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Wanda:
Yelling at the sky
Screaming at the world
Baby, why’d you go away?
I’m still your girl
Holding on too tight
Head up in the clouds
Heaven only knows
Where you are now
He was dead. He was alive. He was dead, again. And I killed him the first time. I thought I was dying, I wasn’t scared. In fact, I embraced it. I would get to see Mama and Papa and Pietro again. I’d stay with Vision.
But then I was alive again. But he wasn’t. Nat wasn’t. But him, Thanos, he was alive. Not for long. I would kill him and then let Vision rest, sleep. Maybe soon I’d join him.
How do I love
How do I love again?
How do I trust
How do I trust again?
I was alive. He was dead. Nat was dead. Tony was dead. Thanos was dead. The list was ever growing. Soon, soon everyone I know will be dead, me included.
I found out where his body was being held. S.W.O.R.D. headquarters. I went there, I wanted to get his body, bury him. They wouldn’t let me. They said he was too precious. A weapon. He was not a weapon. He was a person, the person I loved. I flew down to him, they had their guns trained on me but I didn’t care. They were tearing him apart. I went over. I tried to feel him. I couldn’t.
“I can’t feel you,” I whispered, heartbroken.
Afterall just a few weeks ago, for me, he thought the stone was acting up, but I- I just felt him. I don’t anymore.
I stay up all night
Tell myself I’m alright
Baby, you’re just harder to see than most
I put the record on
Wait ‘til I hear our song
Every night I’m dancing with your ghost
Every night I’m dancing with your ghost
I went back to my car. There was a letter. A house plan, with a note. To grow old in, V.
Except.
Except we wouldn’t.
I turned the radio on. Maybe I’d hear our song, except we didn’t have one. We didn’t have an anniversary. It was like our relationship wasn’t real, like I made him up. I wish he was here, he would make me smile. I mean he did after my brother died, the last of my biological family.
I never got to say good-bye. To him, to Mama, to Papa, to Pietro. Do good-byes really make anything better? Or did they make them worse? Was it better that there was so much left unsaid or better that you said them, you knew, but you couldn’t do anything about it.
How do I love
How do I love again?
How do I trust
How do I trust again?
How was I supposed to live? With no one. No family. Yes I had the Avengers but they weren’t really my family, Vision was. But Vision was gone... right?
Hayward did say something about me being able to bring him back to life…
But would he want that? Would he remember me killing him, because it was needed yes, but still failing at my one job. Not letting the titan get the stone.
I stay up all night
Tell myself I’m alright
Baby, you’re just harder to see than most
I put the record on
Wait ‘til I hear our song
Every night I’m dancing with your ghost
Every night I’m dancing with your ghost
I started the car.
I started driving.
I left Vision behind.
But did I?
How do I love
How do I love again?
How do I trust
How do I trust again?
I saw the town. The town he wanted us to live in, start a family, grow old, die together in. There weren’t that many people. They looked quite sad, dejected.
I kept driving to the lot.
There was nothing there.
We were gonna start over here. I walked over, I opened the letter, I fell to my knees. I cried and cried and cried.
I stay up all night
Tell myself I’m alright
Baby, you’re just harder to see than most
I put the record on
Wait ‘til I hear our song
Every night I’m dancing with your ghost
Every night I’m dancing with your ghost
My powers exploded out of me.
There was a house in the lot now.
It happened again.
But suddenly Vision was there. He was smiling.
“Welcome home Wanda,” he told me.
Because that’s where I was, home.