"Well, it better get real simple real soon," Clint snapped.
                              
"I am on the side of life...evil isn't."
                              
Bruce warned, "If we're wrong about you. If you are a monster..."
                              
"What will you do?" Vision asked, innocently before looking around at their faces - they were frightened of him, "I understand what you are, you are a team. Maybe I am a monster..." 
                              
Pietro looked at Wanda, he gave her a look which told her all she needed to know - to escape while she still could. 
                              
The Vision continued talking, "I don't think I'd know if I were one. I'm not what you are and I'm not what you intended so there may be no way to make you trust me but we're a team now and... You need to fight and not one of you can do it without the others. And I'm here to help."
                              
Vision looked across at Thor's hammer and handed it to him, "We need to go."
                              
"Right," Thor patted Stark on the shoulder, "Well done."
                              
"Wait. Why do we need to go?" Bruce wondered.
                              
"Because Miss Maximoff has escaped," Vision answered. 
                              
"Damn it," Steve uttered.
                              
"That's not very good language, Rogers," Tony said.
                              
"Seriously? Now?" Steve shook his head before picking up his shield, "Three minutes. Get what you need. We know she's in the area now, she can't have gone far."

                              
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WANDA HADN'T GOTTEN far at all, she was still in the area, she had only run to the next street past the Avengers Tower. 
                              
She had known that they would be coming to capture her and take her to some kind of prison where her only fate would be staring into the gaps between the metal, rusty bars all day for endless days.
                              
It didn't take long before she had given up on trying to move fast, Wanda had been running for so long she was getting tired. 
                              
She didn't know where she was or what she was going to do and was contemplating giving up...
                              
She sat on the sidewalk, against the brick wall of a random building. The floor was cold and grainy, she felt the bottom of her dress soak from the still wet mud.
                              
She hugged her knees and dropped her head, she was about to consider falling asleep before she saw golden wisps appear in front of her, they ran in a circle and increased slowly until they were a big glowing wheel of orange fireworks.
                              
She looked around her and no one had noticed the obvious magic going on in front of her, she stood up and was about to start running before the portal caught up with her, swallowing her inside.
                              
Wanda fell to the floor with a grunt, although it wasn't the chilling concrete of bustling New York City anymore. 
                              
It didn't take long for the Scarlet Witch to realise she was somewhere else as she looked down as the floor below her and noticed it was shiny and polished decorative marble. 
                              
She stood up quickly, looking around her for any signs to help her see where she was. There were tall spires and multi-windowed buildings, she was still in New York...just not anywhere near where she was before.