Annecy. Wanda clung to the word, screaming it in her mind, over and over and over. Her hands clasped around the steering wheel for the ship. She knew it was only flying because of her powers- in reality, she had no idea how to pilot it. There had been shots from the Raft, but Wanda easily dodged them, and after a while, it died down. She knew it had been Vision's doing.

Vision. The name glared in her mind and made her pause for a moment. His confession. His sacrifice. She forced her eyes to close, and her hands clenched. Tears gushed down her cheeks as her body fought for air. One of the only people she was close to, one of the only people she loved, was likely imprisoned because of her. She knew Vision could break out of the prison easily, and escape the guards with no problem, but she knew he wouldn't use lethal force. And his departing words made her escape all the more heartbreaking: I love you. Now, she wished more than anything that she could reply, repeating the phrase I love you, I love you, I love you over and over mentally, hoping he knew, wherever he was, that she loved him back.

Her love for Vision wasn't because he loved her; it wasn't out of pity or sympathy. She loved the way he brought her coffee every morning, even if he accidentally burned it. She loved the way he always gave her a shoulder to cry on whenever she got depressed about Pietro. She loved the way they helped each other affirm their place in the Avengers, whether it be taking out the villain or rescuing civilians. These little things, combined with so many others, cemented that her love for Vision was real.

This love motivated her to wonder about going back to the Raft, to break Vision out. She realized it would do more harm than good, though; he was more than capable of escaping by himself. She would only hinder instead of help.

Annecy, she repeated again. She needed to focus and save the wandering thoughts for later. This ship likely had tracking technology implanted somewhere; finding it was vital if she was to reach her destination. Instead of using a GPS that could be tracked, Wanda pulled out a physical map. The ship's readings gave her an approximate location, and she traced from where she was to Annecy, France. It was a small dot, barely noticeable, and there was what seemed an eternity from here to there. Wanda set the ship on autopilot in the general direction of the town, and relaxed. Her mind glazed over the ship, looking for anything that might be a tracker. As she suspected, there were several, and she ripped each one out with a satisfying resonance. She knew there were probably more stowed aboard, but the less they could know about her whereabouts, the better.

She was getting to Annecy, come what may.

The rest of the plane ride was rather uneventful; Wanda found herself cradling her legs between her arms while she rested in the pilot's seat. Despite wanting to arrive at her destination as soon as possible, she knew she had to give Vision time to get there himself. She soon realized she had no plans once she arrived there. No accommodations, no food, and most importantly, no money. Plus, she was an escaped criminal. While most probably didn't know she was imprisoned and had escaped, her face would be familiar.

The thoughts churned in her mind, but were interrupted when she saw land beneath the ship, and not ocean. Perking up, Wanda tapped a few buttons, even though she was unsure of their function. She pulled out the map and traced her flight path again- Annecy was less than 20 miles away.

Once she landed and exited the ship, whispers encircled her- "It's the witch!" and "Is that Wanda Maximoff?" were common phrases. Rather than beg for a room in an inn, she decided she would sleep in the ship instead. Food was another issue- although a few spare parts from the ship usually covered it.

And she waited.

She waited for days, then weeks, then a month, and still nothing. Every day, she would make a circle around the town, hoping to hear the familiar voice that kept her going. One day, when she was making her usual run, she walked over a bridge- the Pont des Amours. Something about that bridge attracted her, and she knew Vision would feel the same way. She spent more and more time there, until most of her days consisted of sitting on the edge of the bridge, waiting.

She enjoyed looking out into the river; it was serene. With her legs crossed, she let go of a breath, then inhaled. Her trembling hands soon calmed, and her eyes shut. The only input from her senses was the gentle crashing of the of river waves. She was at peace.

"May I join you?" The voice, the one that she longed to hear for weeks, shattered the tranquility she created. Her eyes fluttered open, and her breath caught.

"Vision," she stammered. "You're here. Oh my gosh, you're here." Wanda gestured to the spot beside her. "Of...of course you can sit here." He smiled; she blushed.

Suddenly, she was crying. All the terrible thoughts she had about how she treated Vision in the last month came flooding back. "I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I'm sorry I manipulated you back at the Avengers facility. I'm sorry for ignoring you at the battle at the airport, and for throwing those cars at you." She laughed at the ridiculousness of the statement. Vision smiled.

"All is forgiven," he replied. "I...I'm sorry for not getting here sooner. It was more difficult than I expected to break out. I apologize if I worried you."

"What matters is that you're here now, Vision. I forgive you," Wanda answered, with a slight smile.

"That's not all I'm sorry about though," Wanda continued. "I'm sorry I didn't say I loved you back, when we were at the Raft."

Vision's smile faded. "Wanda, if you don't feel that way, I don't want to force you to. I just wanted to let you know how I felt in case our paths never crossed again."

Wanda shook her head. "But, I do feel that way," she almost whispered, placing a hand to his cheek. Slowly, they both moved into a kiss. Both unsure, it only lasted a few seconds before they each pulled away.

"I love you, Wanda," Vision breathed, and took her hand in his.

Wanda leaned her forehead against his as she replied, "I love you, too."

A/N: I couldn't resist giving them a happy ending, because they deserve it. Apologies for not writing from Vision's POV, but he is so hard to write, at least for me, anyway. I did attempt to write part of this chapter about him escaping from the Raft, but it was boring. I imagine he just phased through the glass, altered his appearance, and stole a ship. So there ya go, in case you were wondering. :P

Thank you all for sticking this out with me, and for all of your support. I mean, over 3000 views total, 31 follows, 21 favorites, and 11 reviews?! That's way more than I ever expected. So thank you, so, so much. :)