Wanda finally felt complete again — Like all the pieces had fallen back into place. Her heart was mended and her lungs had been filled with air once more. Life had been restored to the woman who had become merely a shell of herself in the absence of her soul. Living without Vision wasn’t living at all, it was simply existing. She had been tired of existing for so long. Tears rolled down Wanda’s soft cheeks, staining them as she release all of her grief. There was no need for it to live in her heart any longer, not when the love of her life was standing before her once again. “I missed you more than you will ever know.” She told him, knowing that it was true. Her sorrow had been unfathomable even for her. As the tears continued to fall, her smile broke through. Wanda’s eyes didn’t once leave Vision’s out of the fear that if she looked away she may never see them again. They had been given so many chances, and now another. With this one she would make sure nothing happened to him. “Please don’t leave me again.” She whispered, leaning in to kiss him.
Vision reached up to caress her cheek, catching a teardrop with the pad of his thumb. He was, technically, capable of producing tears, but he had yet to weep -- at least not in this form. But watching Wanda cry, knowing that he had been, at least inadvertently, the cause of her distress, made his throat ache as if he might cry himself. “I won’t, I promise you,” he said, although he was not entirely sure how he could keep that promise. It wasn’t as though he’d intended to leave her before. He slipped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer as she leaned in to kiss him, pressing his lips against hers. “I am right here,” he murmured, his mouth brushing against hers as he spoke. “I will do whatever I have to do to stay with you.” He brightened a little as something occurred to him. “I have seen Billy,” he said. “We went for ice cream.” He paused, considering. “Well -- of course, I did not have ice cream. But it was nice to sit with him while he enjoyed some.”