The panel flickers under Steve's touch, and the video memory in it enlarges and becomes a full-color hologram, almost like being there. It plays from the first person perspective, and it doesn't take much to realize it's from the Vision's point of view.

We fly to the top of a rocky spire at night, surrounded by desert and other weathered rocks. The sky is full of uncountable stars, with constellations never known to Earth dancing around in a brilliant view. We're both wearing environmental suits; I don't need to breathe, really, but it's easier to speak over the helmet radios this way and I can't collect samples if I decide to be intangible.

I move to stand behind Wanda and place my hand on her shoulder, not wanting to lose the contact of our hands holding but trying to match her gaze at everything. There are deserts on Earth, to be sure, but nothing quite like this, even without the endless starfield unblocked by atmosphere.

"There aren't cameras that can catch the same level of detail the human eye can. Not while preserving the same light. For all that technology moves ever forward, there are still transient forms of beauty you must see in order to experience."

The urge to pull her back so she rests against my chest is almost too strong to resist. Almost. But still I hold back. She's not ready yet. Soon, perhaps, but the last thing I want to do is force her into something and pushing her away by mistake.

"There is so much to see, so much to do. I want you to know all of it."

And I will, I promise myself. On whatever level she feels comfortable with.