As soon as she saw him, the rest of the world melted away around her. The fear, the uncertainty, the unidentifiable entity that seemed to be crushing her chest. The people and place didn't matter anymore. Nothing did, but him.
She took her first real, deep breath in weeks as he scooped her up and they disappeared. Nat and Steve watched as they cleared the treeline, and then settled in to get caught up.
He took her to a place that was safe, just a short distance away. As they settled down, she started to cry. He held her close, drying her tears as they came on. "Shhhhh, it's ok," he whispered to her over and over again.
When she'd calmed down a bit, she pulled back, looking up at him.
"I am so sorry. This is ridiculous," she said
"No, my dear Wanda. It is not. You are hurting, and I'm going to figure out how to help. I promise." He pulled her back to him and kissed her forehead. Oh how he had missed this. He didn't dare to linger on the thought that he would soon miss it again.
They stayed like that for a while. Far too little time to satisfy either of them, but enough for now. They didn't speak; there was no need for it. They listened to each other telepathically; catching up, comforting, absorbing as much of each other as they could, until their time was up.
Agreements had been made to try to meet at more regular intervals, being careful that the meetings were brief, discreet, and safe for all involved. The circumstances weren't ideal, but they would take all they could get at this point.
Parting ways was nearly unbearable. Wanda held herself together until the jet was out of sight, then fell apart, not caring that Steve was still standing next to her.
She tried desperately to fly toward where she saw the jet disappear, but suddenly felt two strong arms wrap around her from behind. Under normal circumstances, she would've taken him down without a second thought. But right now, she was just so tired and weak.
Vision was in her head the moment they lost sight of her. He knew the crippling pain that was coming, but needed to be there with her.
He felt her heart rate speed up, her breathing grow uneven, tears slip down her face. But the sobbing that happened the other night never came. She was hiding it from Steve.
Vision heard through her ears "You ok kid?" She didn't look up. She shook her head no, but couldn't form words again. She turned to go back inside.
"Is she ok?" Nat asked. Vision shook his head no. Nat had never seen him refrain from speaking when he had another choice. She didn't push things.