I do not own any of the marvel character. This fanfiction is rated M for mature audiences. Trigger Warning, there is violence, mention or eating disorders and rape and self harm. this story will be mainly Nat/ Wanda based I like the idea of Nat taking on kind of like a motherly roll with Wanda. I plan on writing a lot for this too.
Wanda's POV:
When I first started to gain conciseness I immediately started to panic at the fact that I could not move. My arms are stuck, wrapped around my body. I looked over and saw Clint next to me with a solum look on his face as he watch me. "Hey kid, I'm glad to see you're up now. How do you feel"
"Where ar-" I was cut off by pain ripping through my neck causing me scream as the sharp pain shot through my whole body. My eyes fading in and out of black for a few minutes after but I could hear sam, Clint, and Scott yell in the background. After a few minutes a big burly guard walks into my line of view and warns "don't move or talk which because we will not hesitate to turn up the voltage on your collar witch." I flinched at them calling my witch since its what Steve and the others always called me. Of course they meant it as more of a term of endearment, not like these men. I did exactly that, I sat there in silence. The guys would talk and keep me in the conversation and everyone and while Clint would call my name and tell me to look at him. It was his way of making sure I was still with them and If Im being honest the reassurance that I go every time I looked him in the eyes is what kept me grounded. I quickly found out that they would be shocking me every hour on the hour "to keep me weak" Is what one of the guards told the guys after the first shock.
"What the fuck she didn't even do anything! She hasn't moved or made a sound in an hour!" Scot yelled , which the guard answered with "Im not giving the witch enough time to get her strength back. Now shut up or i'll shock her again."
"Seriously man! Were the ones talking to you why do you have to threaten the kid" sam chimed in,
"Because I was told you guys aren't to be harmed incase of early release, it on the other hand isn't going anywhere" he said looking at me with such discuss It made me disgusted with my self. I flinch at him calling me it, It gave me flashback of my time at hydra where Peitro and I were were referred to as test subjects 40 and 41. Never any our names and anything that made us sound human. After a few more hours everyone had fallen asleep including me but that did not last long. I woke up from my short slumber as pain shot through my neck. I tried to curl into myself even more if humanly possible and just let the tears flow. When did everything get so messed up I thought. Things were just becoming somewhat okay back at the compound. I had gotten really close with Nat and I was finally getting comfortable with my powers.
One week earlier:
I woke up to the smell of coffee and pancakes. I groaned rolling out of bed before going into my bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for the day. I smiled slightly when I saw my reflection in the mirror. Which was new for me. I have started to put on some much needed healthy weight after working with Natasha for who knows how long on my eating. My cheeks has color in them instead of just looking sickly pale and I didn't have huge black black bags under my eyes. This was the first month where I wasn't having nightmares every single night. After brushing through my hair I put on a pair of leggings and a quick dry quarter zip. Nat was finally letting me start to train now that I have been eating which I am so excited about. All I want is to be an avenger so that I don't disappoint Peitro. Plus after a while of having nothing to do but read one gets restless. Once I was dress I headed down stairs to the kitchen to get some breakfast before training. Nat would kill me if I was late. "Morning little witch" Steve said as I walked in. He was hunched over the skillet making what he called his "famous pancakes", and Im not going to lie they live up to their name.
"Good morning malysh. How did you sleep?" nat said looking up from above her coffee cup as she took a sip.
"Good" I said with a small smiley as I walked into the kitchen and over to where she sat at the counter. I still wasn't sure on what was okay when it came to where I sat or stood or did at all for that matter so I usually just did what Nat did. I did not want to do something to make anyone mad and want to kick me out or punish me. IOnerviously fiddled with my fingers no knowing what to do as I sat next Nat, she put her coffee down and put one around my shoulder and lightly squeezing and leaning her head closer to mine. " any nightmares?" She asked in a tone that only Peitro has used with me. One that only someone who really cares about you would use.
I shook my head no and I could feel a smile tugging at my lips. She smiled and gave me one more light squeeze before walking over to the pantry and getting a mug out. "Tea?" She asked looking at me. "Yes please" I nodding my head. As she got to work on the tea I anxieciously tapped my fingers on my leg as I watched her and Steve danced around the kitchen getting the meal together. This was something that I would never get tired of watching, they looked so domestic, almost like we were actually a family.
"How many pancakes Wanda?" Steve asked me.
"One please" I answered which was quickly followed up by Natasha saying,
"Two Steve" and she gave me a look that said don't even try to argue. Which I of course new better than to try. Steve stacked two pancakes on to a plate for me and then topped them with strawberries and whipped cream. Then he did the same but with three pancakes for Nat and six for himself. Him and Nat made their way back over to the counter with pancake and tea in hand. They set them down on the table before we all dug in. After a few minutes Steve cleared his throat,
"So kiddo, we got some news this morning that there is a mission in Lagos tomorrow. We are all going but we need to leave by noon today." I immediately lost all of my appetite and I could feel my heart beat quickness's. I wasn't ready, I barley had a grasp on my powers. If I am scared of myself then so should everybody else. Nat immediately sensed my anxiety and sneezed my hand under the table. "Don't worry Wands, it will be an easy one."
"Nat's right kiddo, you've got nothing to worry about." Steve chimed in.
End of flashback
"Wanda" I heard Clint say and I shifted my eyes to him. "Hey kiddo, you doing okay. I've been calling your name for a while now. You had me scared there for a second." He had a crinkle in between his eyes as he spoke indicating his worry. I could not do anything to respond as much as I wanted to without the risk of being electrocuted. Instead I just look him in the eyes hoping that I was able to convey that I was fine and I was prepared to fight to hold on until Nat and Steve came for us. The night continued on the same, Clint was tell stories about different mission he and Nat went on. While I continued to get shocked every hour. I could feel myself getting weaker and wanted nothing more than to just sleep, overtime I started to drift off but I was just shocked back into consciousness. I opted to keep counting the tiles on the floor over and over to keep my mind occupied. Eventually Sam and Scott were awake too.
"God you don't look good kid." Sam said, "did you sleep at all?"
"No those mother fu-" Clint looked at me and then cleared his throat "they shocked her every hour the whole night"
I could practically see them bubbling with anger. Sam just nodded solemnly. We sat their for a while in silence until Sam made a loud groaning sound
"Come on man, seriously! Thats awful!"
"I thought that there would be better ventilation in here with a it being a world classes prison and all. Plus I get gassy when I'm nervious." Scott shrugged From the cell next to Sam. Clint burst into laughter after that followed by the other two men. As much as I wanted to join in and laugh, even just smiley I knew that I would not be worth the shocked that followed it so I just stayed quiet and counted the tiles instead.
I was at tile 43 when the guards walked in carrying trays of food. They opened little slits in the guys cells and set the trays in there before looking at me. I tried in anyway to make myself smaller but It was impossible in the straight jacket. I could feel my anxiety pick up as they walk towards my cell. "Leave her alone!" I heard the guys yell as the two guards approached my cell. They didn't stopped, ignoring the guys protest. Before t hey opened my cell door and walked over to me a big burly guard with greasy slicked back hair pulled a remote from his pocket and pressed the button, sending the now all to Familiar shooting through my body. Rolled over onto my side gritting my teeth trying not to give them the satisfaction of making a sound. The greasy haired guard knelt down and pulled me back into my sitting position. Now at my face level he put his mouth up to my ears.
"Your a pretty little one aren't you" he said. I flinched hard trying to move away from him but found myself unable to move as he was gipping onto my thigh so tight I am sure It will leave a mark. Evidently Clint could see the panic on my face
" What did you say to her you bastered! Get the fuck away from her!" Instead they loosen my jacket so that my legs and arm where no longer so tightly bound.
"Stand" the other guard said. At first I didn't move, I honestly wasn't sure how I could after my legs being bent for so long I didn't even know how to unbend them. The guard who was still kneeling on my level ran his his hand down my leg from the top of my thigh to my calve and roughly straightened my legs out. I wanted to vomit just from him touching me but that was quickly replaced but my vision becoming spotting and the feeling of almost passing out as he put his arms under my armpits and forcefully pulled me up. "HEY DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER!" I heard the guys yelling. My legs were stiff but I'm manage to get them to move as the guards led me out of the cell and down the hall away from the guys. I was now shaking in fear as I was headed away. I could hear the guys shouts in the background but there was nothing that could be done. Instead I let them drag me into a room with a doctors bed in the middle. I immediately started squirming, for the first time trying to get away as I was flooded with memories of Hydra. The greasy hair guard grabbed my arm tighter "Stop moving!" He growled. I didn't and that was quickly answered with a hard slap to the face which knocked the wind right out of my lungs. I bent over clutching my face and gasping for air when I felt them pick me up and before I knew it I was strapped into the chair.