Chapter 1

As the quinjet landed back at the Avengers compound, Vision and Wanda were the first ones to descend off of it. Wanda reached for his hand in a tight grasp. He pulled her hand up to his crimson lips, softly kissing her knuckles before leading them off the aircraft.

The rest of the team followed at a much slower pace. They were still trying to process everything that happened. The deaths, loss, and catastrophic destruction Thanos wrecked upon them was enough to cause someone to question everything, but yet everything is fine. Thanos' actions were undone and Earth is safe again... for now.
The team just wanted to clean up, recover and gather their thoughts. Find out what the next step is, if there is one at all.

Vision and Wanda had other plans that needed addressed immediately.

Vision leads them to Wanda's room. He opens the door and ushers her in. She walks in and notices everything looks exactly the same as she left it. She could feel the emptiness of the room. The last time she was here she wasn't a fugitive...

The only light in the room comes from the window by her bed, where the moon shines in and makes its presence known.

As Vision locked the door, Wanda turns around and he approaches her. He immediately cups her face, bringing her lips to his. They can both feel the lustful energy pulling them together like magnets. After everything they've been through in the past 24 hours, this is the only thing they know they can do. Show each other that they are both here. Alive.

Wanda pulls back, gasping for air, looking up into his eyes, "Vis, we need to talk."
"Later," He quickly responds, pulling her lips back to his.

She breaks his grip again, taking his face into her own hands, forcing him to meet her eyes. As she tries to catch her breath, she can see his patience isn't really present in that moment like it normally is.

"Vis, please. It's okay. I am right here with you. You've been through enough today. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to. I'm not forcing you to do anything... You need to rest."

She has never seen him like this: frazzled, overwhelmed, confused. Most of all: fear. Fear of none of this being real. Fear that he isn't really here and that Wanda isn't here with him. He's terrified she is going to disappear into dust at any given moment. It takes everything he has to convince himself that this isn't just a dream of some sort. Of all his beautiful features on his face, unease is all she sees. It shatters her heart to see him in such a state, but she can't deny she feels exactly the same.

Running his hands through her hair, he quickly says "Wanda... I don't want to talk about today. Not yet. I don't know what to think of it or how to even begin processing it. I don't know about anything else other than you and me. Right here and now. The last thing I want to do is rest right now."

She feels tears brim in her eyes, her lips begin to tremble.

"Wanda, please. Be with me. I'm not angry with you. You did everything right... I just want to forget everything except for us. I just... just want to feel you... please." He whispers "I want to know your here with me. I want to show you I'm here with you too."

He can see she's hesitant and he knows why. It's not that she doesn't want to. She wants nothing more than to have his weight on top of her, physically showing each other that they are still here together. Mentally telling each other unspoken words of sorrow, love, and assurance. Their love is still here. The bond they formed still exists. She just doesn't want him to be overwhelmed with emotions he hasn't felt before as well as angst and anger over this whole ordeal. She thinks they need to process the events that happened today and where they go from here. She is still trying to comes to terms with what she was forced to do herself, which included killing the only person she has ever loved the way she loved him. Then forced to watch him die again... literally destroyed her soul.

It amazed her how even after she was forced to destroy the mind stone, killing him in the process, he still wanted her.

However, seeing his desperation in his eyes, pleading for her, wanting her, all of her thoughts faded away except for the thoughts of what she wanted to do with him. She wanted nothing more than him in that moment. She always wanted him, but after today, she doesn't know how to help him other than to give him this. Using their bodies as ways to comfort one another as assurance to them that everything is okay. She knows she needs this too. They deserve each other, even at their most vulnerable state.

With those thoughts in mind, Wanda reached up to pull him against her lips and her body. He reaches down and lifts her up, her legs wrap around his waist so that he's not bending down as far. He walks them to her bed and lays her down, assisting her in removing her clothes as he makes his own disappear...

Several hours later, they find each other covered in sweat, exhausted, yet still not 100% satisfied. They both felt better, though. They laid facing each other, constantly touching and feeling one another.

Vision has one arm wrapped around her waist, the other being used as a headrest for Wanda. He finds himself tangling his hand in her hair, preventing her from escaping his gaze and position against him. Wanda runs a hand over his face, tracing every detailed feature of his crimson face that she has studied numerous times. They can't get enough of him. Especially now.

Their mental connection is still there, feeling each other's emotions and thoughts. They normally make small talk after proving to each other their love for one another, but this time, they just let their actions do the talking for them.
Neither one planned on moving away from each other anytime soon. They lost track of time long ago.

The rest of the team knew not to bother them. They both have been through more than anyone should ever be forced to do. Time will heal their wounds, but it wouldn't take away that memory that was forever embedded in both of their memories.

Wanda looking into his eyes as she was killing him would cause her unease for the rest of her life, but watching Thanos rip the stone from his head and the life drain from his body would haunt her forever. Vision watching Wanda complete such a gut wrenching, heart-breaking task causes him pain too. He knows he can never ask her to do such a thing ever again. No matter the cost.
They both can't go through such traumatic tasks again. It would most definitely be the end for them both.

Rain began to pour down the windows like running paint. It brought a sense of calm into the room. The only sounds were their breathing and Wanda's heartbeat that Vision listening to, his head lying on top of her chest. It's almost a sense of ease and comfort for him. Wanda is holding him against her, running one hand up and down his vibranium skin. For the first time since Scotland, they are both content.

But suddenly, Wanda breaks the silence to say, "I think we need to leave..."
Vision lifted his head from its place on her chest, looking up at her.
"The Avengers?"

Notes:

I'm not sure what I'm going to do with this yet. Leave it as a one-shot or maybe a mini series? Series of different one-shots? Please let me know your thoughts!

I love Wanda and Vision so much and they deserved so much better. Their final moments together in the movie destroyed my heart. I so needed a different ending from the movie.

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