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After she had finally speaking of all the troubles that plagued her mind, Wanda couldn't help but start to cry, only lightly, but Vision could tell the real weight of her tears. It was a foreign thing to see her like this, usually she would just keep herself composed around the rest of the Avengers - sure she did seem to have a somber, withdrawn aura sometimes - yet she had never been this forward with her feelings. And to be perfectly honest, the synthezoid was stumped, for what felt like the first time, on how to respond.
Without any sort of reasoning, he slowly lent into her. Something in him - possibly instinctual memory - said that she needed physical comfort. He remembered from the stories tinged with nostalgia of her brother that he would always embrace her when she was scared. She had told those stories many times, whilst twirling red between her fingers. So, that was what he did. And as soon as he did it, she gently let her head rest into his shoulder. The tendrils of her chestnut hair draping onto his sweater-clad torso. He let his hand run over her hair in a calming repetition, one that mimicked the pitter-patter of her heart.
After thinking about what he should say, something that would not ruin whatever moment had built up, he spoke,
"You know, Wanda, It is all very well to keep all these things to yourself, but you do seem to be putting me out of a job."
She looked up from his shoulder with watery eyes and let a small smile, one that spoke a thousand words, grace her lips and then she let a soft laugh escape them. It was a sound that would be etched into his memory for as long as he functioned.
"Thank you." She said.
And then again they fell into the beautiful silence of enjoying each other's company.