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Wanda Maximoff meant nothing to Vision, not anymore. That was what he told himself anyway. It was what he told himself when he rejoined The Avengers, because where else could a creature like him possibly belong?
Wanda was a feature of many of the memories the other Vision, born from her mind, had unlocked in him. Wanda Maximoff danced through Vision's dreams, smiling and laughing and whispering sweet nothings, dragging him to the bed they should have stayed in.
But when he was awake, she was nothing to him. Nothing. It was hard enough to pick up the broken pieces of himself, of the life to which he had never wanted to return, without worrying about her too.
So, at least on the outside, the version of himself Vision presented to the world, Wanda Maximoff meant nothing to him.
He didn't care when he was told she was believed to be dead, although this may have been because he did not believe it to be true.
He didn't care when she was eventually apprehended, arrested when she had emerged from hiding to rescue children from an orphanage that had caught fire. He didn't care that she had come quietly, accepting her fate.
Vision didn't watch the media circus that Wanda's trial for the kidnapping of Westview and mass murder of Kamar-Taj Sorcerers became. Didn't listen when one of her intended victims, a young woman named America Chavez, had spoken out in her defense. Why should he watch or listen, when he really, truly, did not care?
Not at all. Not one bit. Vision didn't even care when he learned that Wanda Maximoff had been handed the death penalty for her crimes.
Why should he care? She was nothing to him. He must have felt ill that day for some other reason.
–
Although Vision was quite strong and stubborn in his assertions that Wanda meant nothing to him, he knew he could never escape the fact that once upon a time, seeming longer ago everyday, they had been something special to each other. People knew this.
So, he was very surprised when he received a call from Thaddeus Ross, now the President, assigning him the task of transporting Wanda to her execution. And he couldn't say no to the President, could he?
"We can't do it here, too many eyes, too many bleeding hearts thinking this is 'wrong'" Ross explained, when Vision showed up at the gates of the High-Security Prison where Wanda was being kept. "We need this to stay under the radar. We've fitted Maximoff with a tracking chip that doubles as a power dampener. We've got you a car that should be inconspicuous, all you have to do is disguise yourself as a normal person and drive her to the execution site. Then we can all move on with our lives and sleep a little easier, don't you think?"
"I suppose so, Mr. President.." Vision replied, "But I do wonder.. Why me?"
"It isn't a problem, is it?" Ross raised an eyebrow. "To hear you talk about it, your torch for the Witch was snuffed out long ago. Do I have to worry about you doing something stupid?"
"Of course not" Vision stiffened, stood taller. This was some kind of test, then. "I will do whatever is required of me."
"Good man.. Or, well, whatever synthe-thing they say you are. I'll show you your car while the guards fetch Maximoff.."
–
And so, that was how Vision had ended up embarking on what was likely to be a very awkward, and already rather uncomfortable roadtrip across the country, with a handcuffed, sullen, and silent Wanda Maximoff in the passenger seat beside him.
She was quite a bit skinnier than he remembered, and her hair was a bit of a mess. She also had a bruise on her cheek, but Vision was not concerned about how she got it, not at all.
With the route Ross had given him, high on side roads and low on shortcuts, with quite a few stops along the way, it could take a little over week, maybe two, to reach their destination.
Wanda hadn't looked at him, apart from briefly the moment she had been loaded into the car, so Vision had no idea at all of what was going on inside the witch's head, but decided there was at least one point he had to make clear early on.
"I'm afraid if you have any romantic notions about how this trip is going to go, I shall have to disavow you of.."
Wanda laughed, but it was not the pleasant, joyful sound in Vision's memories. It was rather sharp, and cold.
"Romantic notions? Are you serious? You're driving me to my fucking execution!"
"Well" Vision blinked, quite taken aback. "Yes, but.."
"Let me make something clear to you" She finally looked at him, almost glaring. "I know you're not my Vision. You're built from his broken parts, you have his memories, but you're not him. You're nothing to me, and I am nothing to you."
"That is.. true" He had told himself often enough, so why did it sting, just a little, coming from her?
"Of course it is. You wouldn't have agreed to do this otherwise" She turned away again, settling back into the passenger seat. "And you know what? I actually don't begrudge you any of it. I know why this has to happen."
"Y-You do?"
"Mass murderers deserve to die. Why I did it is irrelevant" Wanda shrugged. "So, I won't give you any trouble.. or romantic notions. Just so that's clear.
"Crystal.." Vision murmured.
—
Vision continued the long drive with an odd twisted feeling in his gut, not entirely sure what had caused it, or how to stop it.
Wanda didn't speak much, after that brief confrontation, except to ask for bathroom breaks. She never asked for food, didn't eat much when Vision did provide it. Whenever they stopped at a hotel for Vision to rest, she followed meekly behind him to whatever room had been booked. Vision told himself he should be grateful, that it was good that she was compliant. She didn't even object when he put her cuffs back on after removing them for just long enough for her to shower and change, awkwardly standing guard at bathroom doors as she did so.
Those handcuffs were the only sign that Wanda was not as at ease with her current situation as she may have liked to appear. She twisted and worried at them as they drove, her wrists beginning to look red and irritated. If she persisted, it probably wouldn't be long until she broke the skin.
This shouldn't have bothered Vision. It would be her own fault, definitely not his problem. But among the jumble of his memories was a reddish-purple hand gently grabbing hold of hers when she had been fidgeting with her rings a little too much. The same coloured lips kissing her fingers. A thankful smile.
Vision pulled over, raiding his pocket for the keys to the Handcuffs.
"We should take those off for a while.."
"Aren't you afraid I'll run away?" Wanda frowned.
"Strangely, no, and even if you did I could track you.." He took Wanda's wrists and unlocked the cuffs. "If you keep going on like that you'll hurt yourself.."
"Why does it matter if I hurt myself?" She tilted her head to one side in an oddly familiar way that had often meant bad things for others, but good things for Vision.. At least the one she had known.
"Um.." Vision blinked, somewhat taken aback. "Well.."
"I'm serious. Why does it matter if I hurt myself a little when I'm going to be dead soon?" Wanda asked him. Unless you just want to keep me in one piece so I can die at the right moment, and maybe you can impress good 'ol President Ros enough that he'll start treating you like a real boy.."
"It's not like.." Vision tried to argue, but found he really did not have much room to do so. "I.."
"Of course it is. But it won't work. My Vision tried. Tried to do everything right, what everyone expected of him.." She rubbed at the already raw skin of her wrists, almost as if trying to spite him. "But no-one ever really saw him, saw past his being artificial, no-one except me. I can't see it being any different for you. Ross is the worst of all.. You'd be no better to him than a talking toaster.."
The words hurt, more than Vision would have expected. A lump came to his throat, tears threatening to form in his eyes. He turned away so that she didn't see them if they did, restarting the car and getting back onto the road.
"I am not a toaster.."
Wanda, for her part, seemed somewhat chastened at the realization that she had in fact upset him.
"I didn't mean…"
"You said exactly what you meant to say" Vision snapped. No reason to spare her feelings if she was not going to spare his. In fact, he really should just make her put the handcuffs back on and not bother.
Instead, he tossed them into the back seat.
–
Vision lay awake in their Hotel that night, rather troubled. He kept trying to remind himself that Wanda did not mean anything to him, that she was not important.. But if that was true, why did her words cause such a keen sting?
It didn't matter. Whatever the truth was, he couldn't entertain it now. He had a job to do.
"Hey.." Wanda's voice echoed through the darkness from the room's other bed. They needed to be in the same space, so he would know where she was at all times. "Um.."
"You don't have to ask my permission to use the bathroom.. if you did try and run, I could just track you.."
"It's not that.."
"Then what?" Vision huffed. "I am trying to sleep.."
"I.. just.. I really am sorry, about before.." Wanda sighed. "You were just being kind, kinder than I deserve, and.. You don't deserve me being a bitch in return. So, I'm sorry.."
"Oh.." Vision didn't need her apology, and he should tell her so. What he actually said, was: "Thank you."
"Why were you?"
"Hmm?"
"Being kind."
"Well.." Vision paused, thinking. "I suppose it is as you said yourself. You understand and accept your sentence. Being cruel accomplishes nothing. Being kind costs me nothing.. so I was."
"I see.."
After another longer pause, Vision spoke again, with a question he knew he shouldn't have asked, and yet he had not been able to keep it from gnawing at him.
"How did you get that bruise on your cheek?"
Now, it was Wanda's turn to fall silent for a moment, mulling over which words she should use.
"Prison is not as kind as you" She replied eventually. "Just leave it at that."
The following morning as they set off again, the handcuffs remained in the backseat where they had been tossed the previous day. Neither one mentioned them.
–
After that night, the trip became somewhat less uncomfortable. At some points, almost friendly.
"Did you ever think about me?" Wanda asked him, as he was driving along a rather quiet section of road.
"No" Vision replied, hoping there was no way for her to detect the heat in his cheeks. What reason would he have had to think of her? None. And yet, he might have been lying, just a little.
A tiny smirk tugged at the corners of Wanda's lips as if she knew this, but she didn't comment on it.
"That's okay. I thought about you sometimes, though.."
"Y-You did?"
"Mmmhm.. Just wondering whether you were doing okay, I guess.. It must have been a bit confusing at first."
"I.. Yes, I suppose it was."
"So.. are you? Doing okay, I mean.."
Vision was not entirely sure how to answer that question.
"I am as well as can be expected" He eventually replied.
"That's good to know.." Wanda smiled softly
"It is?" Vision seemed surprised. "Why?"
"Just.. not wanting to worry about loose ends, is all."
"Oh.."
–
The days on the road grew increasingly comfortable, almost pleasant, to the point that, sometimes, Vision could almost forget what was coming at the end of the trip.
But when he wasn't almost forgetting, Vision found himself inwardly facing some inconvenient truths. Like the possibility that maybe, his previous aversion to the idea that he still cared about Wanda was more an attempt to avoid hurt or rejection than it was about him actually not caring.
And the more time he spent with Wanda, the more warm and fuzzy feelings that began attaching themselves to his jumble of memories, the less certain things made sense. There was a question he needed answers to. So, one afternoon, when they had stopped in a greasy-spoon Diner to get her something to eat, Vision asked it.
"Um.. Miss Maximoff?"
"You can just call me Wanda, you know.." Wanda replied, swallowing a mouthful of fries.
"Miss Maximoff" He repeated, thinking it better to maintain some level of emotional distance, "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Why.. Why did you do the things you did? It's just that.. those crimes d-don't seem to fit with the version of you in the memories I have, or the you that I am now getting to know.."
"Would it help you?" She pushed her plate aside, wiping her mouth on a napkin. "To know why?"
"I think so.."
"Well.. Westview really was an accident. No-one believes me, but it was" Wanda began. "I was grieving for my Vision, thinking no-one else cared enough.. Everyone else was being recognised, why not him?"
"That is understandable.."
"He'd left me everything.. A car, whatever money he had.. And a block of land.. Building plans..I went to see it, and I was so upset and overwhelmed.. It just happened."
"I see.." He drifted into his own memory, now more solid and clear. Buying a car in a model she would like, purchasing land, drawing up the plans, with a special little note for her. So many plans, so much he had wanted for them..
"And then by the time I fully grasped what had actually happened.. that people were getting hurt.. I was too attached to that world to let it go as easily as I should have. Vision.. our kids.. are you even still listening?"
"Yes, of course, sorry.." He pulled himself out of his thoughts. "And what about Kamar-Taj? Um, the murders.. I heard there was an evil book involved.
"The Darkhold.." Wanda murmured. "I was corrupted by it, yeah.. It made me think I could have my children back. Nothing, no-one, was more important than that.. But what I did, the people I hurt, killed.. There's no excuse. I deserve what's coming for me, I've made peace with it.. Okay?"
"Okay.." He hadn't entirely listened. Part of his mind had been elsewhere. In a memory, long ago.
–
His mind being elsewhere became a problem for the remainder of that day, and the one that followed, as well as the one after that. His eyes were on the road, but his brain was sifting through memories. Smiles, laughter, dates and kisses and passionate nights, chats about everything, and nothing at all.
Knowing the 'why' of Kamar-Taj hadn't helped at all. He still could not reconcile the Wanda beside him with the murderous Scarlet Witch.
"How do you think they'll do it?"
"Hmm?" He jumped slightly, startled out of his reverie.
"Are you okay to be driving?" Wanda frowned, raising an eyebrow. "You seem a little.."
"I'm fine.. you asked something?"
"Mmhm.. how do you think they'll do it? You know.. kill me."
"Oh.." Vision suddenly felt a little ill. "Uh.."
"I'm sorry.. I know it's kind of a morbid question" She blushed a little. "I just wanted to try and prepare myself, you know? I know the tracking chip is also supposed to keep me from using my powers, and it's working so far, but my powers are kind of beyond what anyone really understands. I thought, if I can keep myself from being too afraid, or panicking when it happens.. I don't want to hurt anyone.."
"Of course.." She was so sincere in her last statement that Vision felt a pang in his synthetic heart. Despite everything, maybe she really didn't deserve this.
"So.. Can you tell me?"
"Well.." He took a slightly shaky breath. "A lethal injection is most common these days. Sometimes the electric chair. A f-firing squad is rare, but still technically legal.."
And, Vision thought, he wouldn't put it past Ross to make some sort of twisted statement by having this done in the most brutal way he legally could.
"Right.." Wanda took a shaky breath of her own. "Okay. Thank you."
"You're welcome.."
They were both quiet for a while.
"Does it hurt?" Wanda's voice was so soft that Vision didn't quite catch the words.
"I'm sorry. Did you say something?"
"Dying.. does it hurt?" She looked at him with wide eyes, almost like a frightened child.
Vision swallowed a lump in his throat, struggling for the right words. The first time, when it had been her.. the lead up had hurt, but the actual moment of death was surprisingly peaceful. But then time had turned back, and.. he didn't like thinking about the second one.
"It.. only for a moment" It seemed like the best reply he could give.
"Okay.. th-that's good to know, I suppose."
"I.." The words caught in his throat. He was very, very tempted to stop the car, not go any further. But since she seemed so accepting of her fate, he wasn't sure how she would respond to such an action. "I hope it is quick, whatever happens. You do not deserve to suffer.."
Wanda smiled then, a small, sad smile.
"That's sweet of you to say. Hopefully others will think the same way.."
She did not seem at all convinced that this was the case, which only made Vision feel so much worse.
–
Vision had dreamed of Wanda a lot, even when he had tried to pretend that he did not care about her, or think about her.
He dreamed of happier moments, that might have been memories.
Sometimes he dreamed of children playing around their feet, in a world that felt different to his own.
But that night, all his dreams became nightmares.
Vision saw Wanda strapped to a cold metal table.
Saw her strapped into the Electric Chair.
Saw her forced to her knees, facing down the barrels of multiple guns.
He saw her arm fall limp.
Heard her scream.
Saw her fall.
And the blood, so much blood, her blood on his hands..
–
Vision woke, screaming, a blood curdling, heartbreaking, frantic scream.
Wanda stood over him, shaking him by the shoulders, yelling.
"Hey! Hey, wake up!"
"No.. No!"
"Wake up!" Wanda yelled, shaking him harder. "You're having a nightmare!"
He sat up, roused enough to register her presence, so relieved that she was alive that he almost reached for her, then froze.
"A nightmare.. Yes.. I'm sorry I woke you.."
"I wasn't asleep" Wanda frowned. "You.. I heard my name.. This isn't anything to do with what I was asking you earlier, is it.."
"No.." Vision replied, but didn't meet her eyes.
Wanda sighed, perching on the edge of his bed.
"I told you, I'm alright with what's going to happen. You shouldn't let it haunt you.."
"I shouldn't?"
"No. I get how this might be confusing. I know I don't seem like the person who did what I did.. And I don't feel like that person either" Wanda sighed again. "But I also know that these powers of mine are unpredictable. If I were free, I don't think I can promise that something similar.. Or even worse.. Won't happen again. It's not worth the risk. It's better that I'm not around. I really have made peace with this, and it's okay if you do too.."
"I.." Vision sighed himself. "Alright. I suppose.."
"Good.." Wanda kissed his forehead, where the Mind Stone had once been. The small gesture of comfort was a reflex, so much so that she didn't even seem to realize she had done it. She stood, moving back toward her own bed. "I suppose I don't have much time left.."
"No.. we are actually, um, about a day ahead of schedule" Vision rather reluctantly explained. "President Ross did not account for the time saved by my lack of needing to eat or use the bathroom, and sleeping less."
And Vision had, a few times early in the trip when he'd been upset, driven through the night while Wanda napped in the passenger seat, because back then, it hadn't mattered if she was gone sooner.
"Oh.." despite her assertions of being at peace with her fate, Wanda's face fell at the revelation.
"At our current pace, we would arrive sometime tomorrow. But I was actually thinking that we might just take this extra day" Vision continued. "To rest a little. Soothe any frazzled nerves. There's a park in this town, and I'm sure I saw a movie theater. We could go. You can pick the film, and I will treat you to anything you like from the candy bar. And maybe we could take a walk in the park."
"You don't have to keep being so nice.."
"Actually, I see it as being practical. You said yourself that you don't want to panic when.." He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. "Anyway, the best way to avoid that is for you to be as relaxed and calm as possible."beforehand.."
"And you're being nice," Wanda smirked, climbing back into bed. "But I appreciate it. Sure, we'll go catch a movie."
–
So they did. The following day, they drove further into the current town until they found the Movie Theater that Vision had seen. After Wanda browsed through the options, Vision purchased two tickets to the latest Romantic Comedy, the largest size bucket of popcorn, a hotdog since their session was around lunchtime, and a few packs of Wanda's favorite candies.
They had the perfect seats, right in the middle of the cinema. While Wanda watched the film and enjoyed her treats, laughing at the humorous trials and tribulations of the lead couple, Vision instead found himself watching her, drinking in her joy, pleased he could give her some happiness.
Wanda wasn't able to finish the bucket of popcorn, but took the remnants with them to the park, scattering it about for birds and squirrels as they walked. They'd circled the park a few times when an Ice Cream Truck pulled in. Without even asking what Wanda wanted, Vision dashed over to the truck before it could be stormed by children, purchasing a sherbet-dipped cone and offering it to her.
"This one is still your favorite, isn't it?"
"Yes.." She stared at him a moment, wearing a slightly confused, but soft expression, before taking the ice cream. "Thank you.."
—
They continued to circle the park together until the sun began to slip below the horizon.
Leaving the evening meal, as with the rest of the day, up to Wanda's request, they picked up Chinese takeout on the way back to the Hotel, and Wanda ate while they watched TV, having conveniently found a channel showing mostly sitcoms.
As it grew late, Wanda excused herself to shower (Vision no longer bothered guarding the bathroom door). Vision, meanwhile, rather reluctantly began getting himself ready for bed.
He really was pleased he could give Wanda a happy final day, even if thinking of it as her final day made him feel rather ill. But, if she was so set on the necessity of her own death, Vision couldn't see there was much he could do about it, and of course there was the matter of Ross, distantly hovering over his shoulder.
Just as he was climbing into bed, Wanda exited the bathroom, damp hair dangling over her shoulders, wearing nothing but her towel. Wanda had usually redressed before she came out of the shower, so Vision was about to ask if she had forgotten her pajamas and avert his eyes while she dressed, but she spoke first, stopping him in his tracks.
"Have you ever had sex? This you, I mean."
The question was so unexpected that Vision's only reply was a rather startled:
"Um.."
"I'm going to take that as a no.." Wanda had smirked, taking a few steps closer. "Would you like to?"
"Um.."
"It wouldn't be so bad, would it? You get a bit of practice, dust off the cobwebs, and I get to feel something good before the end.."
This was a bad idea, a terrible idea, but Wanda had dropped her towel, she was crawling into Vision's bed, she kissed him, and.. oh.
He knew this. He remembered this.
He kissed her back, pulling her closer.
Vision remembered exactly what she liked, what she wanted, where she wanted to be touched.
His lips eventually moved away from hers, moving down past her cheek, her chin, stopping briefly to kiss at her neck, her collarbone, down further, to kiss over one breast, suckling at her nipple, while one hand traced a well-known path to tease and toy with the other, reveling in the soft moans he drew from Wanda's throat as her hand came to rest on the back of his head, encouraging.
While his mouth continued to work at Wanda's breasts, Vision's hand drifted lower, over her belly, through a familiar patch of dark curls she had sometimes been self conscious about, and he had always told her she never had to be. Dipped between her legs to find that special little bundle of nerves, gently stroking, while she squirmed pleasantly at his touch.
Vision remembered, he knew, because loving Wanda Maximoff came so much easier than pretending he didn't care.
When his fingers were no longer enough, Wanda lay back, pulling Vision on top of her, his hips nestled between her slightly bent legs. This was probably still a terrible idea, but he could not deny her something she wanted, not when she had so little time, so he phased away his pajama bottoms, letting himself slip inside her.
He let her adjust because it had been so long, until she clutched at his shoulders, a sign for him to move.
Vision moved slowly at first, then faster, moans beginning to escape his own lips, angling and pacing his thrusts according to her instructions, whispered between pleasured gasps and sighs.
Her eyes were closed, and he got the feeling that while he remembered there was nowhere else he would rather be, she was not really here with him. She was far away, long ago, with a Vision who was not broken and devoid of color. He could not really blame her, because he would rather be that Vision too.
Wanda was close now, and so was he, but he waited for her, waited until he heard her cry out as she came, before he followed with a cry of his own.
They rode out the aftershocks of pleasure together, breathing heavily, until Wanda gestured for him to move, and he carefully rolled off of her.
"I-I'm sorry.. I should have, um, moved already.."
"Don't be sorry" Wanda cut him off, slightly breathless still. "It's normal to be a little overwhelmed. "Pretty much the first time for you."
No, Vision thought. His first time had been shy and fumbling and he'd had no idea what he was doing, but she had helped him, and the end result had turned into something quite beautiful.. But he didn't say any of this, because it seemed easier for her to pretend that he was someone else, and now did not feel like the right time to break those illusions.
"I suppose so.."
"Do you mind if.." Wanda's voice shook a little, "You can say no if it feels too awkward or anything, but.. C-Can you hold me, for a bit?"
"Of course.." Vision's heart almost shattered as he reached for her, and she curled against him, fitting in his arms as though she belonged.
"Promise me something.." She whispered.
"Anything.."
"Take care of yourself when I'm gone. You.. You're what's left of everything that's important to me.."
"I am?" Vision was confused.
"You are.. There's my Vision's memories, of course, but it's not just that" Wanda explained, curling even closer. "Your nose sometimes crinkles in a way that made me think of Tommy.. You smile kind of like Billy.. They were my.."
"Your children.." He knew the names from the dreams of worlds where he could have been their Father, and they'd etched themselves onto a little piece of his heart alongside hers.
"Yes. So you need to take care of yourself" She looked up at him, green eyes wide. "Promise me."
"I promise.." Vision held her tighter. "I promise."
They were both quiet after that, and it soon seemed as though Wanda was asleep, but Vision could not, not yet. He committed every part of that day, that night, to his memory. Her smile. Her laughter. How she fit so perfectly in his arms.
Then, he simply held her, fighting the heaviness in his eyelids until he could fight no more.
–
When Vision woke the next morning, Wanda had disappeared from his arms, and yet she was still all around him, the smell of sex, her favorite shampoo, and the ghost of a kiss on his cheek. He dressed somewhat shakily and headed out of the room, somehow knowing where he would find her.
He opened the driver's side door of the car to see Wanda already waiting in the passenger's seat, her gaze fixed downward, at the long forgotten handcuffs now resting in her lap.
"We should probably put these back on" She murmured. "I wouldn't want you to get in trouble.."
Vision felt a lump in his throat. Again, he could feel her blood on his hands. He gripped the car door tightly enough to trigger an increase in his density, the whole damn thing snapping right off.
"No.."
"What?"
"No!" He snapped, then turned, walking away from the car.
"What do you mean 'No'?" He heard Wanda jump out of the car to hurry after him. "And what the hell did you do to the door?!"
"No, I can't do this. I thought I could, but I can't!" Vision yelled, unable to turn and face her. "I may not be exactly the Vision you knew.. I am a mess of scattered memories and broken parts. But there is enough left for me to know that I love you. I understand why you think this is the way things have to be, and I even understand if you still choose to go. But I cannot be the one who hands you over to die.."
For a long time, there was silence. So long that Vision thought she might have left. Then..
"Look at me.."
"I cannot.."
"Vision" said Wanda firmly, the first time she had used his name, at least actually directed at him, "Look at me."
"Alright.." Vision slowly turned, looking Wanda right in the eye.
She stared at him for a long while, before the most wonderful little smile spread over her face, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek as what seemed like happy tears filled her eyes.
"Hello.." It was the most simple greeting, yet felt strangely meaningful.
"H-Hello.." Vision leaned into her touch.
"I am so sorry.."
"Oh? For what?"
"Being another one of the people who couldn't see you."
"That's alright.." Vision murmured. "I couldn't see me, either."
Wanda stood on tiptoe to peck his lips.
"It would destroy you, if I went through with this, wouldn't it?"
"I think it would.."
"Can you stop me from doing anything stupid?" She asked him.
"Um.." Vision blinked. "I think so."
"Well.. where are we going to ditch the tracker then?"
"What?" He obviously had not followed this conversation as well as he should have.
"I might deserve to die, but I love you too much for the pain that would cause you.." Wanda told him. "But if we're going to run away, we need Ross to not be able to track me, so.."
Vision thought for a moment, then grinned.
"I may have a brilliant idea.."
–
After getting Wanda's agreement that his plan was in fact brilliant, Vision phased the tracking chip out of her neck, flew with it until he was hovering over the exact area he had been meant to deliver her..
And dropped it.
Then, he returned to Wanda, who was grinning at him.
"Well, that'll keep them confused for a while."
"It will" Vision chuckled. "I'd say that I'd love to see the look on Ross's face, except that I am perfectly happy to never see President Ross again."
"I'm with you there, Vizh" Wanda smiled, and he almost glowed at the use of the nickname.
"Where to now, my love?" He pulled her into his arms, kissing the top of her head. "We can go anywhere in the world.."
"We can," She sighed, quite content. "But wherever we choose we'll probably have to fly, because you kinda Hulked out on the car.."
"That's fine by me" Vision chuckled. "I think I'm done with road trips for a while.."