Wanda sat in her bedroom, looking around at the darkened space. She has tried to keep it clean, but her nightmares made her break things with her powers. She felt a dark pit in her stomach as she looked around. She had just begun to get used to the comfort of the soft bed, the warmth of the shower, the company of people who seemed to like her. But she had ruined it. She would have to leave. Any minute now, the Captain or Ms. Romanoff would come through the door and tell her to pack her things. To leave this place as she had to leave so many others.

Wanda wiped the her damp eyes and looked down at her hands. She stood up and took out the suitcase she had Natasha buy her as soon as Pietro was buried. Just in case. And it looked like she would be needing it.

She took out some clothing from the drawers and the rings Pietro had bought her in Sokovia. When she had packed her meager belongings, she hesitantly opened her door, leaving her case on her bed.

She headed for the living room. When she arrived in the doorway, she saw the Vision and Natasha standing together and talking. She cleared her throat and they turned to face her. Wanda found herself unable to look them in the eyes, so she looked at the floor instead, shame and anguish making her feel sick.

"I have packed my things," she said quietly. "When will I be leaving?"

"What are you talking about?" Natasha's voice was hard.

"You are going to make me leave, yes?" she said, daring to glance up.

"Of course not!" This time it was Vision's voice that spoke up.

"But… but I hurt Sam. I lost control," she said.

"It was an accident. Accidents happen. Sam's going to be okay, he's just a little banged up. You just need to learn a little control and you'll be fine. We won't leave you." Natasha's voice was more comforting this time.

Wanda nodded. "Thank you. All of you."

She turned to go and headed back to her room. She begun to unpack her things and had nearly finished when she heard a knocking on the door.

She stopped unpacking and opened it to see Sam Wilson standing in the doorway.

"Hey," he said.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to -"

"Nah, it's alright. But it made me think. I help ex-soldiers deal with their PTSD and I want you to come to one of the meetings with me. I know what it's like to lose your wingman. The meetings help."

Wanda paused. "I would like that," she said slowly. "Thank you."

Sam nodded. "Anytime you need to talk," he said, and walked away.

Wanda closed the door, warmth filling her. She was not hated, or a freak, or an outcast. They had not abandoned her.


Wanda lay on her back in the small patch of flowers near the training field. She had found a book on meditating in the library and was trying it out. She was laying down and was noticing her breathing, but not controlling it. She watched the bees flitting from flower to flower and let go the thoughts of other things.

After a few minutes of this, Wanda decided to try something new. She let herself relax completely and tried to touch the minds of one of the bees. She felt it's dull spark of intelligence and it's instinct to go around from flower to flower.

She sighed and stopped concentrating on the single insect and let her powers wander. She could feel the dull sparks from the bees among the flowers, the brighter sparks from the distant birds above and the bright glows from the Avengers in the facility. She lay there like that, feeling the other living things around her until she sensed on of the glows from the facility make its way towards her.

Wanda opened her eyes and sat up and spotted Vision flying towards her. She smiled slightly as he alighted nearby.

"Hello Miss Maximoff. I was wondering if you might like a lesson in flight?"

Wanda nodded. "I would like that very much, Mister Vision," she said cheerfully.

He nodded and studied her for a moment. "I imagine that with your telekinesis, you would be able to manipulate the air around you, or stand on something you levitate," he said slowly.

Wanda shrugged and concentrated on the air directly around her body. She pushed it down around her hands and feet like she had seen Stark doing with his iron suit to fly. She pushed hard and she rose a few inches.

Wanda was so surprised she fell to the ground. She stumbled forward but her fall was stopped when Vision caught her. Her breath caught as she looked into his eyes. The whirring of the gears was mesmerizing...

Vision released her and took a step back. "That was great!" he exclaimed. "Do you want to try again?" he said, and she paused to clear her thoughts.

Wanda took a deep breath and pushed the air up around her hands and feet, and she rose a few feet again. Vision rose to fly near her, keeping close to catch her if she fell.

"Let's go higher," she said, her confidence growing. A look of wariness crossed his face but it disappeared as they rose in the air together. She met his eyes once again and smiled, which he returned slowly. Soon they were almost forty feet in the air, and she looked down.

She instantly regretted that decision and her confidence dropped. Her magic evaporated and she was falling. She opened her mouth to scream but the wind stole the breath from her lungs and her hair was flying in her face and-

She had stopped falling. She was hovering about 10 feet off the ground, held in Vision's arms.

"Stay low next time," he advised, then alighted on the ground. She stood there for a moment, enjoying being close to him. Finally, she turned to leave.

"Wanda." His voice was soft and hesitant. "I would like to give you something."

She turned back and stepped toward him. He had something in his hand, a folded slip of paper.

Wanda took it from him curiously. She opened it and looked down to see a picture of two twins, a boy and a girl, smiling up at her. Behind them were a man and a woman, obviously their parents. She smiled, tears clouding her vision. It was her, Pietro and their parents, before everything changed. Back when everything was okay. And in that moment, things felt a little bit right.

She looked up and gave Vision a hug, holding him tight. "Thank you," she whispered. He just stood there and hugged her back.

"You're welcome."