The following morning Tony sat alone. The Iron man had been working tirelessly to repair a repulsor gauntlet but he wasn't having much success. Even though he had just gotten back into the business. As the designer of the technology he was the best person to get it working again.

Occasionally the gauntlet would spark. In the corner of the Tech lab hung a suit of armour, or what was left of it. It internal circuitry had been damaged, Tony began tapping something into his laptop to activate the gauntlet. For a few seconds everything looked hopeful until the gauntlet emitted a massive bang. Smoke poured from the device along with a large quantity of sparks. Tony quickly shut down the gauntlet to prevent further damage.

Tony pulled off his safety goggles and tossed them onto the workbench, "Until I get the auxiliary primers and primary stabilisers online then it probably won't work at all".

The sky switched from the pale golds and grays of sunrise to the dark blue of a rainy evening the moment Vision flew through the energy barrier separating the outside world from Westview.

It had taken him a while to come to terms with the things Bruce and Agnes told him, and then he'd gone with Bruce to talk to. He had learned to his shock that Wanda had been nonexistent for five years during what they referred to as A-day, a fact that had caused Vision to experience more anger toward A.I.M. than his own death. They had answered all his questions about what he'd missed. They told him about Monica Rambeau, whose mysterious disappearance from Westview a few years ago had been a persistent source of speculation. They answered all his questions about the anesthetic they'd been developing. The plan had been for the Avengers to enter Westview, but they had not yet figured out a way for her to get close enough to Wanda to administer the anesthetic without Wanda recognizing her.

Bruce had given him a syringe of the anesthetic, but told him it was his choice whether to use it. If he had any other ideas, they were open to them.

There was a light on at their home. Vision phased through the roof. The house was quiet, but he soon found Wanda asleep on the couch, her hair drenched with rain, still wearing her jacket and shoes.

He knelt next to her, his eyes fixed on her face. She looked exhausted, with dark rings under her eyes. Was this the first sleep she'd gotten since he disappeared?

"Wanda..." He gently caressed her cheek.

Her eyes blinked open, then flew wide. "Vision?" She stood up and threw her arms around him. "You're alright! I've been so worried about you. Where have you been?"

He held her close, rubbing her back comfortingly, reveling in the feeling of her filling his arms and his heart. "It is a long story."

"I'm sorry I've caused so much trouble."

"I'm so happy you're back."

He drew out of their embrace just enough to kiss her. He kissed her for a long time, conscious that it might be for the last time.

He knew her well enough to know she would never willingly relinquish her control if she knew there was even the slightest risk it might destroy him.

And he knew himself well enough to know if he didn't go through with it now, he would never be able to bring himself to stop her.

He broke the kiss to hold her close again. She nuzzled the crook of his neck, and with one hand he stroked the back of her head.

With his other hand, he plunged the syringe of anesthetic into the back of her shoulder.

"Ow!"

"Forgive me," he begged, not letting go of her.

"Vizh?"

He felt her begin to go limp. He lowered her to the couch. If he ceased to exist when she lost consciousness, he didn't want her to fall to the floor and get hurt.

Her eyes locked on him. There was no anger or reproach in them, just fear, and maybe a hint of sadness.

"Forgive me, Wanda," he repeated, choking on his words. "Never doubt how much I love you."

Her eyes—the sorrow and fear in her eyes were for him. She knew.

And then her eyes fell closed.

Vision didn't take his eyes off her face. If he was about to disappear, he wanted her to be the last thing he would ever see.

But when the room suddenly brightened, he glanced up at the window.

The rainy evening had suddenly transformed into a slightly overcast morning.