.

It wasn't as if she had forgotten Vision. She thought of him every day, just as she did her brother, father, and mother. But, the scar had healed. Vision would always be a part of her; yet she had moved on, in a sense.

At least, she thought she had moved on.

She was walking past Tony's lab one day when she saw him, a reflection of light in a chamber. At first, she thought her mind was tricking her, but as she did a double take she realized, No, that is Vision. She walked forward, examining the chamber. He was a gruesome sight; every limb was mangled and his torso was torn apart.

Immediately, she yelled, "Stark! Stark!" When Tony realized what Wanda had seen, he muttered a curse under his breath.

Wanda's hands were shaking as she asked, "Why do you have him?" Soon, the tears she had tried to banish returned.

"I've been working on...restoring him. Parts of his memory were still there, I thought I might try to fix him. Not much progress so far, but..." He paused. "I didn't want to give you false hope."

"How long were you planning on keeping this from me?" Wanda said. "I mourn him every day. If I had known there was a sliver of hope that he could be brought back, even if it were to be false, it would have made it much more...bearable."

"I was going to tell you when he was finished. I didn't want you to have to go through the mourning process again if it doesn't work."

"How much has been recovered?"

"Not much. Random memories and feelings, for the most part. A shot of sunrise, some battle footage. But most of them were memories of you, Wanda."

She blinked. "Me?"

He smiled kindly, unlike the arrogant grin Wanda was accustomed to. "Yeah. They were accompanied by a thought process I can only describe as love."

Wanda's cheeks filled with red. "Even though he's gone, he's still making me blush."

Tony laughed, and put his arms on her shoulders. "We're going to try our best to bring him back. Helen's helping out, too. I'll be sure to keep you updated." He paused. "Just don't get your hopes up too high, kid?"

"I won't." Even as she spoke the words, she knew they were a lie.


It had been 7 months.

At least once a day, she would check back. Ever time, her fingers grazed the chamber where he was kept, searching for signs of life. There was almost always progress; she supposed that happened when you had some of the greatest scientists in the world working on him. However, such progress was slow- maybe a few memories recovered, part of his torso reconstructed. It soon became clear, though, that the odds were more and more likely that Vision would be restored.

Finding a power source for him proved to be difficult, since the stone had been removed. Wanda offered her powers, but they refused. Eventually, they decided on an arc reactor, similar to Tony's.

It was a long process, even with all the progress. Each day, she would come back, eagerly hoping that he would be sitting there and would give her a smile, only for her stomach to plummet when he was still in the chamber. She had spent sleepless nights wondering about the proposal on the battlefield- namely, if she would still go through with it. Rationality told her that she only accepted because he was on his deathbed. If he were well, she would have declined. However, her emotions told her that she would have accepted. It was all so confusing- should she listen to her feelings or to logic? She tried to convince herself that it didn't matter anyway, that Vision wasn't coming back. She shouldn't be dwelling on what-ifs. She still found herself flipping through wedding catalogs, though.

She walked into the lab one day like she normally did- ready for disappointment. Instead of the usual mess of takeout boxes and scribbles on scratches of paper, she found the room clean of clutter. There were still a few tools laying around, but the area around the chamber was clear. Her heart began fluttering in her chest, hoping this meant what she thought it meant. Tony perked up from the side of the chamber.

"Hey," he greeted.

"Hi," Wanda replied. "Is this...is he...Vision..."

Tony grinned. "Yep, he's almost online. Not long now." Wanda felt her heart sink into her stomach from the excitement. To Tony's surprise, she started crying.

"Hey- wait -I thought you'd be happy!" He exclaimed. Wanda acted as if she hadn't heard him, continuing to sob. Unsure of what to do in the situation, he tentatively pulled her in for a hug.

"Sorry," he apologized. "Not really used to the whole comforting thing." Wanda sniffled, almost a laugh.

The chamber beeped. Tony removed himself, and examined the source of the sound. He sighed, but it wasn't out of discontent.

"Well, he's ready to be removed from stasis. I should give Helen and everyone else a buzz." He tapped a few buttons on his computer. Wanda found her hands shaking from nervousness. What if he's not like he was before? What if he doesn't remember me? What if he doesn't love me anymore? These thoughts plagued her. She let her fingers graze the glass of the chamber, and she was reassured that Vision was the same. She saw tranquility in his mind- calm oceans, flowing streams, and to her surprise, an image of her. She remembered the moment- they were working on a puzzle together, him standing up and her sitting down, and she was hunched over the pieces, tongue out. She found it endearing that he would remember such a moment now.

Soon, the remaining members of the Avengers (as well as Helen Cho) had made their way to the lab.

"I think it'd be best if you all, except for Wanda, Helen, and I, wait outside until we're sure he's stable," Tony said. They all agreed, and the doors shut.

"Are you ready?" Tony asked both women. They nodded, and he pressed a few buttons on the chamber. The sound of air and various gases decompressing filled the room. Vision's eyes opened slowly. He leaned out of his box and materialized his signature suit and cape.

"I-I am supposed to be dead," he said, totally shocked. It was the first time Wanda had seen him speechless. His eyes wandered to Wanda's and immediately brightened.

"Wanda," he breathed. Him saying her name felt refreshing and invigorating, not unlike the stream of water she saw in his mind a while ago.

"Vision," she replied back. Instinctively, she offered him her hand, and he stepped out of the chamber. Their eyes never parted from each other. She felt like speaking, but there was so much she wanted to say that she couldn't contain it in words.

"I missed you," was all she was able to stutter out. She could feel the pull of tears in her throat, but they never came.

Instead of speaking, Vision kissed her. It was long, sweet, and innocent, and put Wanda's illogical fear of him forgetting her to rest. When they parted, Tony whistled and Helen smiled. Wanda blushed, but kept her arms around Vision's neck.

"I missed you too," he replied as their foreheads touched.


On one lazy afternoon, Wanda was absently flipping through a magazine, Vision by her side.

"Wanda, are we still engaged?" The words came suddenly, and made her freeze. They had been carefully tip-toeing around the subject for weeks now, not wanting to offend the other. Her heart rate quickened.

"That depends," she replied. "How do you feel about it? Do you want to get married?" She tried to remain conversational about the subject, but she spoke too fast.

"Of course I want to." He took her hand. "I would marry you right now, if I could. But I understand if you're not ready. I just was wondering if you would ever be interested. I guess I want to know if you lied to me when..." He didn't have to elaborate. Wanda knew.

Wanda stared at their intertwined hands."Of course I didn't lie. I don't know, Vizh, it's complicated. It's not that I don't want to marry you, it's that...I thought you were going to die. I mean, you did. But I didn't say yes because I felt I had to." She took a breath and looked him in the eyes. "I said yes because I love you. I would say yes now."

Vision breathed. "Well, then, that leaves one question."

"What?"

He got down on one knee. "Ms. Maximoff, will you marry me?" He pulled out a ring- a simple gold band with a ruby in the middle.

Wanda laughed of joy. "Yes, of course!"

He slid the ring on her finger, then proceeded to bring her in for a kiss. Wanda breathed of satisfaction. For once, life was being kind to her.


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