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[ She dreams.

Two weeks since the jailbreak from The Raft, and they are holed up like a group of stray dogs in a shed outside an abandoned farm in Canada. Steve says their final destination is in a much warmer climate; Wanda satisfies herself with this, despite the temptation to peel back layers for just a bit more information.

She is cold, and tired, and investigating requires resources of energy she no longer has. For once, it isn't difficult to sleep, and though she dreads it... yes, she dreams.

A low, humming warmth takes tangible form beside her, familiar. A child. A man. The shape of him triggers pain, guilt. It is the intimate nature of the hand wrapped around hers that stirs her subconscious to focus. Synthetic, scarlet skin lays in contrast against her own. She turns her head — his eyes greet hers, blue, clear, penetrating. ]

...Vis.

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[ Do androids dream of electric sheep? Do they dream at all? Perhaps a more average android would not, but the mind stone which powers this synthezoid is unpredictable at best, so the Vision dreams.

Or perhaps there's something else at play here, some measure of guilt or longing, for he finds himself with the one person whom his subconscious is occupied with at all times: ] Wanda.

[ His clear blue eyes take in her appearance for a long moment, before he blinks. He isn't sure what mechanism is at play here, causing him to see her, but he can't find it in himself to argue with the semantics. ]

I have... missed you. [ He confesses, voice quiet and even in the darkness of wherever he's found himself. If this is a dream, or if it's reality, no matter what he still must be honest. ]