It makes sense, though. Who would look for her here? They'd expect her to run back to Sokovia or one of the neighboring countries. Borders would be watched, cities with major transit hubs would be on alert, but no one would ever expect her to be hiding in this quaint little cottage in the middle of nowhere.

Wanda smiles - the first real one in a very long time - and reaches up to gently touch Vision's cheek. "It's perfect. I love it." She couldn't have picked a better place if she'd tried, and honestly, it feels good that Vision was paying attention to one of the few things she'd been able to find interest in. There was her music, of course, but her therapist had said she needed to have actual goals not related to being an Avenger and so Wanda had turned to dreaming of places and things she wanted to see: the lavender fields of Provence, the lantern festival in Thailand, everything from sunny shores (once she learned how to swim) to urban expanses.

But she'd never wanted to see them alone, and maybe if everything hadn't gone so horribly wrong she might have asked Vision to go with her. He has such a unique way of seeing the world and finding beauty in the most unexpected of places. Of course she's afraid for him putting his own safety at risk to save her, but she's grateful it's him. Anyone else would only have thought of her physical safety but Vision has taken care to make accommodations for her heart. It's enough to make some part of her melt.

She sighs, winds her arms around his neck, and settles her head carefully onto his shoulder. It's blissfully quiet here: the only physical sounds are birdsong and the wind in the trees and fields, and the only psychic noise is the warm glow of Vision's mind. If this isn't paradise, it must be something close.

How in the world is she going to let him go when the time comes?