AU.
WARNING: This story contains spanking, don't like, don't read.
Disclaimer: I don't own the avengers or any of these characters, all rights goes to Marvel.
When she was a little girl, she'd always wanted to be a ballerina. She'd spin freely on the rotting wood of their living room, as her parents and brother watched on in awe. Her cat like green eyes that matched her mother's would sparkle in joy as she performed.
She never tried forgetting because she knew she never could forget. The smell of the roast beef they were having for dinner. The sounds of her father's booming laughter. The sight of those painfully familiar eyes reflected back at her in her mother's face. One second, she was laughing with her family and the next, the sight of her parents mangled bodies under the mortar shell seared into her brain. And a name. Stark.
She would never be able to dance for her parents again and see their faces lit up with pride and joy. She would never be happy again. Her passion was gone along with the light in her eyes. But then she was presented with an opportunity. For revenge.
She would twirl once again. And jump and pirouette. A motion so familiar and yet a different kind of dance. A dance to kill and maim and hurt. A dance of murder and chaos. A dance to pull the beating heart out of Tony Stark's chest. She would get her revenge. And oh what a spectacle it would be.
Plip.
Plop.
Plip.
Plop.
That horrid sound of drops of water making contact with the cement floor every so often was the only thing Wanda had been hearing for the past 5 hours and it was driving her insane.
The sight of the four tall and imposing stone walls that caged her along with the rock hard bed provided at the corner of the cell did nothing to improve her sour mood. She had no idea how long it's been since a SHIELD agent dumped her and her brother seperately in these hellholes. 2 days? Maybe 3? Time was blurring for her and when she wasn't angry and vexed, she would burrow into herself, her face taking on a blank expression as she swam in the abyss of her sub consciousness.
Plip.
Plop.
Plip.
Plop.
She hated water. She hated the sound it made as it splashed. She hated the blue of Captain America's that she glared at as he told her and her brother that they were kids and that the adults would take care of Ultron as if they didn't just save a train load of people. The blue that reminded her of water.
They should have escaped when they had the chance. Like they had planned. Run far far away from Ultron, lick their wounds and then return, stronger than ever, to destroy the avengers themselves. But Pietro wanted to save the people. As if the avengers would just send the 'freaks' HYDRA created on their way with a lollipop each after that.
They hadn't. They simply handed them over to SHIELD agents to be taken care of while they went on to do 'avenging'. They hadn't budged even when Wanda tried to fix the situation by turning on waterworks and trying to convince them that they had switched sides and they wanted to help with the battle.
And that was why they were in this situation. Confined and at the mercy of their enemies. She knows Pietro doesn't really consider them enemies anymore. He believes they do good. He believes in their cause. But she knew that he'd hate them still. He'd hate them for her. He'd kill Tony Stark with her, for her. Because he knew his sister would never forget that day. And she would never let go of her hatred.
The sound of heavy stone sliding across concrete had her spinning her head towards the entrance of the cell. It was slowly being opened from the outside. Eyes narrowed, she jumped gracefully to her feet, her body automatically moving into a defensive stance.
The person who entered was the last person she would have expected.
"Captain America. The Super Soldier. So noble of you to come visit your enemies," she sneered in heavily accented english.
His sea green eyes assessed her calmly from where he stood before he took a tentatative step back, arms loosely held up in a placating manner.
"I'm not here to hurt you, Wanda," he announced soothingly.
The tone made Wanda want to retch.
"Then what for?" She spat out accusingly, nails biting harshly into the palm of her hand from how hardly they were clenched.
She probably looked like a rabid animal. Good.
He didn't seem fazed by her hostility.
"I'm here to take both you and your brother to meet with Nick Fury now. It's to discuss what is to happen to the both of you. Is that alright with you?" He asked, a stupidly kind look on his face.
Wanda blinked in surprise. She had thought that when they had sent both her and her brother to SHIELD custody, it had been over for them. They were going to be imprisoned like every other criminal SHIELD captured. She thought she's never be able to see the outside of these four grey walls ever again.
"I don't understand. We're not being imprisoned for life?" She said, tilting her head to the side.
Captain America looked scandalized at the thought.
"Of course not! You're just kids who were used by HYDRA! There's no way I'd allow that to happen!"
Wanda's eyes widened slightly at his outburst before she smirked.
"You really are just such an ethical and honourable man, aren't you?" She took a light step forward, "well then, show me the way to Nick Fury, Captain Rogers."
Ah this was too easy. Who knew Captain America was such a weak minded man? He'd be incredibly easy to manipulate.
The room Wanda and her brother were led into was amazingly high tech. It was filled, head to toe in gadgets she was pretty sure only existed in this room. There was a large glass table in the middle, surrounded by a couple of black, comfortable looking chairs on wheels. Those chairs were currently occupied by the Avengers, except for Thor, Hulk and Vision.
Nick Fury was standing up, his back facing the group as his attention seemed to be on something on the screen in front of him. Clad in his regular all black attire, he looked incredibly intimidating. Wanda surpressed a shudder.
They were led to two small stools that were placed side by side at the corner of the room, away from the table. Wanda raised an eyebrow before turning to glare at Steve.
"Why can't we sit at the table?" she demanded.
Steve smiled awkwardly as he scratched at the back of his head.
"Sorry, the table's already full," he said sheepishly.
She suppressed a snarl. Did he think she was a fool? The big and powerful men and woman in the room sit in the larger, regal chairs as they stare down at the wild criminals who are ungraciously shunned to the uncomfortable and tiny stools, a transparent intimidation technique.
Instead of voicing her thoughts, she quietly gnashed her teeth harshly against each other, stuffing her anger deep down into oblivion. She held the nimble fingers of her right hand out and almost instantly the familiar weight of Pietro's left hand was clutched in hers and the twins silently walked towards the offered stools, sitting down without a word.
Minutes passed in complete silence before the ominous enigma known as Nick Fury turned around slowly, his trenchcoat fluttering ominously behind him. Walking forward, he dropped two plain black bracelet strips onto the table with a clang before turning to fix the twins with a hard gaze.
Almost instantly, two agents emerged from the shadows and before anyone could react, they had both kids in their grasp, forecefully clasping the bracelets onto their wrists. As soon as their minds caught up to what was happening, the twins started twisting and scratching and snarling, doing their best to escape and yet not a thing they did seemed to phase the bag of rocks that had caught them. Nick Fury and the Avengers watched silently although a slightly troubled expression marred Steve's perfect features.
Fury snapped his fingers and immediately, the twins were dropped, the agents disappearing into the background. As soon as she got her balance back, Wanda immediately looked up to glare at the occupants of the room with a feral gaze.
She snarled loudly, baring her teeth before suddenly stopping, a huge smirk materializing.
"It was a mistake to let us out without any restraints," she simpered.
"You will now pay dearly for that mistake."
Holding her hands out menacingly, she felt her blood spark alive as power gushed through her veins. Plastering a deranged smile onto her face, she locked her eyes onto her first target. Tony Stark. The air around her wrists started crackling and spitting and she could feel the power traveling to her fingers and then...it just...fizzled and died. Wanda stiffened before looking down at her hands.
"W-what..." she whispered before trying desperately again. And again. And again.
Rage coursed through her very bones and she looked up, murder in her eyes.
"What...what did you do to me?!" she shrieked, mentally wondering how long it would take them to stop her if she went on a rampage right now and ripped them apart with her bare hands.
"Ah, Ms. Maximoff, it appears you've just experienced what out handy little bracelets can do," Fury spoke, a shark like smile on his face.
Clasping his hands together behind his back, he starting speaking again, ignoring the rabid hissing emanating from the girl.
"The both of you have been deemed too dangerous to let roam the streets, but Captain Rogers here...had some very unpleasant things to say to the idea of you two spending your days in SHIELD custody, therefore we've come to a compromise."
He paused to sigh, a grimace on his face. Clearly, whatever this 'compromise' was did not please him at all. He continued to speak, spitting the next few words out as if it pained him to say them.
"Tony has kindly agreed to allow the two of you to stay in the Avengers Tower for however long we deem necessary."
One look at Stark's face told Wanda that he most certainly had not 'kindly agreed' at all.
Wanda wanted to protest. She wanted to scream and cry and yell because with her powers suppressed, it was all she could do. But then the rational sparked up and she realized what a perfect opportunity had been wrapped up and dropped into her hands. This was perfect. Oh, this was too perfect! What better way to destroy Stark than from the inside? Glee bubbled up in her chest and she did her best to school her features.
Painting on a resigned look onto her face, she demurely looked up.
"We don't have a say in this matter do we?" she asked in subdued tones.
Fury looked at her curiously before smirking.
Turning around, he walked leisurely towards the exit all while speaking amusedly.
"You will be under the supervision of Earth's Mightiest Hero 24/7. I'm sure you know what that means." he said cryptically.
"You kids have fun," were his parting words and then he was gone.
An awkward silence fell over the room before someone cleared their throat.
"So, let's get going, shall we?" Captain America spoke, approaching them with a large smile.
Wanda smirked.
Oh what fun this will be.
A/N: I literally have no confidence in my writing and I think this is kinda garbage but I hope someone enjoyed it XD I had to change a couple things from canon to fit my narrative and I really hope I wrote it such that everything is explained in the chapter but if anyone has any questions feel free to ask away! So well I actually have been tinkering around with this idea in my head for quite a while, the twins and Tony are my favourite characters and I wanted to write a spankfic focused on them because I couldn't find any sadly :( In the movies, their relationship is basically non existent and their hatred for Tony was never really discussed much or resolved I don't think haha so I'm going to be changing that in my AU! Please do let me know what you think! (Sorry about the shit summary that does not summarize anything at all btw, I wrote it in legit 5 seconds because I really wanted to post the first part and tHEN THERE WAS a word limit so I had to like cut out half of it cri cri :( I'll rework it sometime soon, I promise!)