She raised a hand, dancing with her fingers, the scarlet glow of her powers weaved through them, "I am something else. I can't help but think that everyone sees me as something different to what I actually am."
                              
Vision turned away for a moment, then he touched the amber stone in his head softly, "Do you know, I don't know what this is? Not really. I know that it's not of this world, powered Loki's staff, gave you your abilities , but...it's true nature is a mystery. And yet, it is a part of me." 
                              
Wanda sensed his emotions, she had never read someone with their thought so open, so clear, "Are you afraid of it?"
                              
"I wish to understand it," Vision clarified, "The more I do, the less it controls me. One day...who knows? I may even control it."
                              
Wanda bounced on her feet, she stopped herself from getting dragged in too deep, she changed the topic, "I don't know what's in this," she pointed down to the pan, "but it is...not paprika."
                              
"I'm gonna go to the store," Wanda said, "I'll be back in twenty minutes."
                              
Vision was promptly on his feet, he glided in front of her with a whoosh of yellow waving down his body. "Alternatively, we could order a pizza?"
                              
"Vision, are you not letting me leave?" 
                              
His eyes travelled to the ground, "It is a question of safety."
                              
"I can protect myself," She smiled a little, she thought it was cute that he cared for her safety, attempting to move ahead to still be blocked by the android.
                              
"Not yours," He placed a hand on her arm, she took a glance down, she figured it wasn't the worst, though his words changed the meaning of the action, "Mr Stark would like to avoid the possibility of another public incident. Until the Accords are on a...more secured foundation."
                              
She twisted her head up, her gaze caught in his striking ocean eyes, "And what do you want?"
                              
"For people to see you...as I do."
                              
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AS WANDA MAXIMOFF stared into the mirror, she wasn't even sure who she was looking at anymore. 
                              
She was staring at a dark facsimile of herself. Her hair had grown longer, became darker with age, her facial features more defined. The only thing that she truly recognised was her face. 
                              
And even then, it was no longer painted with goth-like makeup and dark lipstick that she liked to wear before...
                              
Her breaths became short and quick as she tried to calm herself down, sweat glided down her forehead and she placed her hands down on the table to steady herself. 
                              
Wanda got panic attacks when she was stressed, it usually only happened when she was younger - before she got her powers. She didn't like having them, it reminded her of when she was naive, weak.
                              
"You're not weak," The accent was American, anyone would have mistaken it for any typical New Yorker except Wanda knew from the distinctive, articulate tone in his voice exactly which one it was. 
                              
"Strange," Wanda felt her heart stop in her chest, "I thought we agreed not to read each other's minds?"
                              
She turned around to face him, surprised to see he was wearing casual clothes. However, the surprise was quickly put aside to notice was how angry he was, he was fuming.