Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl

I'm Not That Girl

The last few months had been a roller-coaster for the young mutant known as the Scarlet Witch. They had fought more bad guys then she could count, had a few NDEs (Near Death Experiences) and been the Mighty Avengers. The public loved the idea of having super heroes of their own, and few cared enough about the mutant thing if they were hanging out with Captain America.

But now she wasn't at the mansion for the Avengers, enjoying herself at dinner, talking friendly with Vision and Hawkeye; she was in some other galaxy, fighting to save two alien races and one Kree Captain Mahr-Vel (nicknamed Captain Marvel by Earthlings). Or she was, right before she was captured by the Skrulls along with some other teammates.

"Vision…" she murmured, clearing her head of the daze that engulfed it. She was waking up in a cell of the Skrulls, seemingly alone.

The android had been an interesting teammate. He was somewhat insecure about his not being human, but he compensated with a lot more human qualities than some humans, in her mind. Quicksilver treated him like he had with the Brotherhood boys when he was in charge of their gang. The public thought he was one of their favorites.

She had seen him with the Skrulls, along with Captain Marvel. Was he all right? Did they hurt him? She swore, if they had even touched him, they would –

"Wanda?"

A voice, robotic, came from next to her. The familiar glow of the androids' eyes lit up the cell enough to see that he, too, was a prisoner in there. "Vision? Yes, it's me."

"Then you were taken prisoner too, as I was?"

"Yes, but-" she decided to try something new: telling somebody how she felt. "but that doesn't matter, nothing does – as long as you are all right. I know that now."

He seemed taken aback for a moment, but recovered relatively quickly. "Wanda, I-"

Their faces grew closer. Wanda breathed slowly, hesitant. This would be her second kiss, but the first that meant something. This moment was –

"No! It must not be!" Vision exclaimed, whipping his head away from her own.

Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy

"Vision –why? Why did you-?"

"Because I'm an ANDROID, Wanda –just a COPY of something living! I am made of PLASTOID FLESH and SYNTHETIC BLOOD!"

"Don't say that, Viz, don't you ever say that!" Wanda retorted angrily. "You're the best man I've ever met! You're more real to me than my own brother or my father!"

"Why waste time on somebody that is far less than a corpse?"

"Because I-"she started to say, but the fight had broken down the wall and sent in Captain Mahr-Vell to help them escape. Once he had freed their hands, it was easy play for her to blast herself and Vision out. For some reason, being bound wasn't that great, and brought back memories that never were…She shook her head of the daze and filled her eyes with determination.

She asked the Kree Captain and Vision if they could fly her to the middle of the battlefield. There was a message she wanted to give.

Once she was beginning to descend, she saw Ronan the Accuser of the Kree and the Super-Skrull duking it out, and the other Avengers in positions of battle. Using her power, she froze the scene. "You have got to grow up." She called out.

Everyone looked up, calling out the names of those they recognized. But Wanda didn't care at the moment. "Let's just leave, Avengers."

"But what about the battle?" Captain Mahr-Vell asked.

"Don't worry. It'll still be here if you ever come back."

Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in

Wanda set herself up in the Quinjet that the Avengers used. They were going to take a stop on Attilan for a while, home of some Inhuman race, and some princess that Pietro seemed to think was cute. She wondered…was the Vision really thinking that about himself? Or did he just not love her? If he wasn't an android, would he have acted on it? If she wasn't a mutant, what would have happened? It hurt to wonder.

Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl

Can't think about that now, she thought, but even so, she couldn't help wondering what went on with her android teammate. He looked emotionless, sitting there with his head bent downward.

Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe it was her. She had arrived from a loser house, dressing like Goth Barbie. Maybe she was too mutant. No, that it was because she was a mutant was almost as absurd as some of what Vision had said. She'd never have a normal life because she was what she was. If she was some other girl, but We R who we R. She wasn't made for being loved.

I'm not that girl.