AN: Chapter 3 is here! Sorry this one is a bit short but I promise 4 will be longer. Pardon my grammar errors if I made any.
Chapter 3
After the Vision spent a whole day in Cho's hospital, he was eventually free to head back to the avengers HQ. But out of fear, Clint, and Steve insisted he stays in his room, mostly in bed. Some opposed the idea, but it was for Vision's health.
Laura let Clint stay in the Avengers HQ while she looked after the kids. Steve, Wanda, Sam and Nat also stayed with the Vision.
...
Wanda's high heels slowly sunk into the cream carpet. She took in her surroundings and sighed quietly. A few small chairs, some flowers, a piano.
A casket.
She was alone in the dimly lit funeral home. The Avengers already left and headed home, to tackle their daily lives with a punch to the face, if any problem comes their way. Wanda was too weak, she couldn't tackle any problem at all. Without his help.
She approached the casket. Only 20 feet away. Her hands shook rapidly, veins popping, red moving through them. The lights on the wall began to shake, glass shattered dramatically and landed on the floor in millions of pieces. Yet, it didn't even strike the witch.
Sobs broke out, as her wrists twisted, demolishing every object in sight. But the casket.
She gave one final crimson shockwave to the room, with one final blood curling scream.
...
Wanda gasped and sat up. She straightened her undershirt and pressed a hand to her chest. Her skin was hot and her eyeliner smeared, like spilled black ink against a smooth white sheet of paper against her skin.
"Viz?!" She called. She repeated it several times.
"Wanda? Wanda, it's me!" Clint ran to the door and quickly opened it. "You alright? You were calling Viz, I mean-." The archer took a second to breathe. "He's in bed, he can't get up for another day."
"I know, I know." She sighed. She was so used to seeing Vision in her room, comforting her, talking to her after her nightmares. Sometimes he entered without permission, because he was so worried about the young Avenger.
Clint sat on the side of her bed and turned his head to see her. "The same one as last night?"
Wanda nodded and took in a shaky breath. "Mmm." She blinked rapidly and then looked into Clint's friendly eyes. "The men were so mad."
Clint chuckled. "Yeah, but it did take them only a few months to rebuild that funeral home."
"They said the body was the only thing that mattered in the room." Clint nodded at Wanda's comment.
"Pietro would have been proud of you for sparing his body in one of your moments."
Wanda did a faint giggle and then she layed back in bed. "I dread funerals."
Now that Clint thought about it, he could see the reason why she hated them. Wanda told Clint a while ago that she had to stay by her mother and father's casket at the funeral, and she was with her brother. At least she felt a little secure with Pietro.
But with last year's funeral, it teared Wanda apart. Clint and Laura left with the rest of the Avengers and Wanda said she wanted to stay a little longer. She said she would find a way home, maybe take this city bus.
Steve said he received a call a few moments after the Avenger's departure. The funeral home was partially destroyed. But thanks to Stark, the home was taken care of and fixed in a matter of months.
Wanda still has nightmares about that moment. With just her, and Pietro. Even though the body were there, she felt alone.
Alone in her cell after Strucker's experiment, alone in the Novi Grad, alone with a casket.
"Do you want me to stay here?" Clint said slowly. Wanda shut her eyes and rolled to her side to face him.
"I think..." She sighed and pressed her lips together. "I'm okay, yes, i'm okay."
Clint nodded and sat up, straightening his sleep shirt. "I'm sorry Wand." He loved calling her that and she didn't seem to mind it. "I know you want Viz to be by you, we just can leave him at risk. He will be better tomorrow."
Too late. Wanda was already asleep. Clint wished Vision was there for her, the two were like bread and jam, thunder and lighting.
He could have sworn everytime the two fought together he saw his golden cape, brushing againtst her back side, sometimes almost covering her, he wanted to protect her.
Clint left the room with a heavy sigh and made his way torwards his and slept.
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"Is everything a joke to you?"
The same 6 damn words. For 2 hours, running through Stark's mind.
He really hated to admit he was alone, tired and sad. Vision was his friend, his colleuge, his teammate.
Some people just can't see it. Steve can't see it, it's like the captain was in his own fantasy, his own perfect utopia where there is no threat. According to Tony.
"Is everything a joke to you?"
"STOP!" Tony yelled at the wall of his Malibu mansion. He groaned loudly and fell on the couch. What he would give to have a nice chat with Pepper now.
Pepper hated Tony. He could notice, just by her movements. He thought the reason she got together with Rhodey was to make him feel sorry, or angry.
Tony blinked several times and sat up. Diagnosis number one already commenced. 2: Weak limbs, failure of flight. It was coming.
Tony groaned at the thought and he grabbed his chest. This was for his sake, for the Avenger's sake.
Vision would snap if he didn't set this protocol to action. Either Ultron, or Loki's gem thing would kill his soft subtle frame of mind.
Tony wants him to die soft and subtle.
And once Cap and the others figure out why he's doing this. Stark would be right, he would be hailed the hero.
