This is my second fanfic and its based off a roleplay I did with a friend witch turned out to be very interesting so I thought 'hey... do a fanfic about it Chloe..." so... I did... please R&R I don't care if its criticism as long as you stay nice about it. ENJOY! (warning: there is going to be some language and gore in later chapters so read to your own risk.)
"Good morning Pietro." Wanda whispered somberly as she sat down in a hard chair next to her brother's hospital bed, she set her coffee down on the table next to her and leaned over to sweep a flock of silvery hair out of his eyes. "I finally got my place set up on the twentieth floor, and I got to hanging up those pictures and I got those nice maroon bed sheets I told you about, it looks nice…. Oh and stark is going to let you have the twenty first floor. So, you can sleep above me just like at home." She smiled at thinking about when they were little and Pietro always insisted on sleeping on the top bunk bed, even though Wanda didn't mind, she only put up a fight for the fun of it. She always found being close to her brother the most comforting part of her life, which was why his recovery was such a strain on her. She made sure to see him at least once a day and refused to leave New York until he was back on his feet. No one. No one would keep her from her brother.
"Get her tied down and get banner in here now!" Steve's voice rang out like a heavy bell as the door of the hospital ward sung open.
The Scarlet Witch released her brother's hand and loped over the door that lead to the hallway to get a better view of the commotion.
"Captain Rogers?! Vhats happening?!" she asked as Steve bound towards her with is hand on the rail of a hospital bed which was surrounded by nurses and doctors hovering over a patient.
"Come with me." his voice focused and firm as he motioned her to follow.
She looked back at her brother for a split second and decided she would come back for him and followed the fast moving cart, half stumbling in her combat boots.
She tried to get a read on the person in the wheeled bed as she strode swiftly down the hallway but her mind was filled with steely purple and black sparks, her mind was an earthquake of unfocused white noice. It made her skull ring even after she left her mind.
She stopped outside the door the patient was being wheeled into and caught a glance of her. She had very pale skin and reddish brown hair that had been cut just below her jawline. She had a rare ageless quality to her face, she could pass for anywhere from thirteen to twenty five. But even odder, she was surrounded by deep purple shimmering flecks. They simply floated around her as she writhed against the straps on her limbs. Her eyes were clamped shut and she was fighting against the restraints on her wrists and ankles. She was moaning and whining like an animal in a trap as she was swept into the room.
"Banner? We need you on the third floor ASAP." Cap ordered into his communicator.
"Coming."
Steve could clearly feel Wanda's eyes on him when he whipped to look at her, "We need you to probe her mind once she stable and tell us everything you can find."
"First you tell me what's happening." She interrupted.
Steve sighed "I was sent out to investigate a strange energy reading in some abandoned building in Brooklyn. SHEILD thought it was another Asgaurdian object but we found her. She was levitating on the top floor pulling the whole building towards her. It would have completely collapsed if we hadn't come so soon."
"Pulling it in?" Wanda asked, intrigued. She had a glint of an idea of what she could be but she wasn't going to make any assumptions yet, and decided to keep it in the back of her mind.
Steve looked around and decided there where to many people around for details about any assignments. "Would you mind if we spoke somewhere a little more secluded?"
Wanda cocked up an eyebrow, "No." her sultry accent making the word sound velvety as it rolled from her lips.
He led her to a private elevator and pressed the floor that lead to Dr. Banner's lab.
"It seemed to be gravitating towards her," he said once the doors closed. "The walls warped towards her while she just floated. She seemed to be in pain…" he paused as he recalled the incident, "she said something about not wanting to hurt anyone and for us to get away but it was hard to hear past the wind….. It was, "Steve struggled to find the word. "Overwhelming. I've never seen anything like it. Except for you and Pietro of course."
The smooth metallic elevator doors opened to reveal Bruce scurrying around his lab, from counter to counter, microscope to microscope, until his gaze crossed Wanda and Steve standing in the door way.
"Oh. Hey. Uh. Blood sample." He said flusterdly as he gestured towards a counter full of test tubes and glass computer screens full of moving charts and tiny writing which was scrolling across the screen.
"Vhat does it say?" Wanda inquired calmly as she observed all the equipment that filled the space.
Banner hurried over to a screen and examined the scrolling words while Steve looked expectantly at him.
"She's…." He looked harder at the screen, rereading the information just to make sure he had read it correctly. "She's a mutant." Bruce swallowed audibly and took off his glasses. "Class six."