Vision phased through the building and flew the rest of the way, up to his assigned room. It was simple and efficient, although nothing was really touched. He sat down on his neatly made bed and put his head in his hands.

He had heard those people. They called him a robot. A machine. And he was. It didn't matter that he felt as they did, that he felt happiness, and anger, and sadness, and love…

Even his teammates knew he was different. It wasn't something cruel they said, just the little things. Like the fact that he didn't sleep or eat. The color of his skin, the gears in his eyes. They saw him as a little different, and all he wanted was to fit in.

The only one who didn't was Wanda. He closed his eyes. He could see her. The wave of her lovely brown hair, the light that sparked in her eyes when she thought of something she was passionate about. The bright sound of her laughter, the genuineness of her smile, the grace she moved with. The way her eyes glowed red when she triggered the magic inside her. The way her mind felt when it touched his. He didn't understand why she cared about him, but he knew he cared about her. He would protect her from anything.

A selfish part of him wished she was beside him, warm and comforting. He wished he could kiss her gently and stroke her hair. She was so small and fragile, so broken already, but she was also so strong. She had suffered the loss of everything, her parents, her brother, her home. And here she was, fighting for the world. But despite the selfish part of him, the part the ached for her, he knew he could not.

She was so beautiful and strong and so very human. He was not. He was artificial life, and she deserved a real man. A human man. Someone who she could marry and live with, someone that could make her happy the way he could not. He was not worthy of her, and someone like Wanda, who had lost so much, deserved someone human.

Vision swallowed hard. He felt like he had been shattered into pieces, broken by what he had to do. He got up and walked to Wanda's room, where he knew she would be. He could see the door shaking slightly, and so he just phased right in.

She was sitting on her bed, much like he had been, but in stark contrast to his immaculate room, hers was a mess. Books had been thrown about, clothes on the floor, the room only lit by the rapidly setting sun outside.

Wanda looked up as she sensed his presence, and he had to stop himself from walking over and comforting her. She looked so sad, her hair hanging around her face, her face wet with tears.

"Wanda..." For someone with access to the entire internet, he was at a loss for words.

She stared at him, and she no longer looked at him with the open, trusting stare she always did. She stared at him as if she was a cornered animal, and he was coming to shoot her.

"You heard them. Those vultures," she spat, tears still leaving her eyes. "They asked me if Pietro hurt me. They reminded me of all I've tried to forget. And I need to talk to someone. And you shut me out. Why would you do that?" She sounded so betrayed, and Vision almost felt sick.

"Because they reminded me of all I've tried to forget as well," he said quietly, and she just stared.

"Is this what they said about you being just a machine? That's a lie and you know it. I've been inside your head, and you are so human," she said after a moment, anger in her voice.

"I've tried to be human, tried to lo- be with you. But the whole time I was reminded that I am artificial, and you deserve more than that."

She stared at him, confusion on her face. "I deserve to be with who I love." Her voice was low. "And I want to be with you."

"You might now, but one day you won't. I can't be there the day you realized you were being foolish and ridiculous by loving a machine rather than a man."

Wanda was frozen. She looked at him, her rage and pain making the books on the shelves shake ever so slightly. "Foolish and ridiculous?" Her voice was hard as stone, but her voice broke at the last moment. "Loving you? That's foolish and ridiculous?"

Vision closed his eyes. "Yes. You deserve more than that. More than me."

He heard her step forward and felt her cool skin on his. "I don't care. I love you. I am in love with you." Her voice was no more than a whisper, and he could hear the raw, broken edge to her voice.

He grabbed her wrist, hating himself, hating the fact that he was not human, that he didn't deserve her. "Go and be with someone else. Someone human. Someone with emotions to match your own."

"But you do have emotions! I have seen you, and the others are so dark and selfish and you are so bright and beauti-"

He had to make her see. "No. Wanda, we can't be together. You are human and I am not. If something were to happen to you on the field, I would not continue to fight with the team. I would protect you. It would be a liability. We can't."

Still the tears ran down her face. She looked like she had after he had taken her from that church in Sokovia, like her world had been turned upside down and the one person she could trust was gone. Her jaw tightened and the strength in her that he loved so much burned brightly.

"Get out."

He started. "What?"

"I said get out. Leave my room. Do not darken my doorway again. Or I might do something foolish and ridiculous." Her voice was like ice, and she spat the last words like a curse.

He almost said something. He almost reached out and took it all back. Almost. Instead, he nodded and walked out the door.

When he was outside, he phased through the floor into the dark training room. He stepped in front of one of the dummies and punched it so hard he send it spinning across the room. Then he sat down on the bench and put his head in his hands. "Прощай, мое солнце." Goodbye, my sunshine.