"I don't know what to do, Jemma," Wanda said. After Jemma picked her up from the compound, the two went back to the apartment where Jemma put on some gentle music, made hot chocolate, and curled up on the couch with Wanda while she told her everything that was going on with the Accords. "What do I do?"

"I don't know, Sweetie." Jemma gently rubbed Wanda's arm. Jemma wasn't enhanced; she didn't have superpowers, so the Sokovia Accords wouldn't affect her. "I honestly don't know what you should do."

"Ever since the bombings that destroyed my home, I've found it hard to trust any government. How can I trust this one? What makes them different?" Wanda asked, a hint of sadness and fear in her voice.

"I'm sure the government doesn't want to hurt you, Wanda. I'm sure they just want to protect you Avengers and all people from more devastation."

"But Ross tried to make it seem like everything that happened was our fault. Like the Avengers called Loki and his army to New York; that the Avengers were behind HYDRA growing within S.H.I.E.L.D.. Everything would've been worse had the Avengers not stepped in, and he's not giving us enough credit," Wanda said, the anger she felt earlier resurfaced. She stood up from the couch and started pacing in front of Jemma. She was too anxious and afraid to speak up during the meeting, but all the anger that she felt bubbled over and she couldn't contain it. "And, he had the nerve to compare enhanced people to bombs; referring to them only as weapons to be used in a war rather than actual people. There's no way that he even gives a shit about people like me. If he had it his way, we'd be locked up in some secret government base, never seeing sunlight again, like the 'weapons' we are."

Jemma watched helplessly as Wanda paced in front of her, growing angrier with each step. Her eyes held a faint red hew and a red mist surrounded her hands that gestured wildly as she spoke, venom dripping from her angry words. Jemma felt hurt; she didn't know what to say to help calm Wanda down. She had never met the girl's fury, only her sadness. She reached out and gently grabbed on to Wanda's arm, pulling her from her angry rant, and pulled her back to the couch. Sitting her down, Jemma leaned Wanda's head on her shoulder and held her close, trying to get her to relax. The red in her eyes soon faded as she sat in Jemma's comforting embrace.

"This document says it's supposed to help protect us and people, but why do I keep getting this feeling that it'll do more harm than good?" Wanda asked as she calmed down. The anger had subsided, and all that was left was fear. Fear for herself and her future. She's been a prisoner before and wasn't looking forward to becoming one again. She's been lied to by an authority figure many times, and she was damn sure she wasn't going to let that happen again. She wasn't going to look like a fool anymore.

"There's no way of knowing what will happen, either with the Accords or without it. All I can say, is that you should do whatever you think is right. Do that, and I promise that I'll always support you; no matter what."

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Wanda was still undecided about how she should proceed with the Accords. Most days, she locked herself in her room desperately looking for an answer, but always being left empty. She hadn't left the apartment since Secretary Ross came to the compound with the Accords. She missed them all, even though she was a little angry with how some had decided to sign. Vision stopped by to see her every day to keep her company since Jemma wasn't around much during the day because of her job. At first, he would always knock or phase through the door to come in, but Jemma had given him a key and Wanda lectured him about phasing when he once walked in on her just coming out of the shower.

Wanda was currently in her usual position, sitting on her bed staring at the ceiling, hoping for an answer to her problem to just fall right into her lap. Jemma's writing playlist of classical music played loudly in her room, drowning out all other outside noises. The smell of food was the only thing that pulled her from her thoughts and her room. She wasn't sure where the smell was coming from since Jemma was at work and wouldn't be back for a while. Walking down the small hallway to the kitchen, Wanda saw the tall red and vibranium body of Vision, and while she was a little shocked to see him there in the kitchen cooking, she wasn't at all surprised.

Vision liked to come and keep her company, and would sometimes try his hand at cooking, making sure that Wanda was eating. He stood in front of the stove, reading a piece of paper, a pot sitting on one of the burners. Wanda stepped into the room quietly and sat at the island. Vision was muttering to himself.

"'A pinch of paprika.' A pinch." He looks confusedly at the recipe but added the ingredient. Wanda looked over the island, trying to see what he was making. The air smelled delicious and reminded Wanda of home.

"Is that paprikash?" she asked from her seat at the island. Vision whirled around and offered a her small smile.

"I thought it might...lift your spirits." Wanda stood from her seat and walked around to the stove and stood next to Vision.

Grabbing the spoon that was sitting in the pot, Wanda brought some of the delicacy to her lips, blew on it, and tasted it. She smiled; it reminded her of her of simpler times with her family.

"Spirits lifted," she said still smiling and chuckling, looking up at Vision. He smiled in return, glad that his first attempt at making this wasn't a disaster.

"In my defense, I haven't actually ever...eaten anything before, so..."

"May I?" Wanda asked smiling, hoping to lend her friend a hand.

"Please," he said gesturing to the pot, giving her a small smile. Vision walked out of her way and stood at the island. "Wanda?"

"Hmm." Wanda had her back to him as she sniffed different herbs and sprinkled them into the pot.

"No one dislikes you, Wanda." Wanda turned slightly and looked at Vision, frowning curiously.

"Thanks," she said turning back around.

"Oh, you're welcome. No, it's a...involuntary response in their amygdala. They can't help but be afraid of you." Wanda turned off the stove and turned to face Vision. Her face was serious and void of lightheartedness.

"Are you?" she asked. She was afraid of the answer, seeing as how Vision was one of her only real friends, but she needed to know. Vision smiled at her.

"My amygdala is synthetic, so..." Wanda laughed at his attempt at a joke to lighten the mood.

"I used to think of myself one way. But after this...," Wanda said creating a little misty red ball around her fingers. She moved it around her hand. "I am something else. I'm still me, I think, but...that's not what everyone else sees." The little red ball faded away, and Wanda frowned. Vision sighed before speaking.

"Do you know, I don't know what this is," he said touching the stone in his head, causing it to glow a light yellow. "Not really. I know it's not of this world, that it powered Loki's staff, gave you your abilities, but...its true nature is a mystery. And yet, it is part of me."

"Are you afraid of it?"

"I wish to understand it. The more I do, the less it controls me. One day...who knows? I may even control it." Wanda was silent for a couple of seconds, turning back to look at the pot on the stove.

"I don't know what's in this but it is not paprika. I'm going to run to the store. I'll be back in twenty minutes." She started to walk around the island, grabbing her keys, but Vision stood up quickly in front of her, blocking her path.

"Alternatively, we could order a pizza?" he asked. Wanda stared at him seriously.

"Vision," she said, her voice low and her eyes looking into Vision's. "Are you not letting me leave?"

"It is a matter of safety," Vision said, looking down, breaking their stares. Wanda chuckled dryly and sidestepped around him.

"I can protect myself." Vision's arm reached out and crossed Wanda's body, stopping her from walking forward.

"Not yours. Mr. Stark would like to avoid the possibility of another public incident." Wanda looked up at him in sadness. Even in her own home she was treated as a monster.

"And what do you want?" she asked him. His blue eyes looked into her green ones.

"For people to see you...as I do."

Wanda turned from Vision and stormed into her room. She stood in the middle of it, pacing. Her hands flew from her side and grasped her hair. She was so angry; she was angry at Vision, she was angry at Tony, she was angry at the government, she was angry at herself. She suddenly stopped, catching her reflection in her mirror, and realization dawned on her. All of this, the fighting, the Accords, her "house arrest"; it was all her fault. It all started when she blew up that building in Lagos. No. It all started when I let Lily die in Sokovia. I could've saved her, but I was too selfish. I let her die, and this is my punishment.

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Jemmahadn't seen Wanda at all since she came home from work. She tried knocking onher door, but either Wanda was asleep or she was ignoring her, because shedidn't answer. Jemma sighed, having heard what happened, and sat down on thehardwood floor outside of her door. She rested her head on her knees, cryingsoftly as she thought about how no matter what Wanda did she was always andwould always be treated as a weapon first before a person. It wasn't fair howsomeone so amazing and kind and scared was always let down by those around her.As Jemma thought, she started to think back to the Accords and what couldhappen to Wanda if she signed. She prayed to God or whoever was listening thatWanda didn't sign the Accords. She could feel it in her soul; this wasn'tright, and she didn't want Wanda to give in and submit, hoping that it wouldbring relief only to be lied to once again. She wanted Wanda to fight for herright to exist, but she knew that she couldn't push the girl into any decision;it was up to Wanda.