"You watch the game last night?" A guard seated in front of a wall of screens glanced over to his coworker. The whole lot of nothing going on the monitors was gut wrenchingly boring, most of the time.
"No. You do realize we have exactly zero reception at the bottom of the ocean, right? Did you see it somehow?" The retort had a monotone feel, because this was something they'd gone over about a thousand times.
"No.." He muttered. "Jus' trying to make conversation."
Both their pairs of eyes were on each other, so the blur of blue that streaked across the hallway leading to section eleven went entirely unnoticed. The sound of a heavy clang hitting the metal door soon followed. Whatever impacted hit hard enough to dent the sheet metal, and as a result the thing creaked open.
Pietro had something of a smirk on his face, letting the now unconscious guard drop from his grasp. The room went dead silent, and every eye turned to face the speedster. Then as if the spell had been broken, the half dozen men inside all snapped into action.
Pistols were drawn, chairs were turned over, hand's went to set off alarms, but it all might as well have been in slow motion. Actually, it was exactly in slow motion to the Sokovian as he darted down the staircase leading to where the men were stationed. At this speed, a punch could probably take a person's head off if he tried hard enough. That was pretty unnecessary for what they were trying to do. These men were doing their jobs, though it was arguable that they deserved a lot more than getting knocked out for what they had been doing.
But, knock them out was all he did. Hardly ten seconds had passed, but when the silver haired man came to a standstill again, every other figure in the room had dropped like a bag of rocks. He had paused near the guard at the monitors. This had been the last of the security stations to tackle, and the screens displayed Steve and Bucky plugging their ways through the two different halls. Time wasn't on their side, even if things were going according to plan so far.
As if that point needed to be reminded to him, the sound of movement had him turning on a dime to face the door again. The guard had already started radioing on his comm. "We have a breach, repeat, we have a breach. Sector eleven. All available personnel report immediately."
And there was his cue to kick back into high gear. The man drew his gun as Pietro turned into nothing but a blur again, and only a single round went off before the sound of a body dropping hit the air. The whiz of the bullet past the speedster's ear had sent a real chill down his spine. He brushed it off, eyes on the man on the ground.
"Going to take more than one to get me.." Pietro muttered under his breath in dry, humor.
A dull thunder of heavy footsteps at the very end of the hall met his ears, and a squad a seven men was its source. Had all the security staff not been unconscious, there probably would have been a whole lot more first responders, but Pietro saw them still as a healthy challenge. It was clear a speedster was something none of these men had been trained to deal with. They dropped like dominoes amidst a haze of blue and silver.
Containment Block 3
After dispatching every visible guard in the sectors leading to the cells, Steve took point in reaching the area. Pietro had been tasked with collecting the personal items that had been confiscated, and Bucky was back at the jet, readying things to be sure that they could hit the air as soon as super-humanly possible once everyone was retrieved.
The sound of a fist connecting with a skull was the most exciting noise Sam had heard in at least four days. Sitting in the cell was about as boring as anything could be, and the fact that he could constantly hear Scott drumming away on the stool in his cell was starting to really get irritating.
The sight he saw when he met the glass and steel bar barrier to see what the sound had been from was one he probably should have been expecting, but that didn't stop the bright smile of relief and surprise from sprouting on his face when he spotted an equally brightly grinning Steve Rogers.
"Man, you are one hell of a sight for sore eyes." Sam got to his feet as Steve swiped a keycard off the now very unconscious guard.
"Would've been here sooner, but you know how hard it can be to get top secret information about underwater prisons." As Steve spoke he closed the distance between himself and his friend's cell, giving the card a sweep past the sensor to raise the chain gate and lower the glass wall.
By now all this activity had drawn the attention of almost every occupant in the whole cell block. Steve quickly relayed the directions to the hangar to Sam, Clint was brandishing a muted grin and Scott was legitimately cheering.
"And, Captain America comes to the rescue!" Greeted the excitable man to Steve as he opened up the cell. "Never doubted you for a second, Cap."
"Never leave a man behind. The wait was just longer than expected.." Steve's smile was apologetic and Scott just kept grinning as he made a beeline for the exit to catch up to Sam because he'd be damned if he had to spend another moment in that stupid room.
"My kids are probably gonna kill me for being gone this long. I have a feeling the next time I retire, it will be for good." Clint was absolutely patient as Steve made his way over to the archer's cell and the barriers came down."Good to see you in one piece."
"Could've ended a lot worse, I'm just glad we're getting you all out of here." Steve had a slightly more somber tone to his voice and the archer nodded gravely. "Gear's back at the jet, time's short so head out."
Clint didn't need to be told twice, and he headed for the exit promptly with a jog. At the same time there was a faint breeze of wind and fading blue haze followed along with it in turn, just missing the archer's line of sight.
Pietro seemed slightly irritated, mainly because Bucky had been trying to tell him to stay put until everyone got back. That directive was willfully ignored and the only thing he really cared about was making sure his sister was safe and secure.
"Where is she?" His tone was probably more curt than it should have been, but they had been here far too long and a tight feeling had gripped his stomach.
"Last one, over there, I was going to-" The key card was swiped almost instantaneously and in the next moment, Pietro was at the barrier between himself and the only person in the world who really mattered at all to him.
The sight before him ripped a hole right directly through his heart, and not a moment was wasted in flashing the card so he could get to her. The barriers couldn't disappear fast enough. He wanted to rip the metal away and punch the glass until his hands bled. In that very moment he wished nothing more than to have done a great deal more than just knock out every guard he'd come across.
She was seated on the cot with her back facing him. The sound of the shifting glass and metal didn't even incite a reaction. The straight jacket held her arms around her, and Pietro felt himself gritting his teeth so tightly, it was a miracle they didn't shatter. His sister. Bound, like an animal. Someone was going to pay very dearly for this. He'd never felt such a fire for retribution before. It made the hate they'd both held for Stark for so long look like mild annoyance.
Pietro felt a genuine pain in his chest from the intensity of the emotions, but he forced a calm as best as he possibly could. Not for his own sake, but for hers. He'd imagined they would be reunited again, eventually. Not like this. Never like this.
"Wanda.." His voice had a waver to it that he couldn't help as he took a cautious step closer. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her, because how could she not already be scared?
