AN: Yay chap 9 is here! I really enjoy describing Wanda's powers, its really fun. Anyway the FINAL chapter will be up soon and golly what a rollercoaster this has been for each character! This is truly an ANGST story, well in my opinion. Final chapter will be up soon! ~Moonmilk
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The funeral was beautiful. The Vison was pampered and dressed, just like a human would. Wanda wanted to plan the funeral, which resulted with the colors of red, black and white in the chapel.
Thousands of people attended, thanks to Stark. Wonderful dishes were prepared for the Avengers to eat, and only special guests could attend the lunch.
The casket was carried to the center of the chapel. Steve, Wanda, Sam, Rhodey and Pepper were seated on the left. While, Clint, Laura (while holding Pietro), their two kids, Thor, Banner, Parker, T'challa and Nat. Behind them were close friends, and relatives etc...
"And...now the speeches." The funeral host ushered Steve, Wanda, Sam and Clint to the mic.
Steve was up first, he looked incredibly handsome in his suit and his hair was combed back neatly. He sighed and opened a piece of paper, setting it on the stand.
"Ladies, gentlemen..." Rogers was silent for a moment, scanning the room. He started again. "Vision was a gift to the earth, a gift to...protect the earth." His lip trembled and he scanned the room again, he suddenly found Stark, standing behind the door arms crossed. "Vision always found good in people, his kind heart, and good manners..." He looked up and saw that Tony was away from the door, now sitting in the rear back. "His- his good manners always gave us a smile. I never liked being called Steven, but when Vision gave me a compliment, or an apology, the way he mouthed it gave me a warm feeling. Along with Miss Maximoff," he smiled at Wanda. "or Mr Wilson."
Steve went on, his speech wasn't so long and overwritten, just the right amount of time. Sam was next, he mostly rehashed the moments of humor and amusment. Resulting with a few muffled laughs. Clint almost broke down with his speech, his wife confronted him and escorted him off. Then Wanda.
She promised herself she wont freak out, she wont scream or make a 'scarlet' catastrophe. She steadied the mic and sighed. "Vision...My, Vision..." Some aww's and sighs came back at her and she needed a moment to recover. She took a deep breath and continued. "Some say Vision was a machine, yes that's true, some say he could hardly regester human feelings, that too, is true. But with the diagnosis, he started to feel, he could finally put a finger on what he was feeling when the human emotions entered his mind. He loved me. He loved Steve, Rhodey, Sam, The Hawk..." She smiled at Clint who gave her a thumbs up. "And...Stark." Once the 'k' sound left her mouth, Tony lifted his head, and removed his yellow sunglasses. "Vision loved all of us, his thoughts were peaceful and his world always remained peaceful, even in attacks against us." Wanda couldn't finish, she stepped off and Steve brought her to her seat.
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The lunch commenced. Rumors circled around the room, stating that Stark could be convicted for murder, yet some say the charges dropped. Wanda didn't care. She sat next to Clint, Laura and Steve while they ate. Several Avengers including, Thor, Banner and Rhodey stopped by to make sure the witch was ok.
Hardly anyone talked with Tony, or gave him a peace of their mind. Sure Rhodey and Pepper shared a few words with him, but maybe one or two more people talked with him after.
"Excuse me." Wanda put a hand on Laura's shoulder. "I'm sorry, excuse me..." Her voice became hushed as she passed Steve then she walked into the halls.
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Tony's head bobbed and his hands trembled as he walked. He then rubbed them together out of anxiety. Stark then passed a janitor's closet and then the mens room. Perfect.
He was about to open the door when he noticed a figure walking torwards him. He lifted his head higher when he noticed the person was the Scarlet witch.
"Oh shi-." He gasped as Wanda shot her magic at him. She commanded the janitor's closet to open and Stark fell right in. The door shut once Wanda walked in. She pressed Stark against the wall, her fingers were flexing and floating above his chest.
Crimson energy floated around Tony's heart. He took a sharp breath and was about to speak, but Wanda interrupted him, still controling her magic across his chest.
"I knew you'd exit before anyone else."
"Nice to see you too." Tony gasped, and managed to smile. Wanda's hands began toresemble a pulling motion. Stark was silent for a moment and Wanda's hands hardly moved an inch after that. She wouldn't pull his heart out, would she? "Vision..." He croaked. "Viz, he wouldn't want this."
Wanda's nostrils flared and she pressed on his chest a tad harder. "Vision had every right to want this."
Tony's brow arched. "If an evil virus entered him in a matter of days he'd want this done to you too."
Tears started to form in Wanda's eyes. She whimpered as she let her magic leave Stark's body, causing him to fall right infront of her, gasping for air. "I-." She started.
The door swung open. Wanda saw a curious Natasha, crossing her arms. "Tony." She growled.
"I was just leaving." Stark stood up and brushed dirt off his suit. Natasha glared at the Ironman, she knew Wanda snapped and tried to kill him, but she knows that she still cares for Stark, she just wanted to scare him. "I am...leaving." He repeated, and then made his way down the hallway.
Nat put her hand on Wanda's shoulder. "I know...I know you're still frustrated."
"No." Wanda snapped. She cleared her throat and sighed. "No I am ok."
"Oh yes." Nat chucked. "I am 'kill Tony Stark' A O.K!" Wanda's eyes grew large when she laughed at her own statement.
"I was not-." She stopped herself and shook her head. "Forget it. He's gone." Natasha nodded and looked to the left. She crossed her arms and bit her lip.
"Yep."
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The beautiful casket was now being carried out by Steve, Clint, Sam, and T'challa. They made their way to the cemetery, Wanda followed close behind, with Nat beside her. Then Laura, Rhodey and Pepper.
Wanda wondered why they played that once bagpipe song they use for fallen U.S warriors, but Vision was a warrior after all, though not of the U.S, but of the universe, and Wanda's universe. Vision could tackle any problem and help Wanda with any issue in her life.
The bagpipe song ended and the Avengers layed the casket in the ground. A news team followed Wanda, Natasha and the others to where they would pay their respects. Steve layed a perfect rose on top, then came Natasha and Bruce, who picked out a bouquet of yellow and white tulips. Thor layed down an asgardian ring with a bright yellow jewel carved inside, similar to Vision's mind gem. Pepper and Rhodey chose to put in rose petals, Clint, an arrow used in the battle of Ultron, and Laura put in a small bouquet of daises the Barton kids chose to plant in their backyard. T'challa set down a necklace of vibranium. Parker did not show up at the burial for...reasons?
Wanda was last. She took a deep breath and began to lift her hand upward. Gravel rose and floated above her palm with tiny wisps of red. The gravel fell onto the casket and she fell to her knees infront of it. Several gasps and whispers filled the crowd, and the news reporters turned to their cameramen.
Clint walked up to the broken girl and bent down next to her. Putting an arm on her shoulder. Wanda leaned in and the hawk hugged her tight. Soon Steve joined in, then Nat, and Bruce, Thor, Rhodey, Pepper, T'challa, Laura and Sam.
Flashes of cameras surrounded the group of heroes mourning their teammate.
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Tony got into his suit and began shooting at the wall again. He stopped and yelled at F.R.I.D.A.Y, telling her to rewind the clip again.
The sad bagpipe song echoed in Stark mansion alone. Besides the loud blasting noises from Stark's suit. Tony watched the Avengers huddling together like a bunch of penguins.
He began to shoot again at the wall, screaming and almost crying. F.R.I.D.A.Y didn't dare say a word to her master. He exited the suit and walked to his desk.
He pressed a bruised hand on the glass desk and sighed. Stark looked back at the TV screen, rewound it again and watched the men carry the casket to the cemetery. He looked at his desk and noticed a gun.
Within a second, Stark grabbed the gun and cocked it.
