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i want to paint it black
It is a mad plan born out of endless grief. Natasha and Vision are both dead. Steve is lost forever on his quest to restore the infinity stones. Clint is off playing family again. Sam, kind and gentle Sam, tells her to move on. He offers her a place along with Barnes, but only one accepts. Wanda is tired of picking up the pieces and moving on. She did it with her parents, then Pietro, and now.... why should she? Everything has been taken from her. Who is to say whatever she gains next won't meet the same fate?
Wanda starts to search. First, it's for the body. Natasha's old files take her where she needs to go. What she finds there destroys whatever peace is left in her. A cynical person might say loving Vision was the same as loving an object. Maybe there was truth to that in a sense. He only said what she wanted to hear. He recreated himself to be whatever she found attractive in a man. She likes to think she loved him for who he was. Even if she did not, finding a fellow Avenger in actual pieces with their supposed allies was always going to break her.
She searches for Vision's mind in the pieces left. There's none to be found. She nearly walks out until she remembers the rest of Natasha's files. The Black Widow shared so many secrets in death. One of them was an existence of a group much like the Avengers if their only job was managing time. With Stark dead and Banner in the wind again, she has no one to recover Vision's mind much less put him back together. Wanda can think of two people who can. She can also think of someone else connected to them with real power behind them and an incentive to keep them off her radar.
A plan forms through the tears and the world around them explodes with red. Even Wanda can't be sure what exactly she did. She finds herself, whatever is left of the Vision in a town in New Jersey; an empty house lot to be exact. She sits on the grass with the remains scattered around her like puzzle pieces. It only emboldens her to do what must be done. The world explodes in red again as she seeks out the one she needs.
"John Constantine." She doesn't know where she found him exactly. Like with all of Wanda's abilities, she simply desires and wills it to be. The world seems to follow suit. Wanda is slim woman, hardly threatening except for the hum of red in her eyes and gathered at her hands. The world around her seems to bleed red as well, darkening to reflect her heart.
Her lips twist into an unpleasant smile. "The Widow said you were the greatest sorcerer of our time. Is that true?" She knows it must be. Natasha was never one to exaggerate. "I have a job for you."
Wanda starts to search. First, it's for the body. Natasha's old files take her where she needs to go. What she finds there destroys whatever peace is left in her. A cynical person might say loving Vision was the same as loving an object. Maybe there was truth to that in a sense. He only said what she wanted to hear. He recreated himself to be whatever she found attractive in a man. She likes to think she loved him for who he was. Even if she did not, finding a fellow Avenger in actual pieces with their supposed allies was always going to break her.
She searches for Vision's mind in the pieces left. There's none to be found. She nearly walks out until she remembers the rest of Natasha's files. The Black Widow shared so many secrets in death. One of them was an existence of a group much like the Avengers if their only job was managing time. With Stark dead and Banner in the wind again, she has no one to recover Vision's mind much less put him back together. Wanda can think of two people who can. She can also think of someone else connected to them with real power behind them and an incentive to keep them off her radar.
A plan forms through the tears and the world around them explodes with red. Even Wanda can't be sure what exactly she did. She finds herself, whatever is left of the Vision in a town in New Jersey; an empty house lot to be exact. She sits on the grass with the remains scattered around her like puzzle pieces. It only emboldens her to do what must be done. The world explodes in red again as she seeks out the one she needs.
"John Constantine." She doesn't know where she found him exactly. Like with all of Wanda's abilities, she simply desires and wills it to be. The world seems to follow suit. Wanda is slim woman, hardly threatening except for the hum of red in her eyes and gathered at her hands. The world around her seems to bleed red as well, darkening to reflect her heart.
Her lips twist into an unpleasant smile. "The Widow said you were the greatest sorcerer of our time. Is that true?" She knows it must be. Natasha was never one to exaggerate. "I have a job for you."