"We have to get the boys back—we have-" Wanda stammers her hands fisting into the downy soft wool of Vision's sweater as his arms encircle her waist holding her up. She can still feel a bit of Cataract's programming ticking away under the newly returned layers of Vision's pulsing energy the longer she relearns the body she was able to hold once more, but she pushes it away for now clinging onto her newly re-returned love of her life for what felt like the hundredth time.

"We will my love. We will." The synthazoid promises pressing his lips against the crown of her head. "But right now, how about we just enjoy our hello?" he suggests skimming his fingertips up her back whilst Wanda pulls back to meet his hooded gaze.

"Billy and Tommy need us to be our best and to do that we both need to rest and recharge from this latest little adventure before we get to the main event of bringing them back to us." Vision reasons his hand's carding thought the tangled mess that had become Wanda's hair.

"Just promise not to drop me on the doorstep this time, alright Viz?" Wanda teases winding her arms around his neck as his hands slide under the back of her knees as he sweeps her up into a more bridle-style carrying hold.

"Never again." Vision promises hovering over the ground already implementing a low flight course pattern back toward the cottage Wanda now called home. Besides, it wasn't as if he really needed to see to know where he was going now, he had Wanda back in his arms.

"Hello, Vision." Wanda purred in delight.

"Hello, Wanda, darling." The returned synthesis answers dipping his head to meet her searching lips.

Meanwhile at a house to the right in Westview

Aggie hummed under her breath a funny little melody that had been stuck in her head ever since Wanda had thought to up and leave town.

"it's been Agatha all along." She sang to herself watering another of the potted plants littering her front room.

A knock at the door stalls her on the way to give Mr. Scratchy his lunch.

"Well, hi, yeah." The dark-haired neighborly woman greets finding a new face standing on her doorstep when she opens the door. Dark skin and even darker coca colored hair he keeps short under his hood he still refused to lower despite not having a lick of rain all day.

"Hello, Miss Harkness." The newcomer greets inclining his head in greeting to Aggie's wide toothy grin.

"Guess you're the one gonna be moving into Wanda's old digs huh?" she probes leaving the door open as she back up into the house once more.

"You could say that yes." Baron agrees closing the door with a simple wave of his hand that Aggie hadn't caught as she headed into the kitchen for some drinks.

"Are you here to see Ralph? I'm afraid he's out at the moment." The nosy neighbor questions returning to the living room with a tray of two glasses of lemonade and a small tray of store-bought cookies she was attempting to pass as scratch-made.

"Actually, I'm here for you." Baron Mordo says after taking a refreshing sip of his offered drink. Much to bitter for his liking but he doesn't comment too much on that as he shifts forward in his chair getting down to the real reason he'd come to this sickeningly quaint town. "See the Scarlet Witch may have stollen your memories with her spell but lucky for you and for us I can unlock the memory of those memories for you. I can give you a glimpse of who you truly are." He explains magic already glowing dark blue from his fingertips as he touches his hand against the other woman's temple.

Aggie gives the man a glazed dopy giggle of a smile when her guest sits back in his chair after only a brief graze of his fingers against her temple. "What the heck are you talk-" she starts to ask the same time flashes of memories slam into her playing out in rapid succession behind her now tightly closed eyes.

"Now- let's talk about Wanda." Baron suggests picking up his glass once more for another hydrating sip.

"That Scarlet little Witch." Agatha growled between clenched teeth whilst Sinor Scratch's eyes glow that telltale shade of dark purplish-black from the safety of his cage.