When Natasha had asked her where she wanted to be dropped off for her secret little rendezvous with you-know-who, Wanda had difficulty containing her excitement. Vision had suggested Italy at their last meeting, and Wanda had happily agreed to it. It was one of the few countries she had told Vision she wished to visit someday. Even when it felt like a pipe dream after being trapped inside of the four walls of the Avengers Compound, she still dreamed, and Vision only enabled those dreams into a reality.
Natasha could spare her a handful of days before she needed to pick her up and take her to the opposite side of the world. But Wanda knew the handful of days that awaited her were going to feel like weeks and months.
After reassuring Natasha that she and Vision agreed to meet each other in the city rather than where the Quintet would drop her off, she walks along the side of the road, keeping her mind peeled for a little inkling of him. She tries to keep her mind clear and the tension away from her shoulders, but Wanda can never help but take Natasha's lessons keeping her eyes peeled and her senses alert to heart, especially when she was sneaking within the shadows and the bright light of day.
When she reaches the end of the street, she turns the corner and stops. She can't help but smile. Wanda could recognise him in the dark. Standing tall with his back to her, she eyes him curiously to confirm that the lines of his shoulder are, in fact, Vision's before she lets herself feel the excitement that she always feels when she sees him now.
On the softest of feet, she quickly approaches him before tapping him on the shoulder.
"Vis," she says quietly as though the city itself will alert Stark and S.H.I.E.L.D. of their whereabouts. Wanda wishes she could stop smiling, but she peers up at him eagerly, dressed much like the people bustling around them.
( I'D GIVE YOU MY WORLD. )
When Natasha had asked her where she wanted to be dropped off for her secret little rendezvous with you-know-who, Wanda had difficulty containing her excitement. Vision had suggested Italy at their last meeting, and Wanda had happily agreed to it. It was one of the few countries she had told Vision she wished to visit someday. Even when it felt like a pipe dream after being trapped inside of the four walls of the Avengers Compound, she still dreamed, and Vision only enabled those dreams into a reality.
Natasha could spare her a handful of days before she needed to pick her up and take her to the opposite side of the world. But Wanda knew the handful of days that awaited her were going to feel like weeks and months.
After reassuring Natasha that she and Vision agreed to meet each other in the city rather than where the Quintet would drop her off, she walks along the side of the road, keeping her mind peeled for a little inkling of him. She tries to keep her mind clear and the tension away from her shoulders, but Wanda can never help but take Natasha's lessons keeping her eyes peeled and her senses alert to heart, especially when she was sneaking within the shadows and the bright light of day.
When she reaches the end of the street, she turns the corner and stops. She can't help but smile. Wanda could recognise him in the dark. Standing tall with his back to her, she eyes him curiously to confirm that the lines of his shoulder are, in fact, Vision's before she lets herself feel the excitement that she always feels when she sees him now.
On the softest of feet, she quickly approaches him before tapping him on the shoulder.
"Vis," she says quietly as though the city itself will alert Stark and S.H.I.E.L.D. of their whereabouts. Wanda wishes she could stop smiling, but she peers up at him eagerly, dressed much like the people bustling around them.