Wanda's POV

"Who's Pete?" I asked, following Vision out of the lab and into the main living room. Tony's floor was quite a bit nicer than the compound and ever since the creation of the compound, Tony had used the other floors of the tower for other things. The one directly below him was fitted specifically for visitors, so I wouldn't be surprised if we were told to spend the night downstairs.

"Do you remember the little red, spider-man from the airport?" Vision asked. Bringing up the airport fight was touchy, we typically avoided talking about it, but I nodded nonetheless. "The kid inside has sort of been adopted by Mr. Stark. He lives in Queens, but comes to the tower over the weekends and sometimes during the school week." I nodded, surprised to hear Tony had a sort-of-son. I knew he had been maturing before the fight and I guess he had finally matured to that of a full adult.

"Is he staying here tonight?" I asked. I didn't mind having a kid stay over, but I didn't want him to accidentally reveal my location. If Ross found out I was in the tower, everyone inside would be at risk.

"No, I believe he is only staying for a couple hours," Vision answered. He glanced back at me as we walked into the elevator. "We will remain downstairs until he leaves."

"Good," I replied. We rode the elevator down one floor and got out on the guest floor. It was set up differently than Tony's floor, but was just as big. It had more bedrooms, but Vision and I were likely going to stay in the same one. "What do you think of breakfast for dinner?" I asked, looking at the clock hanging in the kitchen as we walked into it. Vision nodded. I knew he enjoyed breakfast more than any other meal. Something about breakfast was comforting and so we would often have pancakes or such for dinner instead of a regular meal.

"Do you have another location we can leave for in the morning?" Vision asked. He sat at the counter as I walked over to grab the recipe book from beside the fridge. I flipped through, looking for a particular recipe and leaving it open when I found what I was looking for.

"Do you think it would be too dangerous to return to Sokovia?" I replied, looking up from the recipe to him. Vision thought for a moment then shook his head with a smile.

"I do not think it would be dangerous," he told me. I grinned and turned to grab measuring cups from the drawer behind me. "General Ross would likely believe you would avoid your mother country because of what happened there." My smile disappeared, but my back was to Vision so he couldn't tell.

"Then we will return to Sokovia," I said, grabbing the rest of the ingredients I would need to make Monkey Bread Muffins.

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I woke up in a sweat in the middle of the night. My eyes snapped awake as I breathed heavily and sat upright in the bed. Vision woke up immediately but didn't reach out for me right away. I continued to shake and stood up to get away from the blankets that trapped me. Vision stood up but waited for me to turn and reach for him first. He knew better than to hold me immediately after; it often caused more panic.

I began to sob as Vision hugged me. I folded my arms up between us and his arms went around my back, pulling me as close to him as possible. I shook as I cried and felt Vision place one hand on the back of my head, trying to calm me down. He kissed the side of my head once then pulled back just enough so that he could kiss right under my eye where tears streamed.

"Tell me what it was about," he whispered, gently running his hand through my hair. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tighter. I felt him kiss the top of my head. "Wanda?" I shook my head, burying my face in his chest to avoid telling him my nightmare. "Would it be best if I looked myself?" he asked. I shook my head again. I wouldn't have to relive it if he did, but I didn't want him to look himself either. "Do you not want me to know?" I gasped for air, taking a shaky breath and clutching him even tighter in response. "Why not?" he asked, rubbing my back gently.

"You would not like it," I told him, pulling back and facing him. His hands went to my face and he softly rubbed my cheek with his thumb.

"Is it from the Raft?" he asked softly. When I looked away, he got his answer. He lifted my chin and kissed me briefly. "I only wish to know so that I may understand," he told me. I pulled one of his hands from my face and laced my fingers through his. I knew I would have to tell him eventually and now that Ross was chasing us, I knew it was important to tell him just why I couldn't return.

"I will go with you," I told him, looking up and meeting his eyes. He nodded and squeezed my hand gently. I closed my eyes and as soon as I felt him enter my mind, I pulled him into the part of my mind I hid my memories from the Raft.