Chapter 1

"Эй, малыш, ты в порядке? [Hey, kid are you ok?]"

Clint Barton leaned his forearms against the glass of his cell, eyes on the huddled form of the girl in the cell across from him. Wanda sat on the floor against the wall, her arms bound in that fucking straight jacket. The collar around her neck flashed its warning red light. Her head was dropped almost to her chest with her limp red hair shielding her face. She hadn't moved since the guards had returned her from wherever they'd taken her.

She didn't acknowledge that she'd heard him.

Clint leaned his forehead against the glass and watched her, rage and worry burning in his chest like acid. They'd been imprisoned on the raft for 46 days. He had no idea if Tony Stark had kept his promise to help Rogers and Barnes. He had no idea if the three of them were alive. He had no idea if anyone had told Laura where he was or if his kids were safe. But most urgently, he had no idea where the guards kept taking Wanda every few days.

Based on how she was slowly becoming a hollow shell of a human, he had a few guesses. None of them were good. Clint swore low and viciously under his breath.

"What's going on?" Sam's voice came from two cells to his right.

The prison cells were in a large oval. Wanda was directly across from Clint. Scott was to the right of Clint and Sam to the right of Scott. Scott could see half of Wanda's cell, but Sam couldn't see any of them and they couldn't see Sam either.

"Wanda's still not responding." Came Scott's voice, uncharacteristically grave.

The first time she'd been taken from her cell, she'd demanded answers from the guards. When they didn't answer, she'd turned terrified eyes to Clint, Scott, and Sam, silently begging for help. The guards hadn't responded to the three men's shouts and threats either, and they'd been forced to wait for them to bring Wanda back. When she'd returned, pale and shaky, she'd insisted that they'd just run several tests on her powers. But every few days, Wanda would be taken again, and each time she had less and less to say about it.

"Wanda?" Sam's voice was gentle. "Are they hurting you?"

Clint watched the girl carefully, but she still didn't respond.

"Ванда, они тебе больно? [Wanda, are they hurting you?]" Clint asked in Russian. They had initially spoken in Russian to annoy the guards and occasionally Sam and Scott, but now it seemed to be the only language that she responded to.

Wanda's head rolled towards him and Clint's heart constricted painfully in horror. Her eyes were barely open and unfocused, her cheeks wet with tears. The side of her face that he could see was covered in slowly darkening bruises. Her lip was swollen and bleeding. He'd seen the way some of the guards had looked at her, like she was nothing more than a piece of meat.

He heard Scott relaying Wanda's injuries to Sam, who swore furiously.

"Ванда, пожалуйста, поговори со мной. [Wanda, please talk to me.]" Clint pleaded.

Wanda's brow furrowed slightly and she seemed to be struggling to lift her head off the reinforced glass wall. Realization dawned on Clint with a wave of fury.

"She's drugged!" He snarled.

There was a dull thud as though Sam had driven his fist into the wall.

"You won't get away with this!" Sam yelled. "Do you hear me, Ross? You will fucking pay for this!"

There was no answer from the room upstairs.

Clint bolted upright in the darkness.

He wasn't sure what had woken him, but his adrenaline was pumping. He threw off the pathetic prison blanket and crept to the glass wall. The cells were lit with a dim blue light at night. He could just make out Wanda standing in the middle of her cell, her back to him.

"Wanda!" He called quietly, trying and failing to sound calm.

Her head turned towards him, and he couldn't help starting at the sight of her eyes glowing red in the darkness.

Clint. Wanda's terrified voice suddenly rang in his head as though she were speaking right next to him. They're going to cut open my head. They're going to take my brain apart-

The words cut off abruptly as Wanda jerked and screamed. Her body arched, and she fell to the floor in a heap, seizing violently.

"Wanda!" Clint yelled, horrified. He had only seen Wanda get electrocuted by the collar once before, and it had only lasted for a few seconds. "Wanda!"

Vaguely he could hear Scott and Sam shouting and pounding on the glass. After what seemed like hours, Wanda's body finally collapsed and was still. Clint drove his fist into the glass, tears rolling down his face. He couldn't tell if she was even alive.

"Держись, милая. [Hold on, sweetheart.]" He whispered helplessly.

Goddamn it, Steve. Where are you?

AN: I am using good old Google translate for all the languages that are not English, so please forgive any mistakes!