AN: Enjoy!

Vision stayed with Wanda for as long as he possibly could. He held her, and cried softly, as Natasha fussed around her with bandages, medicine, an IV to administer rehydration and pain relief.

He cried, and he apologised, not just to Wanda, but to Clint and Sam and Scott.. none of them deserved The Raft. He lingered, holding Wanda's hand, but he knew he had to go soon. He, Natasha, and Steve had agreed.. As much as they had fought, they all still cared about Tony. Someone had to be there for him, and keep an eye on how things were going at home. Seeing as Vision was the only one not currently not on the run from the law, he was really the only option. Nat had promised that as soon as it was safe, they would find a way for him to see Wanda. It would be cruel to keep soulmates apart.

Even having secured this promise, when it came time for him to depart the jet, Vision found it very difficult to leave. He felt Wanda's soul, the other half of his own, crying out for him, and forced himself to fly faster, because if he turned back now, there was a rather large chance that he would never be able to leave her again.

Soon, he told himself. He would see her again soon.

It wasn't long before Wanda discovered that Vision hadn't been a dream.

She'd woken in a Hospital in Wakanda with Natasha at her bedside. The Black Widow tried to explain everything that had happened, but most of it went over her head, except for the parts about Vision. He had really been there, saved her, held her in his arms. She could still feel the ghost of his tears on her face.

Wanda's emotions were a jumble. She was happy that Vision had come for her. Sad that she hadn't been able to speak to him. A part of her was even angry, that he had taken such a risk.

Ross, she was sure, would not see Vision as human, and with his connection to Ultron, would only be too willing to have him taken apart for any perceived mistake. Then Wanda would have lost another piece of her soul.

On the other hand, Wanda couldn't say that she would not have made the same choice, if their roles had been reversed. The Soulmate bond was a powerful thing. She felt it pulling her back towards Vision, every second of every day.

So, when Natasha told her that Vision wanted to see her, and that Nat had promised to make it happen, of course Wanda agreed.

He made her feel as close to whole as she was ever going to be.

Wanda recognised him immediately, even with his disguise. Could feel his nervous energy reflecting her own as he stepped off a train, blue eyes darting around the platform until they locked onto her green ones. Each could feel the other trying not to break into a run as they made their way towards each other, not wanting to draw much attention to themselves. However, Wanda was unable to resist the urge to run the last few steps, flinging herself into his arms. She made Vision drop both his suitcase and his train schedule, but he didn't care at all.

"Wanda.."

"Vision.."

They clung to each other, whole once more, a massive weight lifting from their shoulders, feeling their soulmarks grow warm at their reunion.

"I'm sorry.." Vision murmured, holding her close. "I'm so sorry, for everything.."

"I'm sorry too" Wanda looked up at him, frowning slightly. "I've been worried about you. Nat and Steve say they couldn't have got us out without your help, and don't get me wrong, I'm glad you did, but.. That could have gone really badly for you, if anyone found out you were involved."

"I know" Vision sighed, idly running his fingers through her hair, as Wanda instinctively leaned into his touch. "I know.. But I felt it all, Wanda.. Every shock, every time they hurt you. I couldn't let it go on, I love you far too much to.." He froze.

"What did you just say?"

"Um.. well.. I said.. what I meant was.." Vision blushed so brightly that his disguise was rendered almost pointless.

Wanda chuckled, a soft smile slowly spreading over her face.

"Say it again."

"I.. I love you, Wanda."

"I love you too."

"You do?" Vision's eyes lit up.

"I do" Wanda's smile widened, and she reached up to gently cup his cheek. "I'm going to kiss you now, if that's okay."

"Y-Yes" He nodded. "That's okay.."

Wanda leaned up to kiss him, and he leaned down just enough to meet her, gently brushing his lips against hers.

That kiss was everything. Gentle and sweet, but deep, stoking the flames of a newly lit passion. It felt like forever, yet no time at all. It was apologies, promises, but most of all love.

Wanda and Vision couldn't be together all the time, but they lived for the days when they were.

Special days full of precious, stolen moments. A walk through Paris, a Gondola ride in Venice.

Sweet kisses and soft touches in hotel rooms, countless I love yous, whispered between pleasured cries of the other's name.

It was harder to be apart, of course, once they had made love for the first time, their soulbond fully forged. But both Wanda and Vision clung to hope that one day, things would be better. That they could have more than stolen moments.

They almost believed it was possible, before Vision started experiencing strange headaches, and Wanda felt his pain, no matter where else in the world she was. When they were next together, on a trip to Edinburgh, Wanda had done all she could to try and soothe his pain. It worked, for a while.

They really should have stayed in bed.

The day Thanos came to Earth was the worst of Wanda's life. Worse than the loss of her parents, worse even than the death of Pietro, because this time, the loss of her soulmate came at her own hand.

"It's alright.." Vision had whispered, "You could never hurt me.."

But Wanda had hurt Vision, she had killed him, and as she watched him crumble, felt the other half of her soul being torn away, she knew nothing would ever be alright again. Worse still, their sacrifice had all been for nothing when Thanos rewound time, and Wanda was forced to watch Vision die a second time, to feel the pain of his loss all over again when Thanos ripped the Mind Stone from his head.

And as she knelt beside his broken body, Wanda was almost grateful when her own end came, and she felt herself float away as dust on the wind. What was left for her, anyway? Thanos really had taken everything.

Or so she thought. Wanda never had the time to notice that her soulmark hadn't faded, that Vision's words on her stomach had still been vibrant gold.

Because even if you took away the Stone, there was still a lot of Vision left..