A/N: During my viewing of Captain America: Civil War I was struck by the connection between Wanda aka the Scarlet Witch and Steve Rogers aka Captain America. It didn't appear to be romantic in any way; instead, it seemed to be more familial. Wanda, even after training for unknown number months, was still nervous about some of what she did in the opening scene. Captain America made sure to be present every step of the way for her. Her reaction to the suicide bomber was swift, and even though that action was reckless, she did it to protect him. Other than Vision, and possibly Black Widow, she doesn't interact with anyone else. Captain America is the one standing up immediately for her, keeping an eye on her during the briefing by the US Senator, protesting her treatment by Stark when he finds out (a little parental there, eh Cap?), sending Hawkeye to break her out, and of course coming back to break her plus the rest of his team out. To me, I found their relationship to be more... similar to a father protecting his daughter. When I saw the last scene before the credits, where Cap is there to break everybody out, I thought this would be her response. Between Age of Ultron and Civil War, she's gone through a lot emotionally. There's not doubt that she's a strong character. However, going through what she did, especially being the new person, had to be somewhat of the equivalent of an emotional train wreck.

Disclaimer: None of this is mine, it will never be mine. Character study, this is. If you think that this means that I don't think that Wanda isn't a strong character, then you don't know the first thing about character development. Reviews are welcome.

It was over quick, one shot squeezed off before the guns were wrenched away and their owners fallen to the floor after a series of kicks, punches, and grunts. Wanda was only half aware of what was going on, however, and her thoughts being dark as they were combined with the device on her neck were enough to keep her from noticing. As soon as they had been taken to this prison, she had been straightjacketed and placed in this cell, the device on her neck placed to ensure if she did try anything, she would get the shock of a lifetime. She had tuned out her surroundings since then. Emotions drained out of her as she stared off into nothing, leaving her feel less than a husk of herself. The guilt from before, her inability to control the powers she held resulting in the deaths of many, was still present, but muted. One unexpected side effect of the device on her neck: she was dozing in and out of consciousness, her mental state unfocusing every few minutes to keep her under.

Vaguely she registered that it was quieter now than it had been earlier, although how much she didn't know. Time had also been left by the wayside since she had come here. She hadn't been much interested in taking interest, and she didn't care to start. Voices now began to fill the silence, different from the ones before. Again, she remained oblivious, though it became hard as snippets of the conversation began to take hold in her mind.

"... glad to see…"

"Well… you expect…"

"... last one... "

"I'll grab her." Those last words had grabbed her attention like nothing else. Anger quickly rose. How dare they? What did they think, that she was worth them taking out of her confinement? If they decided to put her through torture for information (likely to be about Captain America), they'd be no better than HYDRA. She heard footsteps over to her cell door, and remained motionless. She remembered Black Widow teaching her how to keep her breathing steady, since that had been an issue for her during the early days of her training. All that running while extensively using her magic abilities had resulted in her being winded. She maintained her breathing, deep and slow, from before. A buzz resounded, the doors clanged open, and the footsteps came closer. Her heart pounded as fingers felt her restraints before moving up towards her neck, brushing the device ever so lightly. Whatever they wanted her for, she would fight them. To hell with what the others on her team might think of her! She hated being feared, she hated fighting her teammates, and she hated being confined for trying to stand up to their fear of her!

Tamping down her impatience surging within her, she maintained her steady breathing as the fingers took the device off her neck. Almost immediately as it left her skin, she could feel her powers rekindle within her. The straps were now being taken off one by one. Her vacant look remained on her face, helping her to look out of it.

"She doesn't look good. I hope her powers are returning, and that there aren't any lasting side effects." Recognition of the voice began to take root, but so focused on fighting back was she that when she felt the last strap loosed, she acted. Whirling towards the hands, she brought her own hands up, her power surging forth to trap her opponent still. Once she did that, she got a good look at him, and suddenly her initial recognition of the voice, connecting with the face, clicked.

"Well," Steve was standing in midair, his hands frozen out in front of him, and his feet stilled. He attempted to wriggle around, his face one of amusement, his eyes never leaving hers. "I take it this means you're more than ready to get out of here, right?"

Her hand immediately recalled her action; once the red haze around his body dissipated, his feet hit the floor. He easily remained in balance on impact, having anticipated the action. What he hadn't anticipated was the arms sliding around his neck almost immediately after, or the face now buried in his shoulder. Nevertheless, he wrapped his arms around her back, holding onto her as she shook with unreleased sobs.

For her to cry openly now would be an insult to her pride. Yet, to see the one vocal person (All right, I think we've seen enough), the one standing up for her again and again (Cap sent me to get you), the one whom she had fought for and been captured because of (I'm sorry, Vision), here, rescuing her and the others who were now standing behind him was a reassurance that was badly needed. The others weren't looking in their direction, likely trying to give them privacy. That, and searching for their equipment and whatever else they could get their hands on.

She had teammates. Her teammates stood with her, and believed in her. Her teammates (he) were getting her out of this.

"Thank you," she whispered to him, too overcome to say anything else and to move from where she was.

"I should apologize," she heard Captain America say. "I should have told you not to worry. I always come back for family."

Family. She had lost her brother, and the team she had originally joined had been split apart and pitted against each other. In trying to save lives, she had inadvertently cost several more. However, she still had family, particularly this one whom she was clinging desperately to. He hadn't given up on her. He hadn't tried to lock her away. He sent someone to help break her out, and then come help. Now, he was here to rescue her, because he still believed in her, because he thought she was family. She hadn't felt this protected since before, a long time ago. Sure, her brother and she had worked together to survive, to ensure they'd be alive, but that wasn't close to knowing someone was protecting you and watching over you, their choosing to do so. All she had were faint memories of her father, before he had been killed, but she felt deeply that the man before her was acting as a father would, as a father should. She would not let him down.

"I'm ready," she whispered, and she felt him nod in return. Simultaneously, they released each other, and as if they sensed it the other teammates abruptly turned to join their move towards the exits.

"Hey, Cap." She turned to see Falcon looking at the super soldier, up and down, in an appraising manner. "I thought something looked strange. Where's your shield?"

"I might have misplaced it," Captain America said, pausing in place. "I don't have it anymore."

"Because of your last fight with Stark, right? You going to replace it?"

"Not sure with what," Steve admitted, running a hand through his hair. "I mean, I grabbed a gun from one of these guys here, but it's nothing close to my shield. Guess I'll just have to make do until I figure something out."

"We do have a place to hole up, meanwhile." The Winter Soldier, a.k.a. Bucky, entered through an exit to her right, as she and the others minus Steve turned to look. He carried four duffel bags in total "I took care of the docking areas down there, but I don't have time to do the helipad. I overheard on the radio that reinforcements are coming. We need to move." He tossed one bag to Falcon and the other to Ant-Man, keeping the last bags he brought up at his side. The exclamations from said team members were a good indicator of what they had received.

"Agreed," Captain America said. "Let's go."

"What are in the other duffels?" Wanda asked, gesturing to the Winter Soldier.

"Various odds and ends that we might need," Captain America said. "One of which is clothes. I'm sure you guys would prefer your own garb to that of what you're wearing right now. However, changing can be done on the way. Our ride is up top. Let's move!"

Running towards the exit with the others, she kept pace with the super soldier. She was glad that she had left her house arrest. With Captain America looking out for her, she was safe. She was family. She was home.

Not to mention, double checking the crevices and rooms on either side to ensure nothing happened to him in the meantime was added insurance to that feeling of security.