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It had been about a year since the 'war' between Iron Man and Captain America. The two had finally decided to speak about the issues, and although there were many arguments, they finally came to a decision. The government would not control the Avengers, but there were a few rules that the Avengers did have to follow. However, it was nothing Steve couldn't handle.
And one of the first things he did when he moved back into the Avengers mansion was find a way to legally free his friends from the Raft. It took a while, but he and Tony convinced Ross that they would be kept under supervision.
Now, as Steve waited outside of the prison with a Quinjet behind him, he thought of his friends.
Sam, who came out first, hugged Steve with a chuckle and called him the 'Running man'. Steve simply grinned and let Sam tease him before he entered the small plane.
Clint came out soon after, grumbling something about how Steve was a bit late, but they hugged as well, and Clint decided he would drive them back.
Scott was simply having trouble believing that Captain America had come for him. He hugged Steve for way too long, but both men enjoyed the reunion.
Then there was Wanda, who came out with at least twenty guards trailing behind her. She had her eyes downcast, her hair oily and dishevelled. She was way too skinny, and she had bags under her eyes. It was evident she hadn't gotten much sleep at all.
"Wanda," Steve said softly, not wanting to startle her or anything.
Wanda slowly looked up, eyes widening at her friend. "Captain?" She asked in disbelief, slowly stepping towards him.
As soon as she was close enough, Steve pulled her into a tight hug. Although she enjoyed the embrace, she didn't hug him back, nor did she speak. They entered the Quinjet together, although Wanda sat all the way at the back.
Sam and Scott were asleep instantly, since they knew the journey back would be quite a while. Wanda, however, couldn't sleep. She just couldn't relax. She was free from the prison, yes, but everything there was still haunting her.
Not to mention, there was a certain synthetic android on her mind.
Vision was nervous. He didn't really know what nervous felt like, but that was the only way to describe what he was feeling. Captain Rogers was to arrive soon, with his friends in tow. And that included Wanda.
She was so fascinating to him. The way she absentmindedly fiddled with her fingers when she talked, how every ring on her fingers meant something different. She was passionate, not violent. She wished for peace, not war. And he knew he felt something for her, he just didn't know what. Mr. Stark kept telling him he was in love, but he didn't know what love felt like. He didn't even know if he was capable of love.
IHis thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the elevator doors opening, and he slowly turned. Tony was beside him, also patiently waiting for Steve and the others to come back.
The group of people stepped out of the elevator, and they were all kind of clumped together in the living room, as though safety in numbers was important right now.
But Vision saw her, no matter how many people there were.
Vision stared at her, and she stared right back at him.