Ch. 2
Wanda never wanted to die more.
After she lost her parents, she went through a long bout of depression. It was embarrassing to think about, especially because it led to her convincing her brother Pietro to agree to Hydra's testing plans.
Pietro.
The thought of him made her fingertips spark slightly with red. Almost immediately this was stopped by a quick shock seizing her body. The guard nearby let out a content laugh. She was much too weak at this point to let out even a whimper.
If she hadn't done all of this…Pietro would still be alive. She convinced him to join her in the tests Hydra was conducting. She convinced him to help the Avengers when she finally realized Ultron's plans were far beyond what they had agreed on. She was the one who decided to become an Avenger.
Wanda looked down at the ground, eyes glazed over from her haunting thoughts – donning her straight jacket and shock collar. It was impossible to move in all of this garb. Unlike the other Avengers in their cells, she didn't have the pleasure of walking around her cell. The others…she started to feel like a part of the team up until recently. The matter of her powers was always a huge elephant in the room for them. It wasn't something she wanted to admit, but she felt as if she was the reason for the fighting going on between all of the heroes. The Accords, while written and directed at all of them, were very clearly an attack on her in many regards. Secretary Ross had enacted specific and harsher punishments for her specifically due to the breach of the agreement. They claimed it was because she didn't have U.S. citizenship, but she knew it was because they were afraid of her power and wanted to harness it. The constant torture could tell her that much.
Feeling her neck tighten as she shifted slightly in her spot, she shut her eyes in pain.
The amount of blood that I must be covered in… she thought, letting out a shaky breath.
At times like this, she usually allowed herself to zone out – to accept her inevitable death as a deserved one. She was a monster – a monster that needed to be controlled. Her thoughts, however, continued past thinking of the Avengers. There was only one person in the group she felt truly connected to. That same person also signed The Accords right in front of her – claiming that he was doing it for her protection.
Vision came to be a part of the team around the same time she did. He was also tasked with proving himself – as he was immediately considered a threat to the team at birth. That threat was quickly diminished from everyone's minds, however, when he was able to wield Thor's hammer.
Their friendship had grown past the Ultron incident. After he had rescued her, they had spent a great deal of time together in the Avenger's compound. Wanda almost allowed herself to audibly scoff at the memories of her pouring her heart out to him, venting about her past. She thought that he would understand – that he would do anything to help her. She was wrong.
Leaning back against the cold, concrete wall, she allowed herself to relax her body as much as she could. Death was welcome. Death was the only thing she was certain wouldn't betray her.
A groan from the guard nearby took her out of her thoughts. His body slumped over in his chair, the black shock collar fob slipping out of his hands and clanging onto the concrete flooring. She squinted to try and get a better look at his unconscious form, just as someone approached her cell.
"Hey kid" he said quietly, fiddling with the lock on her cell. She looked up and saw Steve Rogers. Her heart dropped to her stomach, as all of her previously morbid thoughts flooded from her mind.
He's saving us…we're free…
She wanted to say something. To say hello, or even thank you. To emphasize how happy she was to see someone and know they cared and didn't want her and the others dead. Her throat tightened when she opened her mouth to speak, and she knew nothing would come out.
Steve seemed to catch on as he started fiddling with her shock collar "It's fine, you don't have to say anything…"
Her fists clenched when he finally removed the collar. Pain surged through her body – her neck was finally exposed to air, and she felt the blood trickling down her chest already.
His breath hitched, but she noticed him moving even quicker to remove the straight jacket.
As her bounds broke from her, she collapsed into Steve, feeling weaker than before.
"It's going to be alright, Wanda." He said sternly, picking her up as her vision slowly faded to black.