AN: Enjoy!

Wanda and Vision continued to take things slowly, letting their friendship grow before they thought too much about anything more. Of course, something more was always there, whether they thought about it or not. The soulbond that connected them, continued to draw them together. A bond that made them One.

They explored the bond a little more on occasions when they were alone in the compound. They would hold hands as they walked around the grounds. If the whether was warm, sometimes they would swim together, each one subtly admiring the way the other looked in a swimsuit. They would cuddle on the couch, Wanda's head resting on Vision's shoulder. Sometimes she would tell him all the things she wasn't comfortable discussing with their other teammates. He wouldn't cut her off, wouldn't try to offer advice, unless she asked. Vision simply listened, and for that, Wanda was grateful. She would kiss him on the cheek to thank him, and he would blush, a blush only Wanda could see.

Their soulmateship might have looked a little strange to an outside observer, but it worked for them.

Until the civil war.

Vision should have never kept her confined. He knew now how wrong he had been. Wished he had realised it sooner. Had he known what would happen, he never would have tried to stop her from escaping with Clint, would even have helped her.

But he had been afraid. Tony had warned him that Wanda could be taken away, never knowing just how terrifying a prospect that really was for him. Fear for her, never of her, never, had driven Vision's actions.

Yes, Wanda had hurt him when she escaped, but Vision was never upset with her. How could he be, when he felt, through their bond, how much it hurt her to do it?

They avoided each other, during the fight at the airport. Wanda didn't want to hurt Vision again, and Vision could never even dream of hurting her.

Then he had heard Wanda scream, and the sound tore at his heart. Vision flew to her side as soon as he was able.

"I'm sorry.."

"Me too.."

Vision had been so focused on making sure Wanda was alright that when Tony had ordered him to take out Sam's engine, his aim was off. He and Wanda had both been horrified when Rhodey fell. No-one was supposed to end up seriously hurt. How had things gone so very wrong?

"No.. I didn't mean.."

"Go check on him, Vizh.." Wanda sat up, gently pushing him away. Sirens whirred in the distance, growing closer. "I'm okay. Go.."

Reluctantly, he did so, landing a short distance away from where Tony was cradling the downed Rhodey.

Again, Vision thought, How had everything gone so wrong, so quickly?

Vision returned to The Avengers compound completely alone, and so very lost. They had taken Sam and Clint and Scott away, but worst of all, they had taken Wanda.

What Tony warned him of had come to pass, but rather than stopping it, it seemed like he may have helped to cause it.

Vision felt like half of him was missing, because it was. Wanda was a part of him, the other half of his soul. He had never known life with out her close by.

Her absence hurt like a knife through his synthetic heart, but worse than her absence was her suffering. He felt it all through their bond. Wanda's fear as she was bound, her discomfort as the slightly too tight collar was locked around her neck. He heard her scream at the pain of a shock, felt her pain himself.

Vision screamed with her, he screamed for her, screamed for everything that went wrong. For days on end Vision screamed with her, screamed until his synthetic throat was raw, but no-one heard him, so much else was going on that no-one was bothered with a lonely, heartbroken synthezoid. No-one understood what he had lost.

This couldn't go on. He had to get Wanda out of The Raft, he had to.. Vision, lost in his own head, was suddenly brought back to Earth by a hand on his shoulder. He was huddled in a corner of Wanda's bedroom. Natasha Romanoff was gazing down at him with a slightly gentler expression than he was used to seeing on her. Steve Rogers was there too, although he was hanging back, a little unsure.

"We're going to get her out, Vision" Natasha told him. "Do you think you can help us?"

"Yes" Vision jumped to his feet. "Anything I can do, I will."

"Natasha" Steve frowned, are you sure we can trust.."

"Wanda is my soulmate" Vision snapped, cutting off the very surprised Captain. "I understand that may be hard to believe, so if you need to see the mark.." He reached for his trousers.

"No, that won't be necessary.." Steve raised his hands. "Let's just get going.." He turned to leave, with Vision now close behind him.

Natasha chuckled, following them both.

"That was brilliant.."

Locked in her cell in the Raft, Wanda was completely out of it. Exhausted, confused, in pain. So when there was a commotion around her, when her collar was broken, and she was torn free of her restraints, she knew it couldn't be real. When a pair of wonderfully familiar arms scooped her up to carry her away from that terrible place, when warm tears that weren't her own splashed onto her face, a beloved voice whispering how sorry he was, she knew it had to be a dream.

Still, Wanda curled into Vision, clinging to the front of his suit for as long as her mind would let her keep him there.

With him, she was almost whole.. her soulmate was a wonderful dream.

"I've got you, Wanda. I've got you. No-one is going to hurt you anymore.."

Such a wonderful dream..

AN: So, this two parter will probably be four parts now. Oh well, must follow the muse..