It's good to see that familiar golden glow and Wanda's other hand reaches out to seek physical reassurance: first to Vision's heart, then the gem on his forehead, then curving around to cup his cheek. He's warm and alive in her hands and a heartbeat later she crumbles into him and buries her face in his neck, all pretense of being strong gone. She had tried to shield him from this, but it wasn't out of a lack of trust. Wanda had just wanted so much better for him. That Vision had survived his first day and remained such a gentle soul was a testament to the strength of his heart. He deserves all the good things in the world, and if this was something she could handle alone, there was no point in worrying him.

"Nightmare," she murmurs, closing her eyes so she can better focus on the gentle warmth of his psychic presence. "But it was...different this time. Not just mine, not just a nightmare. It felt so real..." She is trembling, she realizes, and tries to take slow, deep breaths. What she saw had been terrifying, yes, but it's not going to happen. She won't let it. She won't. If anyone wants to hurt Vision, they'll have to go through her first.

"Are you all right, love? Have you felt anything...strange?"