Hey guys! Here's chapter eight. I apologize in advance if it's a little boring or confusing. I didn't know what to do with two characters who are basically starting over again. Also, I don't know how the mind wiping thing goes, so please bear with me when it comes to that.
Anyway, I don't own the characters or their histories.
X_X_X
What? Where am I?
"Scarlet Witch," a voice said from somewhere in the room.
"Come on, I know you're waking up," the same voice said.
Slowly, the girl opened her eyes and blinked against the lights hanging from the ceiling. She immediately noticed the room was filled with many men holding their weapons pointing towards her.
Sitting up, the girl instinctively raised her hands and called forth her protection.
What she did not expect was the shock that ran through her body like needles prickling every inch of her skin.
"Agh!" she yelled out.
"It works," the voice from earlier said. Turning her head, the girl saw an older redhead walking towards her from behind a guard dressed all in black.
"Scarlet Witch, I'm so glad you're finally awake," he said.
"Who's Scarlet Witch?" the girl asked.
The redheaded man smiled.
"You, of course," he said.
I'm Scarlet Witch? the girl thought to herself. A push at the base of her head made her wonder whether it was true or not.
"That sounds wrong," she said. The pushing paused and the Witch rubbed her temples.
"Would I lie to you, Witch?" the man asked.
"How can I trust you if I don't know who you are," she responded.
The man smiled.
"I'm Alexander Pierce, I'm your caretaker. We know each other, we're friends."
The throbbing in her head started again.
"Why can't I remember you then? Why can't I remember myself? I don't remember anything besides waking up here. And if we're friends, why are your men pointing their guns at me?" the Witch asked.
Alexander nodded his head at his guards and they lowered their weapons before walking out of the room. The only one to stay was the one dressed in all black.
"Just a precaution," he said, moving to sit at the end of her bed. "You have powers, Witch. Powerful ones at that and we were unsure of how you'd react when waking up. The guns and the collar," he said, motioning to her throat, "were just in case you panicked."
A hand automatically raised to where he pointed, finally noticing the collar around her neck.
"The shock came from this?" she asked.
Alexander nodded.
"What happened to me?" she asked, pulling her legs up to wrap her arms around them.
"You were on a mission with the Winter Soldier when enemy forces attacked. They had a powerful member who striked you two with his lightning hammer, causing your memories to be lost," he said, looking at the Witch and the man dressed all in black, which she assumed to be the Winter Soldier. "You've been out for two days."
The throbbing was becoming a pounding in her head and she closed her eyes shut.
"That would explain the headache," she said.
Alexander laughed.
"If you're all better, I'll ask the doctors to release you. The Soldier will lead you to the bedroom you two share," he said, getting up.
"What?" both the Winter Soldier and Scarlet Witch asked.
"Did you forget?" Alexander asked with a mocking tone, "You two are HYDRA's power couple. Individually you're both dangerous, but together? You're the deadliest couple the world ever saw. It's no wonder you were drawn to each other."
With that, Alexander walked out, leaving the two alone.
"That… that doesn't feel right?" the Witch commented.
"Things won't feel right for a few days, but I trust Pierce. I've known him for a long time," the Soldier said.
The Witch was shocked to find his voice deep and relaxing. She would've expected something more terrifying from him.
The next half hour was filled with nurses checking her vitals one last time and giving her some aftercare tips.
Silently, the Soldier and the Witch made their way to their room.
Their.
The Witch couldn't believe she'd begun a relationship with this emotionless man walking next to her.
If only Pietro could see me now, she thought to herself before pausing in the hallway.
Pietro.
"Witch?" the Soldier asked.
"Pietro!" she whispered yelled at him.
"Who?" he asked.
The Witch unconsciously began patting herself down, as if that would somehow bring back the memory of this Pietro she knew.
Some rustling brought her attention down to the pocket of her sweater. She pulled out a small picture of a family.
There was a man and a woman in the picture with one arm wrapped around each other. Their free arms were wrapped around a young girl and a young boy. They resembled one another with their brown hair and dark eyes. All of them were smiling at the camera.
The Witch felt the pounding at the base of her head quicken, as if urging her remember.
"I-I think I know these people," The Witch told the Soldier.
"Maybe they're your family," he suggested. "That looks like a smaller you," he said, pointing to the girl.
"Pietro," she repeated, her thumb rubbing over the boy's face.
"I have a family, Soldier," she said, choking on tears that threatened to escape.
She didn't know why she wanted to cry, she still didn't know her situation. For all she knew, her family could be here in the building with her. It'd make sense for them to be there, she'd just had an accident.
"Let's go, maybe they're on the base," the Soldier said, taking her hand and pulling her down the hallway.
A sense of familiarity filled her when their hands touched.
Well duh, according to Alexander you're dating this guy, she reminded herself.
The two stopped at a door far away from the busy part of the building.
Pulling out a key, the Soldier opened the door.
Inside it was empty. Not just of the family she had hoped would be there, but of most things. There was only a queen size bed in one corner of the room and a desk right next to it.
There was a gap in the wall that served as a closet and another door. Walking over, the Witch discovered it was a bathroom.
"This is our place?" she asked, noticing too late that it was probably rude of her to say something like that.
"I think so. The bed is a little bit bigger than I remember, but the rest is the same," the Soldier answered.
Right. This man is as clueless as I am, she thought.
"Okay," she began, "Soldier. Why do I keep calling you Soldier? What's your real name?" she asked.
The man stared at her for a long time.
"I don't know. I've always been called Soldier," he said.
The Witch twisted her mouth into a scowl.
"And why is it that you remember more than I do?" she asked.
Again, the Soldier stared at her.
"I don't know that either. I don't remember much of who I am, I just remember other people. Much like you remember your family," he said moving to sit on the bed.
The Witch sat down on the chair by the desk and looked at the picture again.
The throbbing in her head was constant now and had become more annoying than painful.
The two sat quietly as the sun moved its position in the sky.
Neither the Witch nor the Soldier knew what to say to each other. They weren't sure whether to continue with their relationship or end it. This was an odd situation for both of them.
Finally night fell and the Soldier stood up, causing the Witch to spring up as well.
Both were embarrassed to hear their cracking bones break the silence.
"Oh my god," the Witch finally said, mortified.
Suddenly she started laughing and it wasn't long before the Soldier joined her.
"That's what we get for sitting still for so long," he said.
"If anyone heard us they would've assumed we were a pair of seniors in here," she managed to get out between her giggles.
"Well old lady, I think it's time for these seniors to go to bed," he said with a smile.
The Witch stopped laughing and looked at the bed.
"I can take the floor," the Soldier said.
She shook her head.
"Nonsense. The floor is nothing but cement, and anyway, there's only one blanket. I may not know you, but I'm not about to let you freeze on the floor," she said.
The Soldier raised his eyebrow at her. "Who says you'd be the one keeping the blanket? If I'm letting you have the comfortable bed then the least you could do is let me have the warm blanket," he said.
The Witch scoffed.
"Please, even sleeping on the same bed you probably still won't get the blanket," she said poking her tongue out at him.
His deep laughter sent butterflies flying in her stomach.
"Alright, Witch, I'll take your word for it," he said, lifting the blanket up and gesturing for her to climb in.
"Ladies first," he said.
The Witch took off her shoes and climbed into the bed, trying not to freak out at the Soldier coming in after her. She could feel herself blushing at their close proximity.
You'd think this is the first time I slept with this guy, she thought to herself.
"Goodnight Witch," came his soft voice from next to her.
"Goodnight Soldier," she said, turning to face the wall.
As they fell asleep, they unconsciously turned to face one another, their hands finding each other under the covers.
X_X_X
A week after the Witch and the Soldier woke up, they were sent on another mission to find a man and get information out of him. The Witch was excited to gain access to her powers again after having the collar removed. It made the mission go by faster than anyone had expected.
Right after that one, they were sent on another one to gather an important artifact from a museum. It was too easy as the Soldier kept watch while the Witch made the guard fetch it for her.
Soon after that, the Witch made her first kill. A man had run from HYDRA and was hiding out in northern Brazil. The Soldier let the Witch lead the mission and applauded her as she tore the man in half with her powers.
These missions took only a week and due to their success, they were sent out more often.
For the following two weeks word spread that the Winter Soldier was working with the Scarlet Witch. Rumor had it that she would hypnotize you and lead you straight to the Soldier, who would finish the job. People were told to be weary of the red smoke, for it would mean the Witch was nearby.
No one ever saw them but they knew to watch their backs. The few who were privileged enough to see the duo in action never lived to tell the tale.
It wasn't long before SHIELD knew about the deadly couple.
