AN: Enjoy!

Wanda and Pietro carefully followed Tony through Stark Tower's living area, heading toward his workshop. Pietro stopped a few times as they went to ensure their wheelbarrow wasn't dirtying the floor too much. While Pietro was sometimes a little disdainful of Tony, he was rather fond, and respectful, of Tony's Wife, Pepper Potts. Apparently, she reminded him of their Mother.

Tony's workshop was a wonderland of mechanical marvels, some of which had been salvaged from Genosha, most his own creations, and some, a blending of the two. Projects in various stages of completion were scattered about. Tony cleared off one of his work tables, and he and Pietro began laying the poor dismembered synthezoid's parts out on the table.

"Whoa" Tony smirked, "Big boy, isn't he?"

"Yes" Pietro cheekily commented. "My sister is very pleased."

Wanda opened her mouth to snap at him again, but paused. Still cradled in her arms, the Synthezoid's head suddenly grew warm, and when she looked down at it, she could have sworn that his skin had darkened, almost as though he was blushing. So, rather than just her stupid twin brother, Wanda's ire shifted to both him and equally stupid Tony Stark.

"Stop it, both of you, have some respect! If you were him, you wouldn't want strangers standing around making jokes about your private parts, would you?"

"Aww, it's just a bit of fun, Wanda.." Pietro complained, but Tony, surprisingly, was chastened.

"Nah, kid, your sister's right" Tony covered the synthezoid's nether-regions with a sheet. "He's definitely a synthezoid, which means he'll be sentient, if we can wake him.. I'll need his head to to work out whether or not I can help him."

"Oh.. right" Gently, and a little reluctantly, Wanda laid the synthezoid's head on the table. She felt a spike of fear that wasn't her own. "It's okay. You're safe here, I promise.

Pietro rolled his eyes, and Wanda glared at him.

Tony began looking over the parts, examining them thoroughly.

"Definitely Genoshan.."

"Can you fix him, Stark?" Wanda asked, remaining close to the table, and the Synthezoid.

"And if you can't, can we sell him to.." Pietro began, but Wanda slapped him in the back of the head before he could finish the sentence. "Ow!"

"Hmm.." Tony looked at the severed connections between all the parts. "Yeah, if we can link all this back together and hook him up to power, we should be able to wake him up.. but I'll need a little help. I'll have to go get Banner.." Tony removed his goggles.

"The hermit?" Pietro frowned.

"Pietro, don't be rude!" Wanda scolded him.

"But he is a hermit!" cried Pietro. "Nobody ever sees him!" `

Wanda opened her mouth to argue, only to sadly realise that this time, Pietro did in fact have a point. Dr. Bruce Banner was something of an enigma, for a number of reasons. The biggest being he was the only person in Sokovia who had ever gone to Genosha and actually returned. No-one was sure whether he had left voluntarily or been kicked out, and no-one had been able to ask, because he lived alone, a little outside of Sokovia, had supplies delivered to him, and only came into the city when Tony occasionally fetched him for help on a project.

"Banner has his reasons for staying away.." said Tony. "I'll go fetch him now, so our poor new friend isn't lying here in pieces any longer than he has to. But, this will take a lot of really intricate work.. There's not much more you two can do right now, you should probably just come back tomorrow."

"Okay then!" Pietro happily turned to leave without a second thought, and Tony was already halfway out of the workshop himself.

Wanda hesitated for a moment, and when she finally turned to leave, felt another spike of fear, and again, the voice in her head.

"Please don't go.."

Her heart broke. Wanda turned back to the table.

"It's alright. Stark is a good man, most of the time. I will be back tomorrow." Then, with Pietro out of sight, she couldn't help leaning down and kissing the synthezoid's forehead.

"I Promise."

"Wanda, hurry up!" Pietro called impatiently.

Wanda hurried after her brother.

Nobody was around to see the corners of the synthezoid's lips quirk upwards in the tiniest of smiles.

So, Wanda and Pietro returned to their very humble abode. The twins lived in a single, sparsely furnished room in a rather crowded building a few streets away from Stark Tower. It wasn't much, but it was a roof over their heads, and that was more than many in Sokovia could claim to have.

That night, as Pietro slept like a log, snoring softly, Wanda struggled to get to sleep herself. She couldn't stop thinking of the Synthezoid, all alone in Stark's workshop, hoping that he was alright, wondering how he had ended up in the scrap yard in the first place, and why.

When Wanda did eventually, finally fall asleep, she dreamed she was running, down a cold metal corridor, only she wasn't actually herself, she was him, the synthezoid, and he was so scared, something, someone was chasing him, and it felt like he was running through walls, until suddenly he was cornered, by what she couldn't see, and a cold voice, so cold, laughed darkly, and the last thing he remembered was pain, so much pain..

"You have made a mistake, My Vision.."

Wanda sat bolt upright in a cold sweat, her heart racing.

"Vision.."

"Wha..?" Somewhere beside her, Pietro stirred, though was still clearly half-asleep. "Wadizzit? You have a nightmare?"

"Yes.. well.. No" Wanda frowned. "I don't think it was mine.. it was his. Vision's.."

"Who?"

"The Synthezoid. His name is Vision."

"You're still thinking about that damn robot?" Pietro groaned. "Shut up and go back to sleep.."

Wanda laid down, but it was a while before she actually closed her eyes.

When she did, she dreamed of Vision.