"Right Here Waiting"
Chapter Three
By Darthelwig
*** I own nothing. I'm just having fun. ***
Wanda woke to a new world. She was weak, frustratingly so, but she was free and her team was there, with one very notable exception, and she breathed deeply of the air she'd despaired of ever experiencing again.
"You came for us," she said hoarsely. Steve smiled at her.
"Of course I did," he told her. "I'd never leave my team behind."
Tears welled up in her eyes, slid freely down her cheeks, and she buried her face in her hands as a sob tore through her. Steve put an arm around her shoulders and held her as she cried it out. He only left when Sam called him away, and Natasha took his place at her side, though she kept her hands to herself.
"You know," Nat said, "Vision helped us." Wanda's head shot up, and she found the other woman looking at her knowingly. "He sought Steve out, was very adamant about helping break you all out. I didn't know he cared about Sam so much."
Wanda's face went red, Natasha's obviously accurate reading of the situation too much for her frazzled nerves to take.
"I don't know what's going on between you two," Nat continued, "but I thought you'd want to know he didn't leave you there."
"Thank you," Wanda rasped.
"I'll keep my observations to myself," Nat told her. "It's nobody's business."
Wanda nodded, grateful for the support. Fresh tears slid down her cheeks as she thought about Vision, missing him fiercely. One hand pressed over her aching heart, she leaned forward and simply tried to breathe. She jumped when Nat placed something in her free hand, and saw it was a phone. She looked up at Nat questioningly.
"His number is programmed in. Don't tell Steve I gave that to you." Natasha winked at her and stood up to leave.
"Thank you," Wanda told her. It didn't seem like enough, but it was all she had. Nat gave her a genuine smile in return before walking away to join Steve and Sam. Wanda looked down at the phone, her lifeline to Vision, and felt hope blossom.
It took forever for her to find sufficient privacy to use her gift from Natasha, and she pressed the button to call him with shaky hands. It rang once, twice, and then his voice was in her ear, and she found herself crying yet again.
"Vis?" she barely managed to say around the lump in her throat. Someone else might not have heard her, but he did.
"Wanda," he said, relief coloring his voice.
"It-it's me," she said uselessly.
"Are you alright? Are you safe?" he asked. She heard the real question in his voice. Do you need me?
"Yes," she said, answering both the spoken and unspoken.
"I'll come to you," he told her.
"Not yet," she said. "I'll call you when it's time." He was silent for a while.
"I miss you," he said finally, and she smiled even as tears continued to fall.
"I miss you too."
They didn't stay on the phone after that, but the promise of seeing him again lightened the pain in her heart.
She couldn't stand still as she waited for Vision to arrive. He'd told her to wait for him at the train station, so here she was, but she had no idea how he was going to meet her here, surrounded by people. He'd stick out like a sore thumb, and she definitely couldn't afford that kind of attention, but she trusted him and she would take this chance, even as her skin crawled with unease.
She pressed herself back against the wall as the next train arrived and the crowd thickened with departing passengers. Most of them paid her no attention, none but a tall, blonde man who approached her with purpose. Her body was in instant fight or flight mode until she realized what she was seeing, who she was seeing.
"Vis?" she asked incredulously as he stopped before her. He was here and he looked...human. How could he look so human?
But it really was him. The way he ducked his head, the shy smile on his face, it was her Vision standing before her.
"Hello, Wanda," he said, and it was his voice too. The last of her doubt vanished, and she threw her arms around him. He wrapped his arm around her too, and she took comfort in the solid strength of him pressed against her.
"How?" she asked him, gazing into his face with wonder.
"Not here," he said with a rueful smile. She could only nod in agreement, her words stolen by the utter impossibility of what she was seeing. He slipped his hand into hers and it felt so familiar. She took comfort in that.
They didn't speak again until they were in the swanky hotel room Vision had gotten. He released her hand when they entered the room, moving away, putting distance between them.
"Vision?" she asked, the unspoken why heavy between them.
"I just..." he began, wringing his hands. "Wanda, can you ever forgive me?" He looked distraught and her heart ached.
"Vis-" she began.
"I understand if that will take time, or if you can't forgive me at all-"
"Vis!" she said, stopping him short. She closed the distance between them slowly, as if he would bolt at any second, and she wasn't altogether convinced he wouldn't. He stood unnaturally still, letting her approach. "Vis... you saved me," she told him.
"What they'd done to you wasn't right. I couldn't let that stand," he said, ducking his head slightly. "It doesn't change what I did."
"Vis," Wanda said, and when she put a hand on his arm he started as if he hadn't realized she was so close. "Vis, I'm sorry too." She could feel the tension in him under her fingers, and she reached up to tangle her fingers in the hair he'd somehow created for himself. "I've missed you," she said softly.
"And I've missed you," he told her.
She was sick of holding back, sick of missing him, sick of being apart. She threw herself into his arms and he caught her, as he always did, his strong arms holding her close as their lips connected. He picked her up easily, walked her back to the bed with her legs wrapped around him and the heat of her core teasing them both as his movements brought her into contact with the erection tenting his pants.
They both moaned as he lowered her to the bed and gave a sharp thrust of his hips, grinding himself hard against her as they kissed passionately.
"Stop. Stop," Wanda said breathlessly between kisses, pulling his head back. Confusion and a touch of worry filled his eyes, and she gave him a reassuring smile. "As attractive as your disguise is, Vis, can you take it off? I want to be with you."
He smiled and she watched in amazement as his features melted into the familiar colors she loved so much. She traced the lines of his face with awe.
"Incredible," she said. Then she pulled him into a kiss and let her desire take over.