A Vision of a Rose

New Problems

He began to speak, but his body grew limp. His hand that rested on the side of my face fell to the ground.

I woke up screaming. I quickly buried my face in my hands, trying to stop crying.

A familiar warmth surrounded me and I knew it was Vision, like the past nights.

"Vision," I sobbed as he pulled me to his chest.

"It wasn't real," Vision whispered soothingly in my ear. "Clint's not dead. And neither are the others."

"It wasn't him this time," I said softly. I looked up him, tears still glistening in my eyes. "It was you. My powers killed you."

"I trust you," Vision said gently, wiping my tears away with his thumbs and then moving a strand of hair out of my eyes. "I know you can control your powers now. I've seen you do it."

"One tiny slip and everything's gone," I warned. "My powers are still not a hundred percent stable. I've got to train more still. I'm scared, Vision. I'm scared to mess up and lose everything and everyone I care about. I'm scared that I'll be totally alone, and it'll be all my fault. I'm scared that there'll be no one left who'll help me, care for me, protect me."

Vision looked upset and he hugged me tightly without speaking.

I returned the hug. "Don't leave me," I breathed.

"I won't," Vision replied. "Sleep. When you wake, I'll still be here. I promise."

Slowly, I let sleep overtake me, once again feeling safe in Vision's arms.

When I woke up, light was streaming through the window, Vision looking outside.

"How did you sleep?" he asked as he felt me begin to stir, looking down at me.

"Better," I said. I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder. "Didn't have any more nightmares."

"That's good," Vision said. "Breakfast will start soon. I will see you there."

I nodded and got to my feet, watching Vision sink through the floor and leaving me alone.

After I got dressed, I started my usual routine: met Clint at the end of the hallway and the two of us walked to breakfast together. I had finally gotten off of my crutches so once we got to the new base, I could start my therapy sessions. We didn't talk about the party last night or the fact that I was without my crutches, like what I had thought: instead, Clint told me about moving to the new location.

"I guess it's a good thing that I don't have a lot of stuff, then," I commented as we walked. "I could fit everything in a backpack."

We reached breakfast and got food, sitting down to eat.

Clint nodded to one of the doors when we were nearly done. "Look who's coming in," he remarked, smirking.

I turned and saw Vision walk in.

"He said that he'd help you with your moving," Clint said. "Found me last night after the party. We talked for a bit. Of course, I had to give him the 'I'm her big brother, mess with her or hurt her, you won't like it' talk."

I smiled. "You're a good brother, you know that?" I pointed out.

"So I've been told, more than once," Clint replied as he got to his feet, his plate empty. He grabbed it. "I'm going to get seconds." He waved to Vision and then walked away.

"He's leaving you?" Vision asked as he walked to the table, sitting down in an empty seat.

"Getting more food," I clarified, picking at my food, not really hungry.

"You should eat more," Vision suggested, seeing my nearly-full plate. "Long day today."

"My appetite isn't here today," I said, setting my fork down and folding my arms on the table. I suddenly felt exhausted. "I don't feel well."

"Nor do you look too well," Vision added, placing a hand on my back. "Have you told him?" He glanced at Clint waiting in line, talking with Pietro and Wanda as they waited for food.

I shook my head. "Too scared," I answered. "And I'm not going to tell him while I'm not feeling well." Trying to change the subject quickly, I said, "You're not going to get food?"

"I don't need to eat yet," Vision responded. "I eat every few days. My body doesn't need it as much as your's does, along with sleeping. Tomorrow, I'll eat, though."

I nodded, running a hand down my face. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Vision watched me with a slight worry. I saw Clint returning and began to eat again to not show him anything, though I knew that if I didn't tell him soon, about my dream and not feeling well, Vision would tell him for me.

"Man, am I hungry today," Clint observed with a chuckle as he dug into his second plate. "The biscuits are just right today: light and fluffy, warm, chewy. And the seasoning on the meat, excellent." He was definitely in a good mood. "How's it going, Vision?"

"It's going good," Vision said, looking away from me to look at Clint. "Is all well for you?"

"Today's perfect," Clint said. "Nothing could go wrong. I've never seen the new base. Today's the first time I'll see it. I'm excited about it."

"I've only heard what Tony's bragged about it," Vision said. "Knowing him, I have high expectations."

"What do you think about the new base, Rosie?" Clint asked as he looked at me.

I was about to reply when the ground suddenly spun around me and I collapsed, passing out.

Vision was quick to catch me as I fell, both he and Clint quickly getting to his feet.

"What happened!?" Clint exclaimed, his good mood suddenly dropping.

"She said she wasn't feeling well," Vision said. "Come, everyone's staring. We should take her to the infirmary."

Clint nodded, walking next to Vision as he carried me out of the room. "Did anyone mess with her drink last night?" he said, struggling to keep up with the android's quick pace.

"No," Vision replied. "I made sure of it. I kept watch when she wasn't paying as much attention. No, I think this is something that has to do with Ultron."

"But he's gone," Clint pointed out. "You finished off the final one of him."

"Indeed I did, but there's still the physical aspect that he left behind, her injuries that were inflicted upon her before she was able to escape," Vision said. "And the mental pain that he could have left."

"But she told me that he only challenged her the day she escaped," Clint said.

"Yes, that's what she said, but maybe she wasn't saying everything," Vision put in.

The two reached the infirmary and Vision placed me on one of the beds.

"Maybe Miss Maximoff can help us out," Vision said, turning to Clint.


"You have no chance at stopping me by yourself."

I screamed in pain as I felt something cut into my left shoulder blade. I tried to move, but the iron-strong grip kept me still.

"You will be the reason I keep coming back."

Something small and metallic was inserted under my skin.

"And the others will never know. By the time they find out, it'll be too late."

More pain came through me as my skin was fused back together.

"You'll know when I'm returning. And you'll be under my control."

The hand shoved me roughly to the ground. Before I could move, I got an injection right where the object was placed.

"No one will stop you. They'll be too scared to hurt you."

"No," I whispered, voice shaking.

"Your nightmares will be a reality. You are now under my command. I can now use your body and when I get stronger, I turn you more like me."

"I'll fight it," I said, trying to sound brave, but feeling quite the opposite.

"Your funeral."

A metal hand came flying to my face and then everything turned black.


A bright light was shining right in my eyes when I woke up. I shut my eyes tightly and looked away, a hand blocking the light from my eyes.

"She's awake," Clint said, turning the light off and pushing it aside.

"I did not find anything," Wanda said. "Whatever happened, something's blocking it from my control."

"How are you feeling, Rose?" Vision asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"He's the enemy. He and the others."

"Get out of my head," I groaned out loud, my hands covering my face.

Vision and Clint looked over at Wanda but she shook her head. "I have been out for awhile," she said. "Whatever she's talking about, it's not me."

"Not her," I said. "Him."

"Who's 'him'?" Vision said.

"Don't tell him. Don't tell anyone."

"Him," I repeated, mentally fighting the voice in my mind, two different thoughts from two different people.

"We need more than that," Clint said. "Whoever it is, Wanda can't track it."

"She couldn't to begin with."

"Go away!" I exclaimed, both aloud and in my mind, sitting up quickly, my head in my hands.

My sudden gesture startled everyone, them taking a step back.

"Fight them. They are not your friends."

I got to my feet, looking from Clint to Wanda and finally to Vision. Once our eyes locked, he knew right away something wasn't right.

"I do not wish to inflict pain on you, so please, let me apprehend you without physical conflict," he said.

"Arrest my sister?!" Clint replied. "Vision, are you mad?!"

"Trust me," Vision answered, eyes still locked with mine. "Something is not right with her appearance. We need to secure her to make sure she doesn't hurt herself or anyone else."

"Fight them! Now!"

Clint told Wanda something and she nodded, darting out of the room.

I staggered back as Vision approached me, trying to keep from letting the voice use my powers against them. "Stay away," I whispered. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I trust you," Vision said as he held out a hand, repeating what he told me last night after the nightmare. "I know you can control your powers. I've seen you do it."

I continued to move back from him, shaking my head quickly. "Vision, please! I don't want you hurt!" I cried. "I don't want to risk it!"

In the blink of an eye, Vision crossed the distance between us and clamped his hands on my shoulder. "It's a risk I want to take," he said. Before I could reply, he pressed his lips to mine.

I froze, not expecting this from him. For a moment, the voice was gone from my mind and I was able to think clearly for myself, allowing myself a moment to return and enjoy his kiss.

But the moment he pulled away, the voice was back.

"I think I'm going to be sick. Have to take matters into my own hands I see."

My eyes glowed and before either of us could react or I could try to stop the voice, it made me cast a spell that sent Vision flying across the room and slamming into a wall.

"I'm sorry," I whispered as he shook his head, looking up at me as he got back to his feet. Before the voice could control me again, I turned and ran.

"What happened?" Clint said as he went to Vision, who was on his feet, watching me run with a disappointed yet triumphant look on his face.

"I had her for a moment," Vision said. "But something's controlling her. She's trying to fight it."

"What's controlling her?" Clint questioned.

Vision looked down at the archer. "Ultron," he replied. "There's a look in her eyes, something that mirrors him."

"He did something to her, then," Clint said. "But what?"

"I don't know," Vision said. "But if I can get close enough to her and keep her under my own spell long enough, I should be able to find out."

"Your own spell?" Clint said. "What are you talking about?"

"Love," Vision stated as if it was nothing. "The spell of true love."


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