Every day, Wanda thanked the entity for bringing her sons here, even if a part of her suspected that it might have happened so she wouldn't do anything to ruin this place - because when she'd first woken up with those memories, she might very well have torn Goodland apart to find her children.
She still thought about the Darkhold, and what being the Scarlet Witch might mean, but if anything being in this world meant that just maybe she'd be able to avoid any of that destiny stuff for the time being. It may mean she was hiding, but for now...she could be mostly happy here.
As she pulled a pan of bread from the oven, a knock sounded at the door, followed by a voice that she hadn't dared to hope to hear. Leaving the bread forgotten on the counter, Wanda hurried over and pulled the door open with her powers before she was halfway there, then stopped when she saw Vision - the red version, looking just as he'd appeared in her Hex in Westview - standing there.