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The very first time Wanda saw Vision, was when he was talking to Thor at the Avengers facility.
She'd seen so much, she'd heard so much, she'd felt so much. But never had she been so much:
the girl with the mind powers, the girl with the strange powers, the girl with powers.She was different and even in this group of different individuals, she felt different.
So, when she saw Vision the first time, she felt something.
Something akin to
glee, not because he was different too, but because he was more different from her; she was no more the outcast, he was,
wonder, the sheer power in his frame was astounding, dangerous, even, but the power emanating from his mind was something else entirely: behemoth, vast, unusual and potent,
awe, his power wasn't a manifestation of a stone; he was the mind stone and the mind stone, him,
thrill, the things they could explore, the minds they could create, the sheer knowledge they could uncover, the magic they could unravel,
and hope, the quick powerful thing running across her chest and getting seated in her veins; it's gallop more potent than others for in hope, she could see her and him and a future.
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The last time Wanda saw Vision was at the airport of the fight, with security personnel coming to arrest her and four men banding some kind of device around her chest and manacles around her feet while Vision stood still near the tarmac.
She'd been a weapon of mass destruction and a bringer of chaos. She'd been tied down in a facility by her own, and then brought to war by circumstances and her own choices. Her mind was a cornucopia of worry fear anger death envy hate.
So, when she saw Vision for the last time, she felt something.
Something akin to
devastation brought by loss yet again. Loss of her hard earned freedom, loss of her own, loss of a war, loss of a life she had lived too less,
fear, of the Unknown, of prison cells, of being put in a cage like a wild animal, of not being able to use her powers, of the confined future that faced them,
agony, for the man who she loved, who stood there, let her get tied up, let her be put in bondages, let her go,
and hope, dangerous dangerous hope, the quick powerful thing running across her chest and getting seated in her veins; it's gallop more potent than others for she hoped she'd never met this man, she'd never given her heart to him,she'd never thought of a future with him, she'd never known him,
she'd never
fallen in love
with
him.