"I am overjoyed to hear your laughter, even if at my own expense."
"Sorry Vis, but that was completely hysterical. Thanks for making my day."
"I must switch off for a while, but I will be back soon. I love you so much."
"Love you more."
He had some research to do.
Nat's suggestion earlier about losing the ability to speak was the first real lead he'd had as to what was happening to Wanda.
He searched, "Selective Mutism". Something that usually a child has and outgrows. No, that's not right.
"Selective Mutism in Adults". Information about anxiety, social anxiety, social phobia. No, that wasn't right either.
"Temporary loss of the ability to speak". Aphasia, Transient Ischemic Attacks, Stroke, Migraines. Those made even less sense.
Vision had surface knowledge of human psychology, but nothing he knew quite fit this situation. Anxiety seemed to make some sense, but didn't explain everything.
He paused. Taking only a few moments into account will not likely give correct results. What else did he know about her and how could it relate? He was quickly understanding why human psychology was such a deep field of study.
What did he know about Wanda?
In that moment, he recalled a conversation they'd had just a few months ago when they'd met up secretly.
"Pietro was always full of energy and life, even when we were younger. It didn't surprise me that he ended up with speed as a power, and I could tell it made him kind of happy. Strucker always said he must've been a hyperactive child; that the process caused that to manifest as the powers he received."
This gave Vision something to consider. Wanda actively avoided reading minds unless she had to, because it overwhelmed her. She felt exactly what the person she was reading felt. She didn't make eye contact, because doing so caused almost an immediate connection to someone's mind. She saw the world in a way no one else on the team did; he knew, he'd been in their heads too. He'd always assumed it was because of her powers.
Suddenly, something clicked. He'd never thought of it before. She didn't match with any of the general knowledge he'd acquired.
He started a new search, "Undiagnosed Autism in Females."
Information flooded his head. He scanned through it all, learned everything he could. What he found was so different from the general description that he'd skimmed over when getting the gist of human psychology that it shocked him. The more he researched, the more it fit, and the more he realized that this was exactly what was going on.
How could he tell her? His sweet, wonderful, beautiful Wanda already believed that she was a monster, a freak. Even though he didn't consider this information to be a bad thing, like most of the world saw it, he knew that she would just take it as another thing on the pile of what made her different from the rest of the world. He couldn't see any way that she would take this well.
He sat for a few moments, head in his hands, trying to figure out what to do.