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♡Heavenly shades of night are falling, it's twilight time/Out of the mist your voice is calling, it's twilight time♡
Wanda trekked drearily through the dark hallway, tugging her sleeves down and swiping at the sticky dried tears on her face. She was hungry, though not having eaten in several days the sharp pangs of hunger had subsided into waves of hollow nausea as her body accepted it's fate. Somehow that was distantly soothing to her, it reminded her of Pietro when they were kids, so very often overlooked by the foster families that were supposed to be caring for them so they were forced to scrounge for scraps like emancipated street dogs. At least then she hadn’t been alone then. Heavy rainfall pattered on the roof and she exhaled, feeling harshly empty. Nighttime was the only remotely safe time for her in the compound, she could be free from prying eyes and empathetic whispers when everyone was asleep, and so this was when she unwound herself from her place amongst her sheets and trudged on. She walked unseeingly through what seemed like endless corridors and hallways through her unfocused eyes until she found herself standing mindlessly in the middle of the kitchen. Her puffy eyes settled numbly on the kettle and she pursed her lips as her stomach rumbled lowly once again, then she zoned out, her tired mind whisking her away.
"Miss Maximoff, are you hungry?"
She started at the sudden noise as it pulled her from her thoughtless daze and turned, arms crossed and anxiously tugging at her sleeves. It was only Vision. A tiny sigh of relief escaped her, and she felt the tightness in her chest release a bit. She didn’t know if she could handle anyone else.
“Vision. I didn't hear you come in." Her voice broke and she slid into a barstool, looking away from him. She knew he was likely to cross paths with her at some point seeing as he did not appear to sleep, much if at all. From what she could tell, he seemed to keep to himself even if it wasn’t by choice. He roamed the halls like a ghost.
"I was quiet, you seemed to be deep in thought, I didn't wish to disturb you but your stomach was making quite a fuss and you have been missing meal times since arriving and I simply-"
Wanda gripped the counter and swiveled weakley in the stool to look at Vision where he stood. He was standing stiffly in the doorway as if he wasn't sure if he was allowed past the threshold, rambling on and on about how he hoped he wasn't intruding or prying.
"Yes " Her tired eyes locked with his mechanical blue ones and he stopped talking and tilted his head.
"You are responding to which question, I apologize, I seem to have asked several before receiving a response."
"Yes. I am hungry." Her voice was barely over a whisper, but truth be told she could have cared less. She was tired and weak and had nothing left to lose.
“I could heat you up some soup if you'd like? It will go down rather quick and it should make falling asleep easier after you are finished." He moved confidently now, retrieving a can of soup from the pantry and emptying its contents into a bowl.
"No, I don't want to sleep." She sighed, a lump forming in her throat at the thought of the nightmares that awaited her.
"You are unwell, soup and sleep should help you regain your health…"
"Vision, do you think you could make me a cup of tea?" She disregarded his rambling again as he placed the now steaming bowl of soup in front of her.
"Of course."