It was cold, dark and wet. Clothed in only her tank top and thin flannel pants, Beatrix had scuttled into the farthest corner of the crowded castle jail cell she had been tossed into. Biting on her hand to try and keep her sobs quiet, it only resulted in her gagging at the grimy film that coated her hands from being tossed around. Once she had finally gained control of her stomach however, she lowered her head to her knees as she continued to quietly cry. This was the sort of thing that happened in the movies. She was no one special. Why would these masked men take her?
"Hey, are you alright?" A soft voice suddenly asked in a foreign accent.
"Where am I?" Beatrix could only whisper in terror, lifting her head from her knees.
In front of her, a dark haired young man around her age had his hands extended towards her, showing he meant no harm and only wished to help. "Sokovia." He told her. "How did you not know that?"
"They - they… they grabbed me in the night." She tried to keep her sobs quiet. "Bound my feet and wrists then threw me in a bag. I don't know how long I had been knocked out for until I was being thrown in here."
"I can't believe that." The man mused, shaking his head. "You didn't volunteer?"
"V-volunteer? For what?" Horror started to trickle in next to the fear that had set in her bones a long time ago.
"The experiment. They're going to give us powers so we can get our country back." He explained.
"But I'm not from Sokovia. Why did they take me?" She whimpered, grabbing the man's hands.
Before she knew it, she was engulfed in the man's chest, his arms warm around her as he smoothed her wild black curls in an attempt to soothe her. "I don't know." He admitted, gently rocking her back and forth. Despite not knowing this man, for some reason she trusted him and found his presence to be soothing. They sat like that for a bit before the man spoke quietly to her again after she had calmed down. "What's your name, printessa?"
"Beatrix Braedon." She whispered, clutching his arm tightly.
"I'm Pietro Maximoff." He introduced himself. "Where are you from?"
"Spain, England. I constantly lived between the two growing up for my father was English and my mother was Spanish. I was studying in Germany when they took me…"
"Why would they take you, then?" Pietro agreed.
"I don't know." She cowered in fear, burying herself in his chest as the shadow of a guard passed along the wall as he patrolled the hall.
"Come with me to my twin sister, you can stay with us. I'll keep you safe." He gently set her down so he could stand up, automatically making her whimper at the loss of contact, at the loss of the first feeling of safety. Once on his feet however, he held his hand out to her, which she immediately took in her own so he could pull her up. "Wow. You're taller than I thought." He teased gently, earning a small smile from the scare woman who stood at his height. Feeling proud that he had at least made her smile a little, he squeezed her hand. "Let's go and find my sister." He said, leading her through the crowd, never letting go of her hand.
A/N: More to come soon. Thought of making it one long shot, but I figured I'd do several parts.
Thanks for the read!
-B