Part Two of the What It Was Like little series. Please enjoy!
Wanda's POV
When Pietro first contacted me, I was overjoyed. But when he asked me to send a message, a mind message, to the Avengers, I was on the verge of screaming again, not in pain, but at him. The Avengers! Whom their leader is the man we have sworn to kill in revenge for murdering our parents.
"Ar-are you sure?" I ask him.
"Yes. We need them to help us."
"But, Tony Stark! The very man who should be on trial and be sentenced to life in prison for cold-blooded murder. He's on the Avengers. Heck, he's the boss!" I feel Pietro considering this.
"We can't escape otherwise." My brother is so dimwitted. He doesn't understand that there are other ways to get out. Such as actually obeying Hydra so that they let us go. I know I'm not supposed to, but I delve deep into Pietro's thoughts. He thinks that by contacting the Avengers, they'll come and rescue us. He thinks he's saving me, keeping me from harm. He feels guilty that he can't protect me from the experiments. I feel bad for him.
"Pietro, you don't need to feel guilty. I'm not a little girl anymore. I can take care of myself. You don't need to worry. I'm fine." Pietro ponders this. He doesn't agree, I can tell. But, before he can answer me, a doctor opens the door to my cell. I gulp, knowing what's coming. I stick out my arm, just because I don't need more pain in my life. The doctor smiles, then jabs the needle into my forearm. I scream as the pain mixes with the energy and it shoots up my body. I can sense Pietro up against the concrete wall that separates us. He's pounding on the wall, demanding that the doctors stop the experiments now. The doctor takes the syringe back out, and I decide that Pietro's right. We can't take it anymore. I shoot a blast of red magic from my fingers against the glass door, with it just being absorbed through the door. I shoot again and again, taking all my anger out on the walls. Pietro's voice in my mind stops me.
"So, are you going to talk to the Avengers?" I nod.
"Yes. We're getting out." I hear Pietro sigh with relief on the other side of the wall. I focus. Who should I send a message to? Not to the girl. Not to the big green guy. Definitely not to the Iron Man. So, I guess Captain America. I focus, thinking of where the Captain would be. I try to reach into his mind. Then, the message.
"Help! We're stuck here in a Hydra base in Sokovia. Please, save us! Help."
