Wanda sat shaking. Her eyes were closed, plastered shut by dried out tears, her body was worn and broken, bruised. The room hadn't changed much in the six months she had been there, only a few blood stains streaked the walls, almost unnoticeable on the dark paint.

They had asked her for information. She knew nothing, so with every 'I don't know' there came a hit and more pain. The man with glasses had done his job so well, if anyone with spectacles walked through the door she screamed bloody murder.

"Wanda?" A voice called, seemingly miles away, but coming from only a few feet in front of her.

She looked up to see a familiar face staring down at her. His eyes were overflowing with pity, the blue was darker than it had been before, she waited for something. Would he take her to a foreign room to be tortured? Or was it going to be more questions only to lead to the latter?

"Wanda, you look..." His arms folded across his chest, his face was distraught. "I don't think we ever really met, well formally. My name's Clint... um... I'm so sorry..." He trailed off, she just watched him intently.

"What are you doing here, archer?" She asked softly, her child's voice coming out of distant memories.

"I just wanted to see the great Scarlet Witch... but this isn't her." He shook his heavy head. "They've destroyed you." His strong jaw clenched roughly, she swore she could see a small tear forming in the corner of his eye.

"No. They will never destroy me." She answered weakly.

"I was told you would be treated kindly, I was told... well, I had no idea this would happen to you." He took a hesitant step forward, and crouched down to her level, resting on his heels. "You know I tracked you two for almost three months before you even knew I was there." He fiddled with his arm guard. "With the information they gave me I was expecting two terrible people, causing havoc without remorse." His brow furrowed. "But I saw you and I saw a strong, but scared girl. I saw someone who was just struggling to get by. You weren't... evil."

"You don't know me." She looked down regretfully. "You have no idea what I've done." Her hands started to shake violently. "I'm no angel."

"Neither am I. But we all have to try." He smiled softly.

"What are you doing here?" She asked again.

"What are you doing here, Clint." He corrected her and smiled wider.

"Fine, what are you doing here, Clint?" She couldn't help but give way to a small smile.

"I told you I just wanted to see you... and what I put you through." He lowered his gaze again. "I just had a bit of an experience... um with a bad person... god... guy, and I'm trying to make good."

"So what does that have to do with me?" She asked, forcibly making her voice darker.

"I put you here, but I'm going to make this right." His eyes met hers again and she saw the pure determination.

"How could you make this right? There's nothing to make right." She straitened her head.

"Yes, there is. You don't deserve this."

"Don't forget my brother." She pulled at the bond, exhausting much of her limited energy.

He smiled. "I won't."

He stood up right in front of her, she could tell he wasn't that tall, no more than 5'10. But his shoulders held themselves high, she watched as the muscles rippled across his upper arm as his hand reached out. He quickly drew it back and just said softly, "Bye Wanda."

The door asked for voice identification.

"Hawkeye."

And she was alone.

Steve walked through the corridors of this strange underground facility. A prison is what Tony had called it when he had called him the day before.

The walls were cement and he swore he could hear screams coming from every passing hallway. He finally got to the designated area where Tony had said to meet.

"Hey there Cap." Tony said, his usual chipper gone.

"Hello, um, Tony, what are we doing here?" Steve didn't like this place, it smelled like pain, if that's even a sent. He had flown in a plane over here, he was still amazed at how smooth the flight was and how many people were in the plane.

"Fury told me about a certain prisoner. He let slip a bit about her ability and I wanted to take a look." He smirked.

"Um, if she's here... doesn't that mean he's dangerous?" Steve looked at the door uncertain.

"Nah, she doesn't look that bad."

"I wouldn't be so sure." A heavy voice called from down the hall. Nick Fury walked down to where they were standing, his eye overlooked both of them. "She's a high security threat. Very dangerous, have you two ever heard of mutants?"

"Should I know what that is?" Asked Steve.

"Uh, we've been able to keep that problem under wraps. But a mutation of genes has been found in much of the world's population, giving individuals certain powers. But a select few have developed very strong abilities, that door opens on one of the most powerful of human mutants. She can manipulate probability and reality." He nodded to Tony.

"So I want to recruit her." Tony's smile grew wide.

"What?" Steve turned to Tony, his face in utter shock.

"Well, trust me Mr. Stark, she won't be going anywhere without her brother." Fury said.

"What can he do?" Steve asked while still looking shocked at Tony.

"Run really fast." Fury smirked.

"That could be useful. Where is he?" Tony asked stroking his beard.

"Here, down the hall."

"How long have they been here?" Steve asked frightened of the answer.

"Six months." Fury said as his phone buzzed. "Got to go, boys. You can talk to her. Oh, and good luck." He walked away.

"So lets go in." Tony stepped towards the door.

"This should be interesting."

Tony opened the heavy door by typing in a code to the pad on the right of the hinges. It asked for identification.

"Iron Man."

It also asked for Steve's.

"Um, Captain America." He said confused.

The door swung open to a small room, in the center was a chair which held a small woman. She had curly auburn hair which flew in every which direction, her face was down, covered by the mop on her head. He walked in after Tony, hesitant at the state of the girl.

She looked up startled, as if they had woken her up. Her intense blue eyes met Steve's and he flinched at the sudden connection. Her features were young, rounded, and her eyes tired. She wore nothing but a ragged bra and worn shorts. Both blood red.

"Oh, god." Tony hushed under his breath.

"Um, Tony..." Steve walked towards her hesitantly.

"Hi there" Tony said in his chipper, but Steve could hear a tremor in the playboy's voice.

Wanda looked up to see two well dressed men walk into the room.

"Hi there." The one with dark rugged hair said in a sultrily voice. Wanda's eyes were fixated on the blonde boy. He was tall and strong, but she sensed his hesitation, she saw the horror in his eyes.

"Who are you?" She asked trying to enforce strength in her voice.

"We're here to talk to you about The Avengers Initiative." Blondie said calmly.

The other man looked a bit shocked from his forwardness. "Um, yeah that. We know you have some power that is really impressive." He smiled and walked forward. "By the way I'm Tony and that's Steve."

She eyed them with skepticism. "Avengers... what's that?" She calmed down a little bit.

"We're a group of gifted individuals who save the world from terror and ultimate doom." Tony smiled with pride.

"How nice." She commented. "And what does that have to do with me?"

"You have an exceptional ability." Steve said looking down at his feet. She thought he must feel uncomfortable with her being so exposed. Wanda had been in this exposure for so long, she had grown immune to it.

"Not right now I don't." She let a little smile go.

"Well we could help with that." Tony said calmly.

"Where's my brother?" She asked harshly.

"He's down the hall." Steve said instantly.

"Bring him here. I want to see him." She hissed, leaving Steve a bit shocked at her tone.

"I don't think you're in the um, position, to be making demands." Tony said quickly looking her up and down.

"I've been here for six months and fifteen days. Men who fancy themselves heros are the bastards who put me here. They took my brother from me..." Her eyes swelled and she shivered.

"Look we want to help you, and your brother." Steve said stepping right in front of her. He put is hand on her shoulder. She shivered at the warm touch, his hand was so large it enveloped her shoulder.

"You don't want to mess with me, boy." She turned her gaze hard, as much as she wanted to hug him, the only human being to show her compassion in the past months.

"I'm not really afraid of you." His smile was one of those winning all-American grins that seemed so innocent.

"You should be." But her voice was not menacing, she never had the knack for terrifying.

"Now, now, we can handle ourselves. And I'm getting the feeling you... um..." Tony laughed awkwardly.

"I can handle myself." She smiled with a slight sinister edge or as much as she could muster in her exhausted state. They had changed the drugs to keep her in the groggy state, she felt them run through her veins and she pulled at the bonds just as she had done every time she remembered where she was.

"Look we can get you out of her, help you learn to control your powers." Tony said walking closer to her, his eyes were not looking at her face but at her chest. Which she knew to not be very impressive compared to other women.

"And Pietro." She husked.

"Who? Oh, yeah, your brother." Tony nodded.

"What does this in tale." She asked sheepishly.

"You come and train with us, live in Avenger's Tower if you want and we'll help you control your ability. And every now and then you help us destroy the bad people." Tony smiled wider.

"I'm... I'm not a good person." She whispered.

"Yes, yes, you are." Steve said awkwardly.

"No... I'm not one of the angels." She looked up into the good eyes of the all American boy.

"But you can be." He crouched down to her eye level, like Clint, leaning on his heels.

"You know I've been waiting for this day the longest time." She smiled down at her hands. A long lost energy filled her heart, feeling like this was her moment.

At the last second she looked into Steve's eyes, almost faltering.

Then she snapped her fingers, something she hadn't done in six months time, and hex fire sprawled from her finger tips. She shoved Steve into the wall behind them, her metal bonds melted around her wrists and dripped to the ground. She jumped up onto the chair and flipped over the back using her hand's hex spheres to balance her. The sedatives were still strong in her system so she was getting groggy fast.

Steve regained his stamina fast and rammed her into the wall as she just gained her footing, and due to her exhausted state it wasn't that difficult.

"Calm down!" His forearm pinned her against the back wall. "Please!"

"Okay! Okay!" She yelled trying to keep her eyes open, that little stunt had expended almost all her energy.

Right as he lowered his arm the door swung open and a figure walked in, his silver hair was freshly cut and he wore a tight S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform.

"Wanda!" His speed hadn't weakened and before anyone had blinked he was embracing her tightly. Tears were streaming down her eyes as she crushed her brother, she was so elated that she could barely breath.

"Where have you been, you look terrible." His face darkened.

"I've been here." She choked out.

"They've kept you here the entire time?" He looked astonished.

"Yes." She stared up at him confused. "Didn't they with you?"

"No, I told them everything I knew." His face fell.

"I... I didn't know anything." Fresh tears formed in the corners of her eyes, they were shinning bright blue, iridescent in the dim lit room. "They didn't believe me."

Pietro couldn't comprehend what she was saying, she could see the rage and confusion written on his face.

"They hurt you." He said slowly. She could see what it would do to him, the danger it could put him in if he knew. He would get himself killed trying to avenge her.

"No, I was just kept here." She answered quickly. Steve eyed her warily, she felt him judging her, he knew they didn't just leave her in a room for six months.

"Fine." He let go of her shoulders. And turning back to Steve and Tony he said, "Now Fury mentioned this Avengers thing. Pretty impressive what you fellows did with that Loki man. But about me and my sister." He walked over to the other men. Both of them were taller than Pietro, but he had an elitist air about him which measured him up to them.

"We'll take you kids in. You'll be safe and right at home. Not to mention you'll be, like, real life super heroes." Tony said with a grand jester.

"We're not kids." Wanda said under her breath.

"We'll train you both to help mankind. Believe me, you'll feel useful." He smiled at her.

"Heroes." She smiled, then frowned. Heroes were the greatness of mankind, she was nothing of the sort.

"Yeah, and it'll be good to have another girl on the team, Nat can get pretty annoyed with all the guys." Tony laughed.

"Huh." Was all she said.

"So what do you two call yourselves?" Steve asked trying to defuse the tension.

"Call ourselves?" Said Pietro judgingly.

"Well, I'm Captain America and that's Iron Man." Tony waved at them awkwardly.

"Huh, I guess you would call me Quicksilver." He said with a smirk. "It's the hair."

"Yeah, might want to try a touch of grey next time." Tony snarked kindly.

"And you Wanda?" But they already knew the answer.

"The Scarlet Witch."