The next few days were pretty uneventful for Wanda. She noticed that the rest of the team currently wasn't at the compound, and that it was just her and Vision, which she didn't really mind. It was less people to explain her current situation to, so she was grateful for the solitude. She didn't really do anything within the past few days; she mostly stayed in her room reading a book or watching TV. Vision came every so often, bringing her food and convincing her to play chess with him (he always won).

Wanda sat in the common room across from Vision, chess board them. Most of Wanda's white pieces had been captured by Vision's black pieces and sat close to him on his side of the table. Wanda laughed as Vision made his move, capturing her last rook. He looked up at her as he moved her piece off the board, giving her a warm smile.

"You aren't that good at this game, are you?" he asked her playfully, Wanda's smile growing bigger.

"Well, it is hard when you're playing against a literal computer," she replied cocking her head to the side, her words dripping with the same level of playfulness. Vision laughed at her response as he watched her, waiting for her move. Wanda looked at the board and her pieces. Most of her pawns were gone as were her two rooms, one bishop, and her knights. Her queen sat in the middle of the board, diagonal from his one rook. She wanted to move her queen and take his rook as revenge for him taking hers, and when she went to move her queen, she noticed Vision's head flinch.

"What?" she asked him, still smiling.

"I don't think that would be the best move," he said as he looked at the board.

Wanda looked between him and the board as an idea formed in her head. She moved her hand away from her queen and moved it over to her last bishop, looking at Vision's face. Upon seeing her movement, his face contorted into uncertainty. She once again moved her hand and brought it over to one of her pawns, the one closest to his king. Vision's face didn't flinch as it had before, and Wanda took that as her go-ahead to move. She moved her pawn up one space, moving it to the same level as Vision's king.

"Good move," he commented as he looked at the board, working out which piece to move. His red hand moved towards his queen and a big grin was plastered on his face. Wanda frowned slightly at his sudden change, confusion sweeping through her. Vision grasped his queen and dragged the piece across the board and dramatically knocked over Wanda's queen.

Wanda's mouth hung open in shock as the A.I. took her queen away to his side of the table. Once he stood it next to all the other piece he captured, he looked over at Wanda, smiling victoriously as he playfully challenged her to make her move. Wanda, getting over the shock of losing her most powerful piece, sighed as she looked at the board. She was going to lose.

"You know I've already mentally given up, right?" she asked Vision as she tried to concentrate.

"Oh, come on. You still have a chance. You're not defeated yet; fight till the last man." Wanda made her move, moving the same pawn as before one space forward, making it reach the end of the board. Vision looked at her, waiting for her to continue. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Which piece do you want?"

"What do you mean?" Vision explained to her that if a pawn reached the opponent's side of the board, the player can promote their pawn for any other piece of its color besides the king. Wanda smiled, happy by the surprise and chose her queen. Vision swapped out the pawn for the queen, placing it gently on the same square.

The game lasted a little longer, though Vision was still the winner, but Wanda didn't care. She smiled proudly at her friend, congratulating him on his victory. They spent the rest of the day together, playing different games and reading books; just enjoying each other's company.

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.

"Clint, you can't overpower me," the A.I. said, holding Clint tightly in the headlock, not giving him an edge to get out. Clint smiled as he slightly struggled to breathe.

"I know I can't," he wheezed out. "But she can." Vision directed his attention to Wanda, who stood in front of him, twirling a ball of red energy. With each wiggle of her finger, the little ball grew a little larger in size. Wanda's eyes glowed a light red as she used her magic. Vision looked at her sadly, knowing that he couldn't let her leave.

"Vision, that's enough. Let him go. I'm leaving," Wanda said, trying to sound strong, but on the inside she was scared.

"I can't let you," Vision said strongly, still holding Clint. Wanda moved her hands apart, the glowing red ball floated in the middle. Vision's body started glowing a deep shade of red, as his hold on Clint weakened, and Clint's body slipped through Vision's.

"I'm sorry." Vision's body then solidified, Wanda's magic weighing him down. He slowly was brought to his knees.

"If you do this...they will never stop being afraid of you." His weight now pressed into the floor, denting and breaking the tiles. Wanda's magic still pressed down on him. Her face twisted in agony as she put all she had into her powers.

"I can't control their fear, only my own." Wanda stepped closer to Vision and gave her magic one final push, sending Vision straight through the floor and several floors beneath, descending through the compound. Wanda relaxed slightly, feeling a little bit of a headache start to form. She looked down at the many holes she made, Clint joining her.

"Oh...Come on. We got one more stop." He grabbed her hand and gently led her out of the compound and into a grey van. Wanda tilted her head in confusion, having never seen the archer drive a van.

"What's this?" she asked, her Sokovian accent poking through just a little bit. Clint smiled as he opened the driver's seat and got in.

"It's our ride. Hop in." Wanda reluctantly got into the passenger seat, propping her feet on the dashboard.

"Okay. Where to now?" Clint smirked at her but didn't answer. "Fine, don't tell me."

"I'll tell you, once you tell me what happened between you and Jemma." Wanda stiffened and looked out her window, suddenly feeling quiet.

"I don't really want to talk about, Clint." Clint could hear the change in her voice and the little sniffle she let out. He sighed sympathetically and looked over at Wanda. He noticed her bring a hand up to her face and wipe away a tear.

"Come on, Wanda. Tell me what happened. Did you two get into a fight?" He knew she didn't want to talk about it, so he hoped that if he guessed it, she'd open up. Wanda shook her head.

"Not exactly."

"Well, then, what? I'm not gonna leave it alone. She said that when she woke up you were gone; no note, no phone call, nothing. She said she tried texting you and calling you and you never answered. Then she said she tried calling Steve, but he wasn't answering...and I started to get worried listening to her." Clint sighed as he ran a hand through his hair roughly. He was getting upset. "I thought something happened to you. I was freaking out the whole time I was driving to the compound. I kept thinking, 'She's gotta be here, she's gotta be here. What if she's not here?' How did you even get to the compound?" Wanda turned her head and stared out the windshield.

"I took a cab."

"You...you took a cab. What time did you leave?"

"I don't know. It was around four in the morning. I got to the compound close to five." Clint was silent for a few minutes, processing the information, before he spoke again. He was frustrated, angry, and worried, and he tried not to yell at Wanda.

"You can't just run away in the middle of the night, Wanda. Anything could've happened to you. Do you realize that? Do you realize that literally anything could've happened to you? You could've been hurt or worse." Clint shook his head, ridding the thoughts of Wanda being hurt or killed or worse in the streets of New York. "Help...help me understand, Wanda. Help me understand why you did it. What were you even thinking?" He tried to calm down. He knew how Wanda worked; she didn't do anything without a good reason and yelling at her was the surest way of making her clam up.

"I...I found out that Jemma blames me for what happened with Lily." Wanda looked down at the floormats of the car. She tugged on her sleeves again, hiding her hands, and played with her many rings. Clint looked over at her quickly before looking back to the road.

"What do you mean she blames you? Jemma never once blamed you. She told you that, many times. Where did you get that idea?"

"...I looked into her head—"

"What did I tell you about doing that?" Clint asked sternly, scolding her like she was a child and he was her father.

"I'm sorry. It's...just she was having a nightmare, and I thought that if I saw what it was, then I could help her. But...when I looked into her head and saw it, I knew the truth, so I had to leave."

"And what was this 'truth'? What did you see?" Wanda took a deep breath, preparing to tell Clint what she saw.

"First I saw Sokovia, after Ultron. It was destroyed. There was no one around, except for one person. Then the scene changed and I was in the apartment. I went to Jemma's room and I found her and Lily together, and they looked so...happy. Jemma looked so happy. I've never seen her as happy as I did then. She and Lily were talking and laughing, and then..." she paused, taking a deep breath to steady herself. Clint glanced over at her, checking to see if she was okay. He knew she was prone to panic attacks, and he was ready to pull over at a moment's notice. "Then, the ceiling of the apartment started to crumble and fall, like the building in Sokovia. Lily pushed Jemma out of the way, and she was crushed. Then, I guess I caused it because I appeared in the room with glowing red eyes and my magic twirling around my hands. I...I told Jemma it was her fault this happened, and she said it was mine. She blamed me. She...blamed...me."

"Just because it happened in a dream, doesn'tmean that that's how she really feels," Clint said gently. He pulled the vanover and turned in his seat to face Wanda. Placing a comforting hand on herupright knee, Clint gave her a soft look. "She doesn't blame you, Wanda.Jemma's still hurting, and she'll be hurting for a long time. And while I'msure it may hurt her to see you at times, I know for a fact that she does notblame you. No one blames you for what happened, okay. No one. The only thatblames you, is you. If you keep holding onto this hurt, you'll neverheal. You need to let go, Wanda. It's the only way you'll get better." Clintlooked Wanda in the eyes before leaning over and bringing her into his arms. Aftera few minutes of holding the young girl, Clint pulled away and the two of themcontinued on their way to their next stop.