Vision’s hand still. He closes his eyes for a moment. Wanda’s words have sunk into his psyche and buried themselves deep inside his heart. He should have come sooner; he should never have allowed them to take her in the first place. It will never be allowed again. Wherever she is, he will come to her if she needs him. Though he’s never consciously processed this thought, he sees that it’s already a prime directive in his existence. His eyes open once again, and he turns away from the medical kit to look at Wanda solemnly. “I will always come for you.”

Their eyes remain locked for several seconds, until a sense of intense vulnerability overwhelms Vision. He blinks and returns his attention to Wanda’s injuries. The supplies are limited, but there’s a salve for burns. He squeezes a small portion of the pungent ointment onto a finger, using the action to compose himself.

“May I?” He lifts his hand so that Wanda can see what he intends. He’s not sure of the extent of what she’s endured from her captors, but she’s afraid and he will do nothing to add to that fear.