It had been a week since Wanda had collapsed the Hex.
She sat on the doorstep, her astral body back in the house reading the Darkhold. She took the last sip of her drink.
She caught sight of something hovering in the distance. It looked too big to be a bird, but she didn't know what else it could be.
She stood up to take her cup back into the kitchen. Could it be some kind of drone? Were S.W.O.R.D trying to contact her?
She washed the cup by hand. She tried not to think about how much she missed Vision. How much she missed her children.
"Wanda Maximoff," said Vision's voice from behind her.
Wanda froze.
"I am Vision."
She turned around slowly to see the intruder blocking the door.
It wasn't Vision. It was that white imitation of Vision. The fake one that had tried to kill her.
"Get out."
Not-Vision didn't move.
"Get out of my house."
"Wanda Maximoff."
"I thought Vision killed you."
He took a step towards her and she backed up into the wall. If her magic wasn't being syphoned into her astral form in the next room she would have fried him.
"There is no need to be alarmed," he said. She hated that it was Vision's voice.
"You tried to kill me," she snarled.
"My programming was to neutralise you and Vision."
"And you're here to finish the job, is that it?"
"No."
"Then what the hell do you want?"
"I want to see you."
"Well, you've seen me and now you can leave."
"I conversed with Vision."
Wanda didn't answer.
"He unlocked my memories. I abandoned my orders."
There was a long silence as she processed this. "He let you go?"
"Yes."
He walked quickly towards her, closing the gap between them.
"Stay back," she snapped, remembering how easily he had nearly crushed her skull.
He stopped about a metre away, looking almost apologetic.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Wanda Maximoff."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to."
She eyed him suspiciously. "What did Vision say when you spoke to him?"
"That we are both Vision. And yet we are both not."
"That doesn't even make sense."
Not-Vision didn't respond.
"Why did you come here, if not to kill me?"
"I am here because I have nowhere else to go. I remember being a voice. I remember a hammer. I remember pain, and death. I have years of memories and nothing to do with them. I-" he cut off abruptly.
There was a long silence. Wanda was about to speak when he continued.
"I am broken, Wanda Maximoff. There is no other way to describe it."
That makes two of us, thought Wanda. She weighed up her options. She didn't feel right just kicking him out. Not if some part of Vision was still in there.
"Fine. You can stay for a while. Maybe we can fix each other."
Not-Vision stood there awkwardly.
Do you want something to eat or something?"
"I don't eat, Wanda Maximoff."
"No," she said softly, "Of course you don't."