Just for a moment, she can ignore the pain of her burns and focus almost entirely on Vision's fingers rhythmically stroking her hair. He's found one of her metaphorical off switches, and if he'd had time to keep it up he might have lulled her to sleep. But the alarm jolts her from her trance and she jumps, clutching Vision tighter. He might feel a tiny, brief surge of power around her hands born of her instinctive urge to protect him.

But there's no real danger; they're just landing. Wanda's still apprehensive, but it's not from any lack of trust. It's just hard for her to imagine that there could be any safe haven for her in the world. The light hurts her eyes, but that smell...

Wanda breathes in deeply. It's fantastic. "The house? Are we...is this France?" Sure, she had a Pinterest folder of places she wanted to go someday, and Provence was definitely featured prominently. But she never thought she'd actually see it, and definitely not under these circumstances.