London.
This should have been a romantic getaway.
But the matter of the lost wizards had left Wanda worried.
Vision could tell that the beautiful witch was torn.
These two lovers had come together through the strange feeling in their hearts.
They cherished each other.
They confided in each other.
"Wanda."
Walking through London after nightfall, Vision softly called to the witch.
"What's troubling you?" Vision now looked completely like a human man, unlike before.
Deep down, he wanted to become human.
The Stone's power responded to his wishes, gradually making his body more human.
He was no longer that unclothed, inhuman being who flew around wearing a cape.
Wanda did not know how to put her inner conflict into words.
After their time together, their hearts had already grown close.
They found a bench and sat there, opening up to each other.
They talked about many things, including Wizard City and the invitation from the Wizard King.
She had visited the lost wizards' orphanage again, only to find an empty building.
The lost wizards had vanished, including that girl.
The death of someone who had once been a friend.
It filled Wanda, a fellow lost wizard, with grief.
To her, it was a tragedy that should never have happened.
It shook her faith in the Wizarding Kingdom.
"You probably think I'm wavering," she told Vision.
Vision shook his head. "No, Wanda. You're simply judging things by what's in your heart."
"No one can be right all the time," Vision said gently.
The Stone on Vision's forehead lit up, and a stabbing interference twisted his expression in pain.
"The Stone again," Vision said. "It's been acting up lately."
Wanda gently reached out to touch it.
Her tender caress made Vision reluctant to part.
He wanted this to last forever, with