Two of a Kind | Wanda Maximoff

Chapter 16: I Can't Control Their Fear

That night, Wanda left Vision's company and walked back to the solitude of her room. Checking her phone that was sitting on her nightstand charging, she saw the many texts, calls, and voicemail notifications from Jemma. She listened to each message, her heart breaking as she heard the worry in Jemma's voice. She felt bad for hurting Jemma like this after everything she's done for her, but Wanda couldn't escape what she saw in the dream. She locked her phone and placed it back on the nightstand. Walking over to her bookshelf, she picked up the book she had been reading for the past few days and walked over to her window that she had converted into a little reading nook. Turning on the little light she had installed, she sat down and opened her book to the marked page and started reading.

After only getting a few chapters into the book, Wanda heard a loud explosion outside the compound. She dropped the book down and ran out of her room and back into the common room, looking out one of the large windows. Vision was already there, also looking out, as a small fire bloomed in the distance.

"What is it?" she asked somewhat scared.

"Stay here, please," Vision said not looking at her as he phased through the wall and out of the compound, flying toward the explosion. As Wanda stood by the window, watching intently, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and she felt the presence of an intruder. Moving her eyes to her left, seeing the kitchen area, she wrapped her magic around a large knife sitting on top of a cutting board, and hurled the knife behind her, at the intruder. Turning quickly, and seeing who it was, instantly stopped the knife.

The knife stopped inches from Clint's face, and yet he was unphased. He brought his hand up and nudged the knife away from his face, and Wanda's magic released it, letting it clatter to the floor.

"Guess I should've knocked."

"Oh my God," Wanda gasped at see her unofficial adopted father and the fact that she almost killed him. "What are you doing here?"

"Disappointing my kids," he replied as he shot arrows on both sides of the room they were in. "I'm supposed to go waterskiing. By the way, I can ask you the same thing. I went to the apartment and Jemma was a wreak, going on about how you weren't there and hadn't heard from you. You know she's worried sick about you, right? She looked like she was having a panic attack." Wanda felt guilty, but it was for the best. Jemma didn't need to look at the face of the person responsible for Lily's death.

"We...I couldn't stay there anymore, so I came here." Clint sighed.

"We're gonna talk about this later, but right now, we gotta go. Cap needs our help. Come on." Before either of them can walk away, Vision phases back through the wall behind Wanda.

"Clint! You should not be here."

"Really? I retire for, what, like five minutes and it all goes to shit." Vision stepped forward, holding out a hand towards Wanda and Clint.

"Please consider the consequences of your actions." Clint paused and pretended to think.

"Okay, they're considered." Clint pressed a button on his bow, activating an electric forcefield containing Vision. He turned and grabbed Wanda's hand and gently pulled her along. "Okay, we gotta go." Wanda pulled her hand from Clint's and stayed standing in her spot, playing with the sleeves of her shirt, pulling them down to cover her hands; something she did when she was nervous. "It's this way."

"I've caused enough problems," Wanda said, looking down at the floor. Clint jogged back over to her. Wanda looked up to look at him, her green eyes meeting his blue eyes.

"You gotta help me, Wanda. Look, you wanna mope, can go to high school. You wanna make amends, you get off your ass." Wanda's eyes moved from Clint's as she pondered his words. At that moment, Vision broke free of the forcefield by shooting a blast of yellow light from the mind stone. "Shit." Vision instantly engaged Clint, punching him to the floor, but Clint recovered, pulling out a baton. "I knew I should've stretched." He brought the baton up, trying to hit Vision, but it only goes right through him. In an effort to hit his opponent, Clint attempts to punch Vision, though it does nothing. Using the baton again, Clint once more attempts to hit Vision, but the baton breaks. Clint, sighing, kicked at Vision, but his leg went right through him, allowing Vision to put him in a headlock.