Days pass and these people haven't let us go. They've been holding us hostage for what feels like ever and I can't take it anymore. What should have been a vacation turned into something much worse, complete and utter torture... literally. When they saw us follow them into the alleyway they thought that we were part of the US government, spies who were looking for secrets to send off to the United States or to Tony Stark himself. This of course wasn't our intentions and every time we tried to tell them we had nothing to do with either one of those aspects they didn't believe us. Instead they'd hit us from each answer they felt wasn't correct to the point we could barely even function sometimes.

By now I'm convinced that it has been about a week that we've been here and there still doesn't seem to be any change in letting us free. After the first night of questioning they eventually separated us into two rooms and I couldn't have been more scared to not have him with me. I knew however that he was in the next room from mine 'cause I heard him talking to me through the wall almost immediately after they did this, and to this day he still does it no matter the time or how he feels. Whenever he does this I always end up sitting on the floor against the wall with my head resting on the cold cement behind me just to listen to his voice for some type of comfort. Despite the physical loneliness of being locked in this room his voice alone can calm me down enough not to break down. I haven't even been able to hear his thoughts because these soldiers put a metal bracelet on both of our wrists when they took us to keep us from using our powers. This just makes things extra lonely when he's not physically talking to me knowing I can't do something as simple as read his mind.

The whole time we've been taken all I've been able to think of are our parents. Us being gone for a couple weeks is expected for them, but not calling or keeping them updated for whatever amount of days we've been here is going to make it obvious that something happened to us. We should have listened to them when they said to stick close to home for our first time away.

One morning I'm woken up from a door opening and know it's one of the men dropping food off so that I don't starve just like they do every morning, but I don't pay mind to it. Instead I wait like I always do and pretend I'm still sleeping because I rather not see who it is. But then I notice that the door doesn't close again and fear comes through me, because this almost always means they are here for more than just to drop off food and I'm so scared to even open my eyes now. When I don't hear the steps of someone walking to me I wait to listen for any other sounds, but none of them come to my ears. So out of confusion I slowly open my eyes to see what's going on and my gaze lands on the redhead from the night we got taken just standing there. I've seen her a few times since I've gotten here, mostly standing in the background watching with the silver haired boy. But each of those times they've asked her to step forward and when she'd get to me her hands would glow and the next thing I knew I was in some type of dream world...nightmares of my fears. It felt like I'd never leave the chaos in my head, feeling all the emotions at once and it scared me so bad that I'd feel lost and dazed out for hours as I trembled in sweat and would vomit from how much it hurt my head when she messed with my mind.

I bolt up quickly and end up with my back against the wall to my bed from being scared of her. Not only do I know how she uses fears against someone, but she's more powerful than I had realized after seeing how she practically swatted away my fire into a wall. If she decided to attack me again I could do nothing about it with the metal bracelet on my wrist making me more vulnerable to her powers.

"W-What...do you want?" I try to keep my voice calm as I ask this but it's hard knowing what she can do to me.

Her head tilts gently to the side with a little bit of sadness in her eyes and this totally confuses me that she's showing sympathy when no one else has. The more I stare at her eyes the more I notice that they kind of look to be the same color as my powers, which I'll admit is kind of cute. But the way she's staring feels as if her eyes are scanning me while her long red hair slightly droops to the side as she does this, and now I'm really wishing that I could read her mind.

"To talk." She says gently in her Sokovian accent, not seeming upset or evil at all. This of course is odd considering she is with men who tortured us.

I watch this girl standing at the door to my prisoned bedroom for a while, trying so hard to get through this barrier that holds my ability to read her thoughts. I can't tell if she's up to something but to talk doesn't seem like these peoples' forte. Throwing their fists and zapping with tasers seems more their flow because for one, I can still feel the way the electricity went through my body when they used that thing on me. And two, I'm still recovering from the busted lip and bruised cheekbone that are left from the punches they gave me a couple days before.

It almost seems like she knows what I'm trying to do as she smiles a bit. But it's a little confusing because she's giving me a warm smile as if she actually cares, or giving me hope like there's a light at the end of this dark tunnel. "I know you read minds. I can recognize the concentration on your face."

I gulp a bit, but keep my face firm so I don't show that she caught me. "I can't do that." Is what I decide to say since the only active power anyone is able to see is my fire ability. Reading minds is always a secret so it's not used against me and it almost feels as if she knows what I'm thinking. Then she smiles and walks a little closer to me without even saying another word.

Seeing her walk closer scares the hell out of me because the next thing I know my impulses kick in as my hand goes up to defend myself right away. That is until I remember that I won't be able to use my powers if I wanted to and I notice that she didn't even flinch when I did this, which is a little alarming as she takes another step closer before she stops. The sound of the door clicking comes from behind her when one of the men who let her inside closes it now.

"You can't lie to someone who has the same ability, Madison."

I blink at her slowly from saying my full name because no one calls me that unless it's my family. I've never met someone outside of my own coven who is able to read minds and has the ability to move fire without a second thought. Archie has telekinesis and not even he can do that yet. "You're a witch too?"

She presses her lips together with a little bit of a shrug, as if she's unsure on how to answer that. "In a way."

I stare at her in confusion, because there is no half-assing being a witch. But then I get distracted from her taking another step towards me and now both of my hands go up to tell her to stop rather than trying to use my power. "Please..." my voice is a little shaky, teeth slightly clenched up because I want to cry. "D-Don't hurt me." I know her way of torture would be much worse if she gets her hands on me.

Now her face drops a bit, stopping in her tracks. The confused and concerned side of her is a little more noticeable now, "They've put you through a lot."

"I...I just want to go home."

"I know." she points to a plate of food that she had set onto the table near the door, "Eat. You need your strength."

I press my lips together now, feeling the pain from my busted lip as I do this. I ignore it though, blinking at her slowly with my back still against the wall. "Why are you being nice to me?"

She half smiles, smoothing her hair behind her ear. "Because I've seen inside your head. I see who you are and I know you aren't who they think. You have powers like me and my brother."

First off, the fact that her nightmare power allows her to actually be in my head is a little creepy, but I won't mention that. Second, I realize when she said brother she probably means the silver haired boy I'd seen with her. "Useless powers if it didn't keep us from getting in here."

"Because you haven't tapped into them fully. We can help with that."

I grind my teeth a little bit, wanting to believe her. There's no one else on my side besides Archie, but he's in the next room with no way to help if I get into trouble. So after a few long seconds of silence I slowly get to my feet and walk over. I don't go to her though, instead I head to the table where the food is to see what's on the plate but I get distracted from the mirror beside me. When I stare into it I see the cuts and bruises to my face, some of them hiding the bits of freckles I have. Then I notice movement and see that the girl is staring at me from the reflection, feeling that uneasiness of her presence and eventually I turn to look at her. She's a little closer than I'm comfortable with but I notice she's only slightly taller than me.

The girl's eyes are on mine with a warm smile, then her gaze shifts away towards the lower part of my face and her hand slowly moves. This makes me flinch as I back away and she puts both of her hands up in surrender for a second with a shake of her head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I was just going to heal your wounds."

This takes me off guard. She's full of surprises with how much power she actually has, but I shake my head, my breath a little picked up. "I...don't want to be touched."

She takes a breath and nods at me, backing away now as if wanting me to know she respects my boundaries. Then she says, "I'm Wanda."

I watch her for a second before giving a soft smile. She already knows my name so there's no point in reintroducing myself. So instead I say, "You're too sweet to be hanging around these soldiers, Wanda." If only I could read her mind, needing to know if she actually is as nice as she seems.

"They may have flaws, but they helped us when in need. We owe them."

I nod slowly, understanding her point. But to me they aren't nice. They're hurting me because they think I'm part of something bigger than just being a kid. "How can you help us?"

She smiles softly, then takes a breath. "We can help you control your powers better. They are good from what I saw. But it can grow."

"Is that what they did for you?"

She nods slowly, "I know you were born with these powers. But I was not. They gave me a way to gain them and then trained me."

"Gained them?" I blink in confusion as she nods at me, "How?"

"A powerful weapon. There's magic in it and one touch gave me the ability to do this." She opens up her hands and I see the same red orbs that she had when I first saw her. They are just floating in her palms.

I tilt my head in a bit of curiosity, pointing to her hands. "A weapon gave you the power to do that?"

She nods, "It's able to do things you can't even imagine, Madison." Her hands go back to normal, "A year ago the magic seeping inside of that weapon chose me and Pietro."

Pietro. A name to the silver haired boy. Her brother.

"Let them...us, help you." She says this so calmly that it feels as if she's a friend.

I watch her for a few silent seconds as I press my lips together, thinking hard. They've only had magic for a year and they seem to be more advanced than us. Maybe...maybe by doing this it could be the way out and the way to go home. Trust is the key here. So I take a breath, "Okay." I nod and look her straight in the eyes, "I'm in."