Her eyelids are heavy, and Vision's mantle has grown oddly soft under her forehead, so Wanda stops fighting to keep her eyes open. For a while, she lets his presence lull her into a feeling of safety, and one of her hands comes to rest on his chest over his heart. There's no material for her to cling to, but the contact still comforts her (even if maybe it isn't right for her to seek comfort from him after what she's done) and the urge to protect him from Ross has made her fingertips glow red with barely-restrained power. She's not even consciously aware of it.
But when the alarms go off, she stiffens in his arms, eyes flying open and her power retreating. She's terrified, even though she does trust him - she knows there are contingency plans to contain all of the Avengers, even if they may not have planned for this scenario specifically. Thankfully, Vision gets them both into their escape vehicle before the guards can reach them.
She's shivering, both from cold and residual fear, and selfishly she really does miss the simple comfort of being held in Vision's arms. The blanket is nice, and it's softer than anything she's touched in weeks (months?), but it doesn't come with the same innate warmth she associates with him. Her fingers have recovered enough circulation to hold it in place, but before Vision can fully draw away from her, she stops him with a hand to his cheek.
"You came for me," she says with an air of wonder, like the events of the past ten minutes haven't fully sunk in yet. "I thought I was never going to see you again." Her brow furrows, and it looks like she'd cry if she had the energy. "I was so scared..."
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But when the alarms go off, she stiffens in his arms, eyes flying open and her power retreating. She's terrified, even though she does trust him - she knows there are contingency plans to contain all of the Avengers, even if they may not have planned for this scenario specifically. Thankfully, Vision gets them both into their escape vehicle before the guards can reach them.
She's shivering, both from cold and residual fear, and selfishly she really does miss the simple comfort of being held in Vision's arms. The blanket is nice, and it's softer than anything she's touched in weeks (months?), but it doesn't come with the same innate warmth she associates with him. Her fingers have recovered enough circulation to hold it in place, but before Vision can fully draw away from her, she stops him with a hand to his cheek.
"You came for me," she says with an air of wonder, like the events of the past ten minutes haven't fully sunk in yet. "I thought I was never going to see you again." Her brow furrows, and it looks like she'd cry if she had the energy. "I was so scared..."