“I did what I had to do. I did what was right,” Vision replies gently. Wanda’s arms slip around his neck and he does nothing to stop the contact. On the contrary, he sets the medical supplies aside and pulls Wanda close. Deep within his heart, he senses that this will provide more healing than any corporeal balm.

Moving carefully, Vision situates himself on the floor and lifts her into his lap. With anyone else this would have felt strange, but with Wanda it’s as natural as the Earth’s orbit around the sun. Yet, it doesn’t feel like enough. He can still sense the inner turmoil created by her concern for him. “I was careful. They won’t be able to trace my presence.”

His words are only partially true. They won’t be able to trace his presence, but the lack of evidence left behind could eventually point to his involvement.