I'm back! This time with a Wanda/Vision post Civil War drabble because my friend was having some serious ScarletVision feels after the movie. So, minor spoilers for Civil War. Nothing too major, but keep in mind that it's probably better to have seen the movie. Haven't really written for either Wanda or Vision before but I think it went ok? I don't know, but let me know if you guys want more drabbles with these two, or really any pairing/character in future chapters!

Enjoy!

(Also, I kinda assumed Vision couldn't cry? If I am wrong and you're a little more well-versed in the comics, let me know and I would be happy to change that!)

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"How are you doing?" Steve asked her as he removed that god-awful straight jacket Ross had ordered her to be put in.

Wanda shook her arms out, glad for them to be free again. "I'm okay."

Steve smiled at her comfortingly, giving her arm a quick squeeze. "We better get out of here," he said, loud enough for the others to hear.

Wanda nodded, falling back to Clint's side as she followed Steve, Sam, and Scott out. Steve's extraction plan worked without a hitch, and soon enough they were on a quinjet out of that terrible prison, the jet cloaked so they couldn't be tracked. Clint was flying, Scott up front with him chatting away. Steve was catching Sam up so Wanda buckled herself in the back, leaning her head back against the cool metal interior, closing her eyes. She tried not to dwell on Nigeria and the death of the Wakandans, tried not to think about the fight that had taken place between them and the other Avengers, and definitely tried not to think about Vision.

What do you want? Is what she'd asked him, back on base, not fully expecting the answer he'd given her. For people to see you. As I do.

Wanda flexed her fingers. In the last year since Steve and Nat had put the Avengers team together, Wanda had learned so much about her powers, learned to control them and master them. The power itself as well as the control she had over that power was exhilarating. It still scared her sometimes, though. Like in Nigeria. She hadn't meant to hurt those people…she'd never meant to hurt anyone. Her friends understood that, but Vision especially so. He always looked at her and saw her, not the power she wielded. Which is why she still carried his words with her, echoing in the back of her mind like the afterimages of one of her visions.

It had hurt when Vision had chosen Tony's side. It had hurt even more to have to use her power against him, but he'd given her no choice. Still, despite the small surge of pride she'd felt at being able to use her powers against someone as powerful as Vision, she'd hated using that power against him, hated hurting him, especially when he'd always been so kind to her, so accepting.

She wondered where he was now…what he was doing…he'd nearly given up everything for her. Rhodey got hurt because Vis had been distracted, unfocused, concerned, because of her. it was foolish of him, really, to have allowed himself to be so inattentive to all that was going on around them, so very human, to put a better word to it. She wanted to be angry at him for that, for endangering their friends, but a small part of her warmed at the thought of him caring so much about her.

Her eyes burned and she squeezed them tighter, clenching her hands into fists. So much had happened in the last few days, so much had gone wrong. She would give anything to have Pietro there with her, to hug her and guide her, give her the advice she so desperately needed to hear. To tell her what to do about Vision. The whole team had been so great to her since Sokovia, but especially Vision. And now they were all fugitives, on the run, and if she saw Vision he'd have to do the right thing and turn her in.

Which is why it was so surprising when, a few days later, he came to her. Steve and Sam had gone with T'Challa, presumably to somewhere in Wakanda but Steve hadn't given the rest of them a specific location because he'd wanted as few people to know as possible as to where they were taking Bucky. So Clint had taken them to one of his old safe-houses. Clint was currently in the bedroom, checking in with Steve for the night. Scott was passed out on the couch. And Wanda was on watch, seated on a chair by the door.

If she wasn't so used to his presence, the flicker in the corner of her eye as he passed through solid objects, she probably would've taken a lot longer to notice him. Still, she was surprised, at first just thinking it to be a figment of her imagination.

"Vis," she breathed as she stood, her shock nearly rendering her speechless. She glanced around, eyes darting to the door, wondering if he had brought back-up.

He raised his hands in surrender. "You have no need to worry, Wanda. I came here alone." He paused. "And of my own volition."

Wanda relaxed a little, but not completely, all her training from Steve, Natasha, and the others over the past year making her cautious. Still, she couldn't deny that she was incredibly happy to see him. She had to resist the urge to run into his arms.

"What are you doing here, Vis?" she asked quietly, hyper-aware of the fact that Scott was only twenty feet away and Clint was just in the other room.

"I came to see you." He spoke slowly, stepping forward—more like drifting, actually—in that silent way of his. His cape fluttered soundlessly behind him.

"Do the others know you're here? Are you going to tell Ross? Tony?"

"No, Wanda. I mean you no harm."

"And what about Steve, and the others?"

Vision shook his head. "I don't want to hurt any of you. I've…I've hurt enough people already."

Rhodey. He means Rhodey. Wanda's shoulders sagged. Of course he didn't want to hurt anyone else. They were all friends. Maybe not on the best of terms right now, but Wanda knew, somehow, that they would all make up. The Avengers would band together again. The world would need them again. It wouldn't be the same as before, but they weren't enemies, they didn't want to fight each other. Especially when there were so many other worse enemies out there.

Wanda exhaled slowly, gave a nod in understanding.

"I simply came to check on you," Vis said, looking sheepish, somehow. "I won't tell the others where you are, you have my word. I was…worried. I wanted to see you in person, to see how you're doing."

Wanda rubbed a hand up and down her arm, shuffling on her feet. "I'm all right," she said slowly. "How are you? The others?"

"They're fine. Recovering. As for myself, I am well. Though, I'm finding myself to be burdened with emotion. I believe humans call it guilt." There was the tiniest twitch of his lips and Wanda imagined he would cry if he could.

"Vis," Wanda said his name as she exhaled, instinctively stepping forward and wrapping her arms around him. His body was solid, familiar, a rock against her usual tide. Not completely human, nor completely robot. He was unique, something utterly original. He froze as she touched him, at first unsure what to do. Then, slowly, cautiously, he wrapped his wound his arms around her shorter frame as she buried her face in his chest. Being in his arms was the most natural thing in the world. Wanda only regretted that she would soon have to let go.

And she did. It was hard pulling back, but she stepped out of the circle of his arms, instantly missing the comfort. "You should go," she told him quietly, still aware that Clint or Scott could hear them. "I don't want you to get caught."

"Wanda, I—" he stopped himself from saying whatever it was he was going to say, and Wanda wasn't sure if she was disappointed or relieved. "You have my word that I will not give your location up to the others. And, not matter the current circumstances, if you need anything, anything at all, please don't hesitate to call. You are…a dear friend. Our differences of opinion should not change that."

Wanda found herself smiling. "I will keep that in mind."

Vision took a step back, his form already blurring just slightly around the edges. "Take care, Wanda."

"You too, Vis. And please, don't follow us. Not now. Not until things are better."

"Do you believe it will get better?"

"I have to."

Vision paused, considering. "In that case, I suppose I must have a little faith as well."

He gave her one last lingering look before stepping through the wall and disappearing. A few minutes passed and she reached out with her mind to see if he was truly gone, and felt no trace of his presence. Her heart dropped a little, but she knew it was for the best. Until the situation calmed, they were technically on opposite sides. And though it made her sad to think about ow long it might be until she saw him again, maybe it was for the best. Because whether or not she admitted it out loud, he distracted her too.