She looked around the ship, spotting a large metal piece of machinery. Wanda twisted her fingers, picking up, and throwing it to the other end of the ship. Maw turned around, looking for the source of the noise, and Wanda took her opportunity to stand. 
"You get your own," she said, wrapping him in red and slamming him into the wall. She picked up the falling needles in a crimson wave so they raced towards the creature, impaling him. Maw fell, lifeless, a wrinkled pin cushion. 
Stephen fell to the floor immediately, and Wanda raced to him. She helped him up, putting an arm under his. 
"Are you okay?" Wanda asked. 
"What are you doing here?" Stephen grabbed onto her arm, hoisting himself up. "You should've stayed with Wong."
"You're welcome, Stephen."
"You know what I mean," he huffed, "you and I both know how dangerous this is. They could've used your help back there. When Vision came back, there was only one way to get rid of the stone..."
"What are you talking about?"
"He came to me himself. We spoke about similar molecular integrity. If the stone was exposed to a source that parallels its own..."
Wanda only thought about it for a moment, letting it register, and it took her back a little. "I can't. No. I couldn't do that to Vision." 
"I would never suggest that, but..." Stephen shook his head. "We can't waste a single second. We don't have the luxury of choices." Wanda didn't get a chance to second guess what he meant by that before he moved on. "We've got to turn this thing around, get the stone back to the Sanctum where it's safest."
"Any suggestions on how we would fly this thing? You got a book on flying alien spaceships hidden in that cloak?"
A small smile tugged on his lips. "Unfortunately, not."
"He'll be expecting Maw. This ship is set on a course for Titan."
"That could be risky..."
"Fighting on earth is risky. More people get hurt. At least this way the only one getting hurt is him."
He pursed his lips, letting silence sit for a few minutes before speaking. Earth was always the priority. 
Stephen chuckled softly, "Look at you — making decisions for the greater good."
Wanda beamed, batting her eyelashes at him jokingly. "Why, thank you, Doctor..." She walked them over to a raised platform where they could sit down.
"Thank you," he caught his breath, "you know, we'll probably be here for a while. And, I don't like to say it but there is a possibility that we might not...make it. I might want to get something off my chest, in the event..."
"Wait..." Wanda shook her head. "I...we're making out of this alive, Stephen. I'm not going to dramatically say everything I've been feeling in the nick of time before we..." Before they died, she almost said. They weren't going to die. Dying would be a cruel joke for people with magic like theirs. "No—I don't want it to be a goodbye."
"And if it is?"
"We're not having this conversation."
He took her hands. 
"We have to...if it comes down to saving the stone or us— we can't hesitate."
"You can't?" Wanda pulled her hands back, "or you won't?"
"I need you to understand that if it comes down to saving each other or the stone, we have to think about our priorities." 
"Our priorities?" Wanda breathed out. "That sounds a lot like you're suggesting we let each other die."
"I'm saying if...I were to be compromised. I'd want you to do what is necessary to get the stone, and yourself to safety. To protect the universe. I thought you understood..."
"Well, I don't. I don't understand why you'd want me to sacrifice you. Why you'd ever think I would?"  
"I thought you understood that this came with sacrifices."
"I'm not here for a job, thanks. I would've gone to apologize to Stark years ago if I wanted to be employed that badly. But, I wasn't interested in being a martyr..."
"We have to make the right choice."
"The right choice," she mumbled, swallowing a bitter chuckle. Her Sokovian came back in times like these, when she was angry and she wasn't thinking about how to twist her tongue. "I forget that you're a man who prioritizes the wrong things. But...if it was between the world, the universe, whatever...I'm still picking you."
"Hey," Stephen said, and it sounded grave and pleading. He didn't sound this vulnerable often. Wanda turned to him quickly. "You can still be here. That's everything, okay?"
Wanda didn't know what to say. They were drifting in space, standing at each other's feet. She looked into his eyes, and felt like admitting it all, like if they didn't make it out of this it might not be enough to say how her heart was feeling. The words didn't make it out. She nodded, weakly, and they kept floating through the galaxy.