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Wanda wakes up in the night; sometimes screaming, sometimes panting. Her body feels like lead. She wants to get up and move but oh it's so heavy.
Everything is so heavy.
Her mind seeks other minds. Her tendrils gallivant across the Avengers facility. She can feel Steve's loss and Natasha's pain. She can feel Sam's nightmares and Clint's want. She can feel the ravages of Tony's mind and the shaking of Rhodey's. She probes, she searches and
Ah. She feels him and she stops.
Right there.
Calm and gentle with a hint of danger, holding the knowledge of the entire world.
She's home.
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Vision is awake, as he always is. No sleep, no shuteye; eternal wakefulness.
He's waiting.
It's nearly two in the night and it's time for them; the red tendrils to hold on to him, like they do every night.
And there they are. As he feels one slip into his mind, he sighs in relief, opens his mind and
lets them flow
and
lets them ebb.
In those red tendrils of power, his panacea,
he feels wanted,
he feels normal,
he feels at home.