For those of you who don't know the Scarlet Witch's name is Wanda Maximoff and Quicksilver's name is Pietro Maximoff. Sorry for the confusion.

The Scarlet Witch's eye widened, "that's impossible…." She said in a low voice.

"Apparently not. There seems to be other rather strange abnormalities in her DNA but it may take some time to sort out. I can give a full report tomorrow." Banner replied as he went back to his microscope and further tinkered with her blood samples. "JARVIS? Give me a status report on the newest patient on floor three?"

"Sedated and stable, sir. Oh and Pietro Maximoff is continuing to remain in a stable state despite his coma, I estimate he will be fully conscious within the week" Replied the British voice surrounding the room.

Wanda gave a silently relieved exhale before she turned to Captain Rogers, "I'll go make sure she's ok."

"Thank you."

Wanda strode soundlessly into the new patents room, her eyes constantly scanning her surroundings as she approached the bed. she looked at the sleeping face for a moment, mentally preparing herself for the plunge. She placed her hands just above both of her temples and closed her eyes.

There was quite a bit of fog in front of any memories, (evidence of being very heavily sedated) but she was able to work through it. What she saw astounded her. This young girl, probably around fifteen, was surrounded by demons. She had thoroughly seen each of her team mates deepest, blackest thoughts but this, this astounded her. Her face hid it well. She had the look of an innocent. Smooth scarless skin, doe eyes, sweet rosy lips, they hid every murky thought and memory perfectly. Unlike Natasha, she had a dark, pained look in her eyes, the kind from years filled with blood and death... but nothing compared to this.

The dive into her memory felt like being submerged in ice water, everything was clammy and it made all of her nerves buzz. She saw syringes everywhere, scalpels and an abundance of blood and multiple homemade looking medical supplies. It was absolutely gruesome but something told her to keep looking. She saw dank chilly walls behind a deranged and unkept looking man who was mumbling something unsettling as he approached with a long, dirty looking needle. That's when she started to hear a song playing in the background. It sounded like a horse, exhausted voice singing in an echoy room. She closed in on the memory to find the girl lying before her strapped to a dentist chair.

She was alone in what looked like a basement. There was a steady drip coming from the ceiling and on the ground filling the silence and the air with the stench of mildew and iron. On the table across from her was an unholy mess of dead animal parts and test tubes and bloody scalpels and empty IV bags, there was intestines tacked to a large board on the wall. Papers were strung everywhere, full of scribbled notes she couldn't read. There was a dim light coming from a desk lamp that continued to flicker allowing gruesome shadows to decorate the walls. It was horrifying but the music didn't stop. She sat still in her worn leather ties at her wrists and shins and head and collarbone, singing. It sounded desolate and sad but defiant in the same ways.

'Do you hear the people sing…? Singing the song of angry men…. This is the music… if the people…. Who will not be slaves again…. And when the beating of your heart…. Echoes the beating to the drums…. There is a life, about to start when tomorrow comes….' The voice sounded like it was choked and out of breath, but she could feel her fatigue. She wasn't able to cry, she was too tired.

The memory's eye turned to her hands, her finger nails were lined with caked blood and dirt and her wrists were purple and irritated.

another memory flashed for a moment that could have been hours or just a fleeting second. there was a dull sawing sound flooding the room. the girl pulled open her eyes. there was a large serrated saw grinding itself against her exposed ribs. all of her skin and muscle had been pulled back and she could even see her lungs, quivering and heaving inside her. a piercing scream sliced the stillness as she registered what was happening. all of her muscles began to spasm against leather and metal shackles while the blade continued against her pearly, blood stained ribs. it felt like sharp nails here clawing at her ribs and lungs until it turned to a deep ache and her body went into shock. there was a balding middle aged man with his eyes wild and vice-like as they stared down at the enormous blade, grinding back and forth against his patient.

"its already beginning to grow back!" he uttered to himself in a stuttered, deranged murmur.

"Who are you?" a voice sounded, wiping away the memory from view, it sounded firm and hostile but Wanda wasn't as afraid of the demanding tone as she was what she had just seen.

"Wanda Maximoff. Who are you?"

"Odessa Brawn. What are you doing with my head?" she replied simply.

"I'm probing you mind. I'm trying to find out if you're very stable."

"I'm sure you have your answer. Now get out of my head." This, Odessa, sounded annoyed with her presents and hand no want for Wanda to stay within her mind a moment longer.

"As you wish."

Wanda removed her hands and opened her eyes to find a tear had escaped them without her noticing. her hold body was clammy and trembling and she couldn't shake the unnerved feeling deep in her gut. She quickly wiped it away and got up from her chair as swiftly as she could. She went back to the elevator and debated witch floor to press. She finally decided to find Steve and see what he thought she should do.

The elevator door opened and she stepped forward to knock on Steve's door. He opened the door wearing grey sweat pants and a shirt with Rosie the riveter plastered across the chest.

"Hey what cha need?" he asked nonchalantly with is eyebrows raised.

"May I come in please?" Wanda's slightly shaken voice immediately catching Steve's attention.

"Of course." Steve answered as he moved out of the door way. "Are you okay?"

It was an unspoken rule that if someone came to your door alone and looks like they needed help you would let them in, no questions asked. Natasha had come to Steve a few times looking pale and clammy and slept on the opposite side of the bed with him. Bruce had come once and was having some kind of nervous breakdown and ended up sleeping on his couch. Even Tony came once while Pepper was out of town. He was drunk and having some kind of anxiety attack and ended up crashing on the couch as well. Steve was very sure tony didn't remember it though. He had even gone to Natasha once or twice after the found out Bucky was okay, simply distressed and not wanting to be alone. No one talked about it after it happened, they just went along with they're business once they woke up. Offered breakfast and the like. Steve thought this wouldn't be any different.

"That girl…. The- the mutant…" she struggled to find the proper way to start, "she… your friend, James, she needs to see him when she's up…"

"What? Why?" Steve asked, 'why in the world would she need to see Bucky?'

"They have quite a bit in common." She replied, avoiding Caps gaze as she glanced at the TV which was showing a paused episode of The Twilight Zone.

"In what way?" Steve continued to rack his brain. He hadn't seen any prosthetics on her, her finger prints showed no ties to HYDRA, if she had been in suspended animation Steve would have been the first choice to see her, what else is there?

"She… she's been… tested on…" her accent smoothing over the stuttered words, "her mind is a very dark place… the only people like it are your friend or… maybe Widow. Bruce's head compared to her it's like, uh…" she struggled to find the words, "your Disney land." She studied her chipping black nail polish hoping not to recall what she had seen inside her mind, she found such visions made her feel light headed and the room began to spin ever so slightly.

Her mind was screaming for her to stop thinking about that girl, but she simply couldn't.

Yes I know I'm such a fucking theatre nerd I couldn't resist. But her knowledge about the movie will make sense in later chapters so don't worry. If you want to hear the song it's on YouTube just type in do you hear the people sing Les Mis, I'm sure you'll find it. also I was hoping to depict the doctor sawing her ribs off to look a lot like doctor Arden from American horror story season two. Please R&R.