AN: More juicy secrets yay

The Witch's cries

Roman checked out of the hotel. He was grateful that the woman at the front desk was kind enough to give him a free carry on bag. Though he felt like a dork upon seeing the hotel's logo on the front, a bright yellow sun with a blue background. But he had to go with it. He shoved his clothes, gum, eyeliner, snacks, and the nail polish inside.

He entered 'Stacy' once again to aboard the bus. The destination took him to the outer parts of Sokovia. The warlock got off and began to trudge through the forest.

It was getting late, he could already see the bright mahogany sun dip into the horizon. Splashes of purple, pink and yellow erupted around him. Roman rubbed his left thumb, painted with the color of purity. Upon knowing the truth, he wanted to change the color of his nail. His mother represented white way better than black.

The shimmer of the polish seemed to glow in the sunset, which made Roman think of his mother again. The laughs, the cooking, the lullabies. The last moment he shared with her was pure utter heartbreak and terror, he never knew why she wanted to die this way, of course she swerved into the traffic on purpose.

Roman flipped his black hood over the caramel locks and kicked a few sticks out of boredom. He had to think, search for a soul. He needed to find the bunker, to gather as much information as he could, about his mother, his father, and maybe other Monroe relatives.

He shut his eyes and searched for a mind. Tighter and tighter he squeezed them, and he managed to find someone. But the mind was deceased. So someone is buried here? Someone died here? Maybe a Hydra recruit. He couldn't dig into the deceased mind, it only caused pain to him the more power he released, trying the read it.

A body was here and he knew it.

...

After about another 30 minutes of hiking, Roman found the cabin and bunker. He took one last look around the sunset forest, scouting for any intruders.

'One last warning, do not follow me Maximoff.' He through to the Scarlet witch.

No answer.

He flicked his wrist and the red tendril covered door swung open. Roman slowly walked inside and examined the cabin. Agent 425 and 426 weren't in their places. The lights were off. Roman could hear the faint creaks in the floor as he took careful steps. He came across the fake child agent 425 was supposed to carry. It's doll-like head was already ruined with dirt.

He scoffed and kicked down the plank of wood. He escalated down the shaft, without making a sound. He twisted his hands and fingers to illuminate the area, usually it was lit.

Eventually he jumped out of the shoot and landed flat on the floor. He waved his hands and arms around slightly, just in case there were any intruders. Everyone and everything was missing, it was abandoned now.

He could still remember the cold nights he suffered in as he approached his small, rusty cage. The warm bread, the agents, the wrath of his fa- Strucker.

He shuddered as he walked around the area, he scavenged for any document about his real parents, about Augustus. He then approached the monitor Strucker never told him to touch. He turned it on and millions of documents surfaced on the glossy screen. His fingers trembled as he raised it to the surface of the screen and quickly tapped a rectangle, giving the article a better view.

This one gave Roman the procedure that took place about a year and a half ago. He watched the video of his 16 year old self being penetrated by needles. He didn't move an inch when he heard the sharp screams coming from the clip, his eyes burned with crimson. He stopped the clip and carried on. He came across another one, it showed the same picture of his father.

Roman pressed it, while taking in a breath. It gave his fathers information, birth, death, reason of death, son...

Son.

Roman scrolled down and saw his own description. Taken in by Strucker...yes he already knows that! 'Failure of experimentation, step 2, the silver protocol.'

"What the hell?" Roman stuttered as he scrolled down. That was it. That was the end. Quotes and memories of Strucker filled his mind. Didn't he say he had to give Roman another procedure, was that the silver protocol? Was that why he didn't die due to his powers. What even was the silver protocol?!

He searched for more documents, none left about the procedure. He wanted to slam his fists on the counter and scream. Yes it was true, the Avengers were right about his father and mother. But what was it?!

Roman continued to search. He went in his cage, in other training rooms, no use. The only information he gathered was about his blasted childhood! He paced the floor now, biting his thumb, chipping the blanc off his nail.

He paused once he heard a creak, then again. He looked down and then to the side, he was facing a brick wall. Why would it be making such a sound. He traced the wall with his thumb, it certainly felt different. A clear colored force field bounced around him, then it faded, showing its true form. A hard wooden wall. He pressed it again and it formed an opening.

He walked slowly into the dark room, he rubbed his eyes, smearing the light eyeliner on his cheeks. The closer he came to the dark room the more he sensed a body. A soulless shell of a human. Was it Strucker? He was killed by Widow, maybe they disposed the body in this room?

He entered the room and sighed slightly, with a shaky hand he waved it around, assembling waves of crimson from his fingertips. That lit up the room. He scanned thoroughly and several things caught his eye.

Plugs and wires surrounded him. Several monitors were hooked up but hardly used, they were turned off. Roman swirled around, waving his fingers around to find things in the other corner. ... Nothing.

He turned back to the monitors and then he noticed something between him. Some sort of futuristic casket. Roman tilted his head and inched forward. He bent down and found a button in the front. Maybe this wasn't a casket after all.

He pressed it lightly and the room suddenly felt colder. The box glowed a bright cyan, as frozen air was trapped inside the casket, not being able to see what was in the glass.

Whatever was in there, was it trying to be preserved, kept? Roman then inched back and stopped his red flow. His fingers settled at his side and he looked at the casket in awe.

There was a rectangular button on the edge of the screen. He tilted his head and approached the strange cradle once more. His fingers reached for the button and it was flown open.

Cool air invaded his nostrils and mouth, causing him to gag. He shielded himself to let the rest of the frosty mixture depart. He rubbed his eyes again, causing his eyeliner to smear even more.

His lips trembled, his eyes wide, veins popped out of his neck and he clenched his teeth.

A skeleton laid on its side facing him. He could also notice some pieces of flesh, and blue fabric mattered around the bony figure. Roman pressed a palm to his mouth and gaged again. His knees buckled and down he went, with also his hot tears.

He began to hyperventilate and wheeze. His palm moved to the floor and his fingers started to form a clenched hand, rubbing his injured thumb on the floor.

...

Roman found himself in a new room. It was dark, but not as extreme as his cell, it had a blue tint. He could hear men shouting and chattering to once another. He scanned the room and began to move.

It seemed like no one noticed him. He crossed his arms and continued to look around, wires, men, computers, needles...what was this? Me noticed a figure with long brown locks. It was Wanda.

His eyes grew wide and he suddenly felt himself taking off to see her. He stopped a few steps away from the young enhanced and tied to speak. She was looking right at him, her eyes full of concern and fear. His lips trembled, chin dimpled, he put his hands behind his back and opened his mouth.

"W-Wanda-, I-I."

He felt a rush of wind and Wanda's eyes were suddenly taken off of him. She was looking...upward? A figure seemed to brush right past him and Wanda welcomed the male figure with a warm hug, she kissed the boy's cheek and he put her arm around her.

"Don't worry. Heh, you thought I couldn't survive that one? Training courses are not so bad." The boy with the white hair titled his head and smirked.

"Pietro, you know I worry for you...I just want you to remember that you need to live, I won't let them beat you to a pulp."

"Nonsense." 'Pietro' chuckled. He hugged Wanda again and squeezed tightly. "I will always slow down for you sister, whatever trouble you're in, I will always take my time to help you."

"You do tend to rush things a bit. I'm glad you're going to act like my Pietro for once in front of me again."

"Are you saying I've changed. I'm still me, sister." He laughed again, hands on hips.

"The speed has changed you...a..bit." She chewed on her lip slightly.

"Well, I assure you I will still take care of you, I will still love you and I will make sure you won't get hurt. Speed is physical, you can race against the clock, can you're heart ever run away from the past? No, my heart will never change. They cannot change my heart." With that he hugged Wanda once more.

...

'Wanda, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, where are you? I need you, I understand! Wanda please hurry, please they have him!' His mind screamed.

His breathing hasn't calmed down, he could feel beads of sweat down his temple and on his brow. He could not stop the red from seeping out of his finger tips.

'Wanda!'

No response.

He cried heavily. More tears splashed to the ground. That was him, they had Pietro all along and they never told him. Strucker hardly even mentioned him, maybe once.

Roman sat up quickly. He huffed as he gripped his knees, then turned on one of the monitors. He quickly uploaded a document by typing in Quicksliver's name.

'The conduct of Roman has gotten out of hand, that's why this protocol is significant to him, and to Hydra itself. Two bloods will be combined, two souls, two cries of help that were cut short and changed into someone new, stronger. Pietro's relation to Wanda Maximoff is remarkable, there was a possibility he could have gained her psyche abilities, but speed took over his body. Still, in his blood he contained the capability of becoming a young warlock. This is just what are new test subject needed.' Strucker narrated on a clip.

Roman couldn't take it anymore. He slowly slid to the ground once he saw the blood of Pietro injected into his unconscious body. By the time it was in his stream, he was normal, functioning and ready for training.

He exhaled, inhaled, exhaled. It didn't do the trick. He wheezes and let out sharp cry. His eyes turned red as millions of memories flowed through him at once.

'Who decides who's weaker?'

'I take it out and look at it every day.'

'You didn't see that coming?' That smirk in the Sokovian forest.

'You didn't see that coming.' In Africa.

'You didn't see that coming...?' Blotches of blood. In Sokovian grounds. This time weaker.

Roman could have sworn he'd drawn blood by biting the sides of his cheeks. He clawed at his hair and slammed his hands on the hard concrete.

'Wanda! Steve?! Mom, Dad! Strucker?! Anyone?!'