Even if Wanda's not sure she deserves this, when Vision says it with such conviction, it's impossible not to believe him. And when he looks at her with such intensity, her heart can't help but melt a little more. He is good and kind, and if he hasn't lost faith in her then maybe she isn't such a lost cause after all.
But it still feels like she's dreaming, and Wanda gasps audibly when Vision carries her into the cottage. It looks like something taken straight out of a fairytale or a Disney movie - she's half-expecting the three good fairies to bustle around a corner with even more flowers. It's beautiful, and Vision's right. After so long in that miserable hellhole, being surrounded by pretty things is just the kind of balm for her heart that she needs. Here the Raft feels like a distant nightmare.
(But of course, the most beautiful thing in the cottage is still Vision's mind, even as weighed down by worries as it is.)
The bed he sets her on feels impossibly soft to someone used to sleeping against a steel wall. Later she will enjoy flopping back onto it...but right now she misses being held. As nice as everything in the cottage is, that simple affectionate contact did more for her than all of the scenery combined.
"I understand." And then tentatively she reaches up to lightly touch his cheek. "It's all right, Vision. Do what you need to. And...thank you. For everything. All of this...I could never have dreamed anything better."
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But it still feels like she's dreaming, and Wanda gasps audibly when Vision carries her into the cottage. It looks like something taken straight out of a fairytale or a Disney movie - she's half-expecting the three good fairies to bustle around a corner with even more flowers. It's beautiful, and Vision's right. After so long in that miserable hellhole, being surrounded by pretty things is just the kind of balm for her heart that she needs. Here the Raft feels like a distant nightmare.
(But of course, the most beautiful thing in the cottage is still Vision's mind, even as weighed down by worries as it is.)
The bed he sets her on feels impossibly soft to someone used to sleeping against a steel wall. Later she will enjoy flopping back onto it...but right now she misses being held. As nice as everything in the cottage is, that simple affectionate contact did more for her than all of the scenery combined.
"I understand." And then tentatively she reaches up to lightly touch his cheek. "It's all right, Vision. Do what you need to. And...thank you. For everything. All of this...I could never have dreamed anything better."