What Wanda says is true, and Vision knows it. There’s no point in arguing, not even to comfort her. The comfort would be hollow. He won’t offer what holds no substance. He simply cradles her, stroking her hair and offering himself as an anchor. “I know.”

The moment of peace doesn’t last long before a beeping alarm rings out from the cockpit. Vision doesn’t bother releasing Wanda. She’s small and he can easily manage landing the craft with her in his arms. She’s still too weak to walk and he’ll have to carry her once they disembark anyway. He eases the plane down and shuts off the engines. He’s seen Wanda look at pictures of places like this, and he hopes that it will bring her enough peace to ease away the nightmare of the Raft..

“I brought some of your clothes, they’re in the house,” Vision explains. He hits a button and the hatch unlocks. As the door opens the cabin is filled with the scent of lavender on the warm, earthy wind. “You’re safe here, Wanda.”