AN: Enjoy!

They kept her cell cold in the Raft. Wanda's hospitalisation was on record, letting them know that she was susceptible to cold temperatures. The floor was cold, the air was cold, the air was cold, the damn collar around her neck was cold. Well, except when an unpleasant dream triggered her powers, then it shocked and burned. They would occasionally warm things up enough so that Wanda was not in mortal peril, only to drop the temperature again soon afterwards.

Because of this, the changing temperatures coupled with regular shocks, Wanda was in a bad enough state to not be entirely aware of her surroundings anymore. When there was a massive commotion through the prison, after she had been there for.. She didn't even know how long, it didn't occur to her that help had arrived.

She hardly noticed when her cell was breached, her collar broken, restraints torn. She thought she was dreaming, or maybe dying, when a pair of wonderfully familiar arms scooped her up.

"I'm sorry, Wanda. I am so, so sorry.."

Warm tears splashed onto Wanda's face, but she couldn't focus on the person they belonged to. The voice almost, almost sounded like Vision, but she knew it couldn't be him. Whatever was going on, it was definitely a dream.

Wanda was still alone in the cold.

No-one was coming for her.

Except, someone had come for her. Multiple someones, actually. Steve had come for her, and Natasha.. And Vision. He really had been there. His involvement had been kept secret, so as not to further complicate matters for Stark, but Vision had given Captain Rogers the security codes that allowed them to break in.

Vision had personally retrieved Wanda from her cell. He had held her for a while, as they escaped on board a Wakandan Jet, and had been very reluctant to leave when the time had come for him to return to the now very empty Avengers Compound.

Wanda had learned all this second-hand, from Natasha, while she and the other Raft rescuees had been recovering from their ordeal.

And now, apparently, Vision wanted to see her.

Natasha could set it up, if she wanted. She had business of her own in Russia, but she could drop Wanda off on the way.

"You'll have to make a decision soon" Nat had told her. "What do you want?"

The words sent Wanda back to the compound, right before everything had gone completely to Hell. Angry over her confinement, she had been harsh with her friend.. They may have already even been a little more than friends by then, though neither was ready to admit it. Despite the harshness in her voice, Vision had softly told her exactly what he wanted:

"For people to see you, as I do."

Wanda didn't have to think about it for long. She thought of Vision saving her in Sokovia, and in the snow. How he'd always been kind to her, even before she had learned to be kind to him. How he'd come to her aid at the airport, even though they had been fighting on opposite sides.

And now he had saved her again. So, there was really only one answer she could give.

"When do we leave?"

Wanda cursed, rubbing her gloved hands together to ward off the chill, her breath emerging in puffs of mist. Couldn't Nat have arranged for her to meet Vision somewhere Warm? Russia was as cold as Sokovia had always been, if not worse.

Wanda sighed, hitching her small bag of essential belongings higher on her shoulder as she made her way inside the Train Station that Natasha had instructed her to head for, where Vision would soon arrive, or was possibly already waiting.

Reunions happened in Train Stations all the time, Natasha said, so no-one was likely to notice them. Privately, Wanda thought Nat was over looking the fact that Vision did not exactly look like the average traveller, but since the Black Widow was not one to overlook something that obvious, she also figured that there was maybe something else going on that she was not aware of.

Wanda looked around, searching for a tell-tale flash of red. She didn't find one. But she did see a blonde haired man, rugged up in a jacket just a little too big or him, alternately gazing at a Train Timetable and looking around the Station, confused and a little bit nervous, as though he wasn't entirely sure that he was in the right place.

Even though she'd never seen him like this, Wanda recognised Vision immediately. The soft angles of his face, his eyes, vibrantly blue even without the markings that usually adorned them.

A smile spread over Wanda's face, and before she knew it, she was running towards him, not having realised just how much she'd missed him until this moment.

Vision turned just in time to see her flying at him, throwing her arms around him, and though he had been caught of guard at first, he soon recovered and relaxed, wrapping his arms around her in return.

"Wanda.." His voice was soft. "Hello.."

"Hey, Vizh" Wanda felt herself nuzzling deeper into his chest.. Maybe a little too intimate for just friends, but she could not bring herself to care all that much. He was still so warm. "Mi-a fost dor de tine. I missed you."

A soft smile slowly spread over Vision's face, and he held Wanda closer.

"I missed you too."

They walked together for a while, not talking much. Wanda curled into Vision's side, his arm around her. She didn't mind the cold quite so much, with him to keep her warm.

They didn't talk a lot, instead just quietly enjoying each other's company. There wasn't much either of them could say that the other one didn't already know. Vision was sorry for ever agreeing to confine Wanda to the compound, Wanda was sorry for pushing him through the floor.

Those things were all behind them now. All that mattered to Wanda and Vision was that they could be friends again.. And maybe even something more.

The Motel Room Natasha had organised for them only had one bed, although this did not have the implications that such a situation usually would, considering that Vision, while having a sort of rest mode, didn't sleep in the traditional sense. This left Wanda with the bed, while Vision waited out on the room's couch, reading a book he'd brought with him.

While the bed was comfortable, even with warm pyjamas and extra blankets, the cold Russian climate was still getting to Wanda, keeping her from sleep. She had been trying to make herself nod off for nearly an hour when she heard strange, distressed noises coming from the next room.

"Vision?"

"No.." A whimper.

Wanda frowned, going to investigate.

"Vizh?"

"No.. Stop.."

Vision had dropped his book. His eyes seemed a little glazed, as they did when he was resting,but his rest did not seem peaceful, occasionally twitching and whimpering. It almost seemed as if he was having a Nightmare.

"Vizh.." Wanda gently nudged him.

"No.. Don't hurt her again.. Stop!"

"Vision!" She shook him lightly, panicking a little. "Vision!"

"Don't hurt her.. stop.. Wanda!" Vision woke, then, but it took a moment for his eyes to focus on her face. "Wanda.." Vision swallowed a lump in his throat. "I'm sorry.."

"For what?" Wanda frowned, sitting beside him.

"For The Raft.. For everything.."

Wanda's heart broke for him. He looked so beautifully, brokenly human.. All on account of her, And all this without his disguise.

"Vizh, that wasn't your fault.."

"I should have said.."

"No, Vision" She squeezed his hand. "Anything you did would have only got you locked up with us, or worse.. I never blamed you."

"You didn't?" Vision looked up at her, somewhat hopeful.

"Never.." Wanda reached to cup his cheek. Her Vision.. He really did feel like hers, somehow. Wiped a tear that had fallen from his strange eyes. Felt herself leaning closer. "You'd never hurt me.."

And then she kissed him. It wasn't anything Earth-shattering. Just soft and gentle. A quiet promise. When she pulled away, Vision was looking at her like she was the most wonderful thing in the Universe.

"I would never hurt you.."

"I know.." She smiled softly. "Will you come lay with me, for a while? It's cold, and well.. You are warm."

Of course Vision agreed. Wanda didn't have to be alone in the cold anymore.. And neither did he.