The original concept of Wounds [Dark Shadows on Ao3] is officially over a year old! Also I would have gotten this out sooner I just was being lazy and wanted to finish chapter six first.
"I won't ask you again," Wanda hissed coldly her eyes never leaving the foreign uniform clad figure. "Who are you and why are you here."
"Who am I? Hmm I don't think you want to know." The figure said with a small smile spreading under their scarred face. "You'd be shaking at my feet if you did."
"Oh really." Peter scoffed making his way over to the witch's side with his arm wrapping he's upon instinct. He felt her body relax at the touch and offered her a quick smile before scowling at their enemy. "To me your just some guy who ruined our movie marathon."
"Experienced but foolish." The figure flicked a wrist at them mockingly before snatching it away and balling up their gloved fist. "Some training can fix that."
Wanda eyes widened at this with the red color bleeding out as her emotions rose. "Training?"
"Oh you know the basics..." The figure said stroking their ego. "...rock climbing, injections, electric shock."
The pairs eyes widened and without a second thought Wanda lifted up her left hand slamming in forward into the mans chest. A ripple effect happened as if the attack was in slow motion allowing the figure to move and make a move towards the girl knocking her other hand back with a satisfying snap.
"Ngh!" She hissed falling back a little into Peter's chest.
"Shit," He growled wrapping one arm around the injured woman and the other shot a web onto their attacker gluing their legs to the floor. "Wanda shit."
Keeping his eyes on their attacker Peter scuttled backwards into the living room and made his way towards the nearest first aid kit. He knew he'd have to take care of Wanda's arm quick with a fight being inevitable at the moment.
"Grrr." Wanda groaned lifting a bundle of chairs and throwing at it there pursuer. "Peter hurry he's just brushing off my attacks!"
She ducked as a kick was sent towards her head and slammed her wrist into their jaw. This was followed by a hollow cracking sound before they leaned back and punched her in the gut. A gasp left her mouth with spackles of blood and she reared back practically glowing.
"Oh no you don't!" Peter cried jumping over the kitchen counter and over the figure wrapping them in thick webs.
The figure tried to move away from the webs but was nearly thrown into them by the blur of the witches attack sending them face forward into the ground. A pained groaned left their lips as they bled onto the floor.
Peter landed on a nearby chair bouncing of the cushion and into the floor directly in front of the injured assailant on the balls of his feet. He put his hands in his pocket and gestured for Wanda to come forward and began to dial Bruce's number in fumbling with the buttons. Then Natasha's and Steve's when that didn't work.
"They won't answer." He mumbled sharing a worried glance with his friend.
A muffled groan was heard from the injured figure. Peter bit his lip before kicking the man on his side so he could talk. The figure spat out some blood before baring his teeth at the two young heroes.
"Start talking." He threatened holding has hands in tight fists. "Or else."
The figure growled and ground their teeth together. It appeared that they where considering their choices at the moment.
"SHIELD's been comprised."
The two friends shared a look before gesturing for the man to continue. A tense silence rang throughout the air as the figure gathered there breath and continued.
"Your little Avengers are all captured right now and your all alone here with me." They laughed at the shocked looks the two gave him. "What? Thought someone was going to come save you?"
"We don't need to be saved." Peter said looking down at the figure with a mix of shock and disgust.
Wanda grabbed hold of him and looked at the figure silently as if she were trying to find something. Her breath quickened with her eyes darkening from bright red to a stone cold maroon and she gasped. Holding tightly onto her friends hand she shoved the teen to ground.
"What the-" He started only to shutter in pain as a desperate message rang throughout his brain.
"PETER IT'S A TRAP!"
Wanda screamed the words in fear telepathically and fell to the ground with him. The floor started to shake beneath them and her breath quickened at the sight of the walls cracking around them. Behind them she could hear the figure laughing gleefully and her throat closed up in horror.
This had to have been the plan the whole time.
God, how could she be so stupid! Throwing her body over the younger males she felt the ground beneath weaken and her eyes grew in fear. The building was going down and they had no way of escaping.
