A/N: Thanks to the couple of people that have followed/favorited!

I don't know if this chapter needs a trigger warning or not since if characters are temporarily on the Raft hellhole, Bad Things are kind of expected, but...TW for violence and such.

On to the story!

Wanda felt her shaky legs buckle under her immediately upon being shoved into this new cell, and she fell hard on her knees. She did not make a sound, just awkwardly scooted over to a wall and pushed herself against it until she was sitting up again. The clear door slid shut, but she ignored that too. One of the guards appeared less hateful than the other one, so she focused on that one and asked him for some water.

"This once. Dinnertime's passed. Get this one some water," the man ordered the other guard. "With a straw." Like the ones that had dragged her out of the helicopter earlier, this man seemed utterly indifferent, though the other one gave her a disgusted look before sauntering off. Clearly he did not want to have to do extra work, like fetching prisoners water when it was not 'dinnertime'.

Wanda stayed silent until she received the promised water, delivered in a plastic tumbler with a straw. The guard she didn't like slammed it on the bench that served as a bed in the cell and stalked back out without a word...and then she heard that beeping noise again and instinctively squeezed her eyes shut. That's not fair. I didn't do anything. Wanda heard the other guard admonishing his friend in a faraway sort of way, something about not punishing prisoners for no reason or without orders. I have another piece of information. The one that did this is called Damian. Then there was Clint's voice shouting angrily. Wanda lay quietly on the floor for awhile, her body still trembling from the shocks, now wondering if that guard-Damian-would just activate the collar yet again if she so much as moved wrong. Maybe he will just get assigned somewhere else in the prison, she thought hopefully.

That was probably too much to hope for, because certainly stupid Ross was not going to care if Damian went about shocking her whenever he pleased. "I'm...okay. I just asked for water," Wanda said aloud upon hearing Clint calling and asking what had happened. He sounded across from her own cell and farther down the row, and she couldn't see him, though she thought she might be able to properly if they were both in the front corners of their respective cells. Or, if she couldn't see him, then she'd be able to see either Scott or Sam, because they were across from her own cell too.

"The idiot shocked you for that?" Clint sounded pissed again, and there was a loud thump of something being punched, probably the door of his cell.

"Shut up or I'll give her another hit."

"All right, all right, shutting up. Come get your jollies harassing someone else instead and leave my kid alone." Wanda thought it was lucky for Damian that Clint was stuck in his own cell, because that tone meant Damian was in dire trouble once her friend got to him.

"She's not your kid or even a kid."

"Am I supposed to answer that or do you still want me to shut up?"

Wanda decided to get to her water now while Damian was distracted by Clint, just in case he decided her doing that bugged him too. Part of her rather expected something to be wrong with it, so she was unsurprised to find out it was saltwater and not drinkable in the first place. She didn't bother asking for new water, just kicked the bench in frustration and went back to leaning against the wall.

The indifferent guard glanced at her when he heard the noise, but then shrugged seeing that nothing weird had happened and Wanda was merely sitting there. Wanda closed her eyes and stayed silent, trying to think of something to distract her from the present. I did start to send a telepathic message earlier successfully without setting the collar off. I know the team doesn't like me poking at their heads, but... She did not believe Clint would mind if she attempted talking to him that way, not here. Heck, he'd told her it was okay if she needed to communicate with him in an emergency and she couldn't in any other way. Wanda peeked toward the glass to make sure no one was watching her, just in case this didn't work, before closing her eyes and carefully reaching out mentally toward her friend. There! "Is this okay?" she asked as quickly as she could, and instantly withdrew the mental action again, not wanting to press her luck. Then, "I'm not sure how long I can keep the channel open without-" Wanda scrunched herself into a tighter ball as the connection snapped. This wasn't as bad as the previous shocks and didn't completely debilitate her, even though it was still painful, so clearly it must depend on how much power she tried to use, and this technically used very, very little.

There was a surprised pained noise simultaneously from across the aisle, and Wanda knew she had somehow made Clint feel the same thing she had by accident. Oh no. I don't want to do that, no matter what. I won't.

The indifferent guard was looking at her suspiciously now. "What did you do? And are you done with that water yet?"

"...It's saltwater," Wanda said after a moment. What do I say? I can't let them know I have at least a little bit of a way communicate even when I'm not supposed to talk. "My fingers are numb. I tried to move and used a bit of power by accident because I couldn't feel it." There. That sounded believable, though she knew her magic wouldn't do anything so mundane as that by accident just for that.

"That, does not explain why your friend the archer over there made a weird surprised noise at the exact same time you set your collar off." The guard still looked suspicious, not threatening exactly, just suspicious and, Wanda noticed, a smidgen fearful. "You can get in people's heads. Make them see or feel things. Did you do something to him?"

"I don't do mind tricks anymore," Wanda said calmly, which was true; she was officially not supposed to do such things, even on missions. "Moreover, why would I even want to do that to him? Clint Barton is my friend. If I could, I would do it to your hateful coworker." Also true; she would most definitely like to make Damian see his worst nightmares or something.

Now the guard seemed to believe her, though he also looked more disturbed now. "Don't you dare move, don't try anything funny, and no talking. But I'll get different water," he said, and reopened the cell door, eyeing her closely with another collar remote in hand while he grabbed the tumbler and exited. It was very obvious he did not wish to be anywhere near her.

Wanda found it simultaneously amusing and disheartening that this man was the one scared of her, and he was the one carrying something capable of disabling her immediately if she tried to do anything. She closed her eyes and went back to her telepathic messaging experiment. "I'm sorry for" Pause. "making you feel," pause, "that." No more shocks assaulted her, thank goodness. Wanda kept herself from reacting in any visible manner, but now she was very, very relieved. I guess a few words at a time are okay, but I need to find some way to...get replies.

Damian had sauntered off on his rounds, seemingly grown tired of harassing the Avengers. "Hey, Scott, go to the front corner of your cell, would you?" Clint asked. "I think you're the one closest to Wanda, so you might be able to see her. Hopefully."

"Yeah, well, I can see into the front left side of it, I think, but she's not there...never mind. She's coming-I can see her now!" Scott waved at her and then said, "Oh sorry, I guess that might have been rude, because you can't wave back," which made Wanda smile.

I'm glad I can at least see one of them. Wanda was unsure if speaking aloud was going to get her into trouble again, even though she didn't see any guards in the vicinity at the moment, so she stayed quiet.

"Is she all right?" Clint asked, not trusting Wanda to admit it if she wasn't, in fact, holding up okay.

"Yeah, I mean, she still looks a little banged up obviously, but no worse than before. She's smiling," Scott reported. "...And I think she wants me to ask you or Sam something. She's blinking an awful lot and trying to look past me further down the aisle."

Nod, nod, nod.

"It's okay, Wanda. Really," Clint said quickly, certain she simply wanted confirmation that it was okay to continue sending him telepathic messages and that he wasn't mad at her for sharing pain from the shock by accident. I know she didn't do that intentionally.

"Hey, I can't see you either, but I'm glad one of us can," Sam said cheerfully. He sounded even farther away than Clint did; Wanda could barely hear him.

"I'm so sorry," pause, "I will not," pause, "let that happen," pause, "again". Wanda knew Clint was just trying to figure out how to answer her without revealing that she was able to talk to him in his head, just in a limited way, but the silence still made her uneasy.

"I don't know what to say other than it's okay," Hawkeye said finally, hoping that Wanda would understand why he would not say anything more. "It is probably fine to talk, you know; there's nobody around now."

"I'm scared to. I don't want any more of those horrible shocks if I can help it," Wanda sent back, still pausing between every three or four words since she was not willing to risk any more strung together. "I wish I was on the same side as all of you," she said quietly, shoulders tense.

That figures. Of course she's scared. It's probably good that she was willing to admit it, though. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. Scott, could you hear her?"

"I think she said she wanted to be on this side of the aisle. No you don't, this way we can communicate better," Scott said firmly.

Wanda heard footsteps coming down the aisle and immediately turned away from the glass, as if she had simply decided to move and sit on the other side of the cell, not talk to the others. Scott was now abruptly chattering about some goofy incident involving Ant-ony and a bathtub, and she knew he was trying to keep any attention off of her.

The indifferent guard had finally returned with the water, and he was watching her warily again. "What are you doing? You were over there when I left," he said, nodding toward the opposite side of the cell.

Am I supposed to answer? "Nothing. I moved so I could hear the team better," Wanda answered. I need to find out if this one cares if I talk, at least. Ask. "Is that no talking order still in effect?"

"I don't much care if you talk or not so long as there are no more...incidents." The guard did the same wary skitter in and skitter out that he had done before; he kept the remote in his hand but didn't activate it. The new tumbler of water was on the bench again, same as before. Wanda stared at him, feeling baffled and puzzled. Why had he said that before then, if he didn't care? The man went off down the aisle with a sigh, muttering something about coworkers being as sucky as being stationed at a remote prison in the first place, because they were making extra work for him. I don't think he gives a crap about any of us. I don't think he hates us, not even me, he just doesn't care.

The new water tasted fine, and she debated between drinking all of it and saving some in case she didn't receive any more anytime soon. I should drink it. It might get taken away, or someone else like Damian might pull the same trick again. "Finishing my water," Wanda said simply when she heard Hawkeye asking what she was doing now. "The other tumbler had saltwater in it before."

"Damian dude is a jerk," Scott added, not very helpfully.

"Okaaayyy maybe let's not antagonize the guards," Sam scolded, ever the peacemaker. "But. Accurate."

"What, it's true!"

"Shut up, people, it's bedtime," a new voice ordered.

"How's about some lights out?" Clint asked.

"Lights don't change, they stay the same at all times. Now, quiet."

Wanda moved back to her front corner spot where she could see Scott, preferring the floor over curling up on the bench if it meant she'd feel a little more connected with the others. It must be very late now, and now the hope that the bright artificial lighting would be at least dimmed was gone. I thought there would at least be a lights out? This is...weird. Wanda was more than used to sleeping in dark surroundings, not stark, grating, white lights above a gray setting like this. If she tried sleeping on her back, then the headache-inducing lights would be shining in her eyes. If she curled up on her side, it made her already-achy pinned arms hurt worse. Wanda finally just stayed sitting and drew her knees up as much as she could, closing her eyes. And it's cold in here. That is petty of me, what did I expect? Tomorrow was absolutely going to suck; she was positive they were going to get questioned where Steve and Bucky might be. They probably hadn't thus far because the Raft's staff was too lazy to do so. That nasty little Ross was probably sending Iron Man out to look for them, she thought in annoyance. I wonder if Stark even knows where we are, and if he does...does he care? I don't know. I just don't know.

No, he would at least want to help the others, if not me. Wanda knew there was not exactly any love lost between her and Tony; before all of the Accords mess happened, they would work together and be civil, of course, but they sure as heck did not trust one another very much, nor would she say they were friends. More a grudging respect than anything else. She found him arrogant and frustrating (and he was still the culprit for creating that bomb that killed her parents), and she knew Stark didn't trust her after the nightmarish mind trick she'd done to him-very understandable-but he also did not like things he couldn't fully understand or control...and Wanda's mysterious abilities went precisely in that category. Still, she didn't believe he would condone what was happening to her here, either, even if he didn't like her. Surely he would pull some legalese or bribe out to at least get them better prison conditions...right? But he just watched and didn't say anything at all back in the airport, and he definitely saw what they did to me immediately, a little voice reminded her. I mean...what was he supposed to do, though? Even if he did interfere, he would have just gotten arrested himself, right?

Maybe Vision would tell him this is not fair. If he...knew, anyway.

"Good night, friends! Good night, assholes!" Scott announced now. Wanda's head jerked up and she gave him a look, worried that snarky comment would just get her another hit from the shock collar, but Ant-Man looked puzzled. He gave her a little wave and then disappeared from view, presumably to whatever bench or cot was in his own cell.

"Thought you were told if you mouthed off, the girl gets another hit. I'd say that's mouthing off!" There was a loud bang! as something slammed against Scott's cell door, and Wanda tensed, watching with wide eyes and silently waiting for something else horrible to happen. Scott edged back into view.

"Wait, wait, don't hurt her. She didn't do anything. Sorry, it was just a joke. Keeping morale up and all, you know?" Scott said all in a rush.

"Morale'll be gone soon enough," The guard scoffed. "You get off with a warning this time!"

Wanda let herself relax...and then yelped as another shock caught her off guard. More annoyed with Scott for saying something stupid and herself for making any noise than the fact that the dumb guard had thought saying he was giving a warning and then setting the collar off anyway was funny, she lay on the floor until the trembling dissipated from her limbs again. Then she sat up and glared at Scott, who was watching her in a guilty silence. Can you please not do that? she begged silently.

Sorry, Ant-Man mouthed back.

Wanda thought Scott looked upset enough that she couldn't stay annoyed with him for long. She nodded and gave him a fleeting smile. This seemed to reassure him enough that she was okay, because he visibly relaxed.

In the morning, be ready for anything.


In the morning (Day 1 on the Raft, Wanda filed away in her head), she received a new tumbler of water without requesting it. And nothing else, she thought, mildly annoyed that the others got actual breakfast, but then again, she wouldn't be able to eat it, so she decided to hold her tongue. Don't say anything, keep quiet, don't make trouble.

It was probably a nasty breakfast anyway, considering she could hear Scott joking that he wouldn't feed whatever it was even to his ants. She had gone hungry plenty of times in the past, so missing a meal or two was not a big deal.

Wanda drank the water as quickly as she could, tense and worried someone was going to take it away. There were two guards watching her, and she watched them right back. They are going to come in here the second I'm finished. I need to calm down. Be a rock. Clint told me to cooperate as much as I could, but appear like I'm unbothered and neutral if I can. "Only display another reaction if you think it will help you in some way," she remembered him telling her. "They'll feed off your fear. Use that. They'll be scared of you. Use that, too, if you have to. Whatever you think will help keep you the safest."

Wanda found herself wondering just what Clint thought was going to happen that he had told her those things, giving her signed instructions like that on the trip here and looking...scared while he did so.

She discovered why upon being knocked out and waking up back in that room from the night before strapped in a chair, with Ross pacing about the room in front of her. There were four guards, one stationed in each corner of the room. Wanda sighed and said nothing.

"Answer my questions and you will be allowed to return to your cell. Refuse to cooperate and you will be punished."

Wanda continued watching him and remained silent. I am not giving you any response to that. Posturing, rude person.

"Let's start with the basics. Give your name."

You already know my name, and that isn't a question. Wanda answered this truthfully. The exchange went on, asking her birth date, where she was from, and other simple things of that nature, all of which she was certain was in her profile and paperwork back at the Avengers Compound and easily acquired. This was stupid, but if Ross wanted to waste time asking questions like that, then whatever, he could waste time and she didn't care. Except, then he asked her about 'what happened to the speedy half of the Maximoff twins', and she abruptly tensed, eyes glaring daggers into Ross. "You know what happened to Pietro," she spat. He died saving Clint and a little boy. He only was a hero for one day. One. And I'm still here, and now I'm dumped in a horrible underwater prison for trying to do the right thing. Not even for those poor people I hurt and killed in Lagos because I messed up, but because I broke the Accords.

She would not talk about Pietro, not here. That was not a topic open for discussion. Ross could do or say whatever he wanted to her, she decided, she did not care. Pietro deserved better than to get lumped in with her in some ridiculous interrogation from a man she hated. Wanda lifted her chin and wouldn't say anything else, not when Ross told the guards to hit her, not after another shock.

"You're stubborn."

"I have been experimented on by terrorists before. I am not scared of you. I will not discuss my brother. He deserves better than that." Wanda paused, thinking about Clint back in that cell block. He would tell her she should shush up, because this was not helping protect her. If anything, she was probably making things worse for herself. Silence was okay about this, but not anything more.

"I wonder what he might think about this, then." A plain manila folder slapped on the table. Then there were photos, a whole slew of graphic photos Wanda had a sickening feeling were from Lagos.

Don't say anything. Stay quiet. He is looking for a reaction. Wanda didn't close her eyes; she stared straight ahead and said nothing. I am not here, I am somewhere else, I am-

"People died because of you. This is the damage you caused."

"That bomb wasn't mine," Wanda said, but she did not sound confident anymore and she knew it. I don't want to cry here. Stop it. Stop, stop, stop. "I was trying to help."

"You were containing it and you lost control. You threw it into-"

"Why are you talking about this?" Wanda's eyes fell on one of the pictures spread out on the table. One in particular of two kids standing next to a human-shaped lump covered by a tarp drew her attention, and she wished she hadn't let herself look at all. One of the children was crying and injured, clutching the leg of the older one. Those children could have been Pietro and me. They probably lost their parent or guardian just like we did and it's my fault because I was too weak to protect them. I-stop it. Stop stop stop, stop thinking, I can't do anything to help them now. Wanda could vaguely hear Ross still blathering, something that hadn't her parents died in an explosion too, same as these people? And now wasn't she responsible for doing that same thing to someone else? How did that make her feel?

Now she couldn't stop hot tears from trickling down her cheeks, and she scrunched her eyes shut, but she could still see those two children in her head, picture them asking why? why didn't you protect us? "Stop it. Please stop. I don't want t-to hear any more!" Wanda knew she had done something wrong breaking down like that, and she bit her lip hard.

"That didn't take long. Now maybe you'll cooperate. Why are you here?"

That, I will answer. "Because I didn't s-sign...sign the Accords and went on...on being an Avenger anyway." Wanda tried her best to get herself under control again, but those pictures had set her off and she had already stupidly broken down crying. Why oh why had she let herself do that? I don't know what to do. I'd rather Ross be scared of me than let him know what really hurts me, and I already ruined that.

"You don't think it's because of the Lagos incident." Ross had this odd satisfied expression Wanda couldn't quite understand, and the tears still blurring her vision didn't help.

Wanda considered this briefly before answering truthfully. "I know it isn't. You...you used me and my horrible mistake to get the Accords approved. I don't think you actually care about those...poor people at all." You wouldn't be showing me those pictures and looking satisfied that I cried, then. "Are you sending aid? Is the US helping them? Did you send poster boy Iron Man there to help fix the mess I made?"

"As a matter of fact, yes, and-"

"All about the image, isn't it. Your country didn't help mine when I was a child. How many other thousands of children are being hurt in poor countries now and not being helped because it doesn't suit your...agenda? You are probably glad I messed up, so that you can use the incident to make the media support the Accords and then show the heroes that signed them cleaning up the mess," Wanda interrupted snappishly, sounding more resentful than upset now. Don't look at the photos any more. Don't, don't, don't. Another shock ripped through her, probably because she had mouthed off at the man, but she did not care at this point.

"That's right, you aren't a US citizen. You're never going anywhere, there's nobody to-"

"That has nothing, nothing to do with anything whatsoever, you prejudiced piece of trash," she seethed. I am going to shred you to pieces if I have the chance. I will be your absolute worst nightmare. "I already know no one plans to just let me go after a certain sentence. And it is because you are all scared of what I can do. Not because I have no US citizenship." And I do have someone to fight for me. Captain America will get us out, and that includes me. So there.

"Where are Captain America and the Winter Soldier?"

That's a switch. "I don't know." This was the truth; Wanda knew they had successfully escaped the airport, but that was it. Being asked that question now also meant they hadn't been caught, so that was also good.

"I don't believe you. Where are they?"

Go ahead and don't believe me then. "I do not know."

shock

"I don't know."

shock

"I. Don't. Know."


"Are you okay?"

No. "I'm fine."

"There were...pictures of Lagos. Children. I was stupid. I cried. I don't want...to be here...anymore."

"Do you want to talk?"

Silence. "Stark Industries made...my shock collar. I didn't believe Ross. So he...showed me. Why did I...bother defending...Tony Stark?"


On Day 2, Wanda woke up after the water and then knockout injection routine to see Clint sitting across from her in the same old interrogation room, shouting something about you clearly got nothing from her yesterday, why is she here now, what the hell did you do to her. "I'm fine," Wanda said quietly, hoping he would just shush up. All those instructions for her to appear neutral and calm, and now he was shouting and nothing had even happened yet. "You told me...to appear neutral," she told him telepathically.

Clint went silent, studying Wanda. She kept her gaze down at the table, not on him or Ross, but she appeared more angry than frightened or docile. The only sign she was also scared was that she seemed awfully tense. "Why is she here? You questioned her yesterday. You questioned the rest of us yesterday too after you had her dumped back in the cell block. There's no need to have Wanda here to go through the same routine with me all over again."

"You seemed to need more convincing. Perhaps having her here will help with that," said Ross.

"Then convince me and put Wanda back. She doesn't know anything, you don't need her in here. If she was going to say anything, she would have yesterday from the looks of her." Clint knew quite well why his younger teammate was in the room: Ross thought it was pointless to hurt him, so he wanted to use Wanda to get to him. That, and if someone outside the Raft found out, it would be more likely to get pushback if someone else was harmed besides Wanda, because with anything that happened to her, Ross could simply claim she was being uncooperative or something and was "protecting" himself and everyone else from her.

Now Wanda looked at Clint, quite offended that he was making it sound like they should all expect her to have broken already. He's trying to protect me. I should stay quiet. Pretend I did break. Or would. She looked down again, sending another message, "Don't you dare...say anything...to that man on...account of me. I will be fine."

"Your teammate is stubborn and has a major attitude problem. That's her own fault she got hurt."

"Good for her. I hope she shreds your reputation when we get out of here. Yeah, I'm sure she gave herself bruises and cuts on her face and neck while tied up like that. That's real believable. I don't care what she said to you, you can't justify that." And you purposely showed her graphic photos from Lagos because she wouldn't react the way you wanted otherwise, purposely told her Tony made the very thing that's restraining her here. What for? Clint could not mention those things, because Wanda had not expressed them out loud, only telepathically, so he shouldn't know them. "Let her go back to her cell. I think she's had enough."

"I can't do that."

"I'll bet the heroes that did sign the Accords will not support this," Clint said now, trying a different tack.

"They don't know what happens here."

"Bet they'll find out. Things don't stay under wraps forever. You think the Vision supports you harming humans? He's programmed to protect humans."

"Maybe she isn't human."

Wanda flinched but kept her mouth shut. Don't react, don't react. Stay quiet.

"Bullshit and you know it. That's-" Clint abruptly went quiet. If he didn't know better, he would think Wanda was having a seizure; the light on the shock collar was blinking and the girl had her eyes scrunched shut, though she didn't make a sound, even as a few tears trickled down her cheeks. Clearly Ross had grown tired of the exchange and wanted to shut him up. "Can you please leave her alone? She has not done anything whatsoever. She's just sitting there. Stop hurting her."

"You cooperate and stop stalling or she gets another one."

"There's nothing else to share." Clint glanced at Wanda again, but she didn't look up.

"Where's Captain America and the Winter Soldier?"

"Don't you dare...say anything to that...man on account...of me." Wanda's silent message, grouped in the usual sets of three or four words, pinged into Clint's head. She was staring across the room at the wall now, her green eyes blazing fire even as she remained quiet. The only signs that she wasn't okay was her breathing hard and biting her lip.

"We didn't discuss that," Clint said immediately.

"I don't believe you."

Not this again, Wanda thought. Predictably another shock went through her, and she tried her best not to react, knowing she must be failing miserably. It's never going to end.

"...Wait, wait, wait, stop it! I might have a suspicion..."

Wanda glared at her friend, half worried he might actually be giving something away to save her from any more pain, but Clint appeared nonplussed. He's going to lie.

"We didn't discuss it, but maybe try..." Clint listed a half dozen places he claimed Cap and Bucky might be and were certainly not, because they were way too specific and she was very sure even if Clint did give away any information just for her, it wouldn't be that specific or easy. He was definitely lying.

Ross too was clearly suspicious. "Those seem a little too obvious."

"Perhaps they might go to one of those places under the assumption it is too obvious and you wouldn't bother looking," said Clint calmly. Then, to make it at least a little more convincing that he had perhaps shared something he didn't want to share simply because he wanted to protect Wanda, he added, "Can't you send her back now? I gave you something."

Wanda did her best to crumple a bit, as if she were so tired she might be close to passing out. Pretending she had passed out had worked the day before, anyways...after awhile. She hadn't dared to try that too soon, scared that it would give away that she was pretending, or that Ross would not care and continue anyway.

"Take her back to the cell while we investigate these places."


On Day 3, it was Sam in the interrogation room with her.

Sam only said, "You got your information already. We have nothing more to share with you." Then he looked at Wanda and added, "I'm sorry," very, very quietly.

And then he would not say anything else whatsoever. Wanda did not have permission to speak to him telepathically and she had no way to ask if it was okay without also alerting Ross or the guards that she could do that, so she decided to follow his lead and also remain silent.

The only other thing Sam said, in an odd strained but otherwise neutral voice, was "You have broken a slew of human rights laws. You'll pay later."

On Day 4, she found Scott in the interrogation room. Scott...talked a lot. He answered all Ross's questions in great minute detail, some of it true, some of it lies. He asked innocent questions himself. He went on about his house, that he missed Cassie, his previous experiences in prison ("The Raft by far takes the prize as the absolute worst, tell me again why we're here? Don't you get a slap on the wrist the first time?"), that he was sorry but he thought the food was quite bad and maybe it would be easier to get answers from people if the prisoners were fed better ("Because we might forget things!").

Wanda kept her mouth shut; watching Scott talk at length while not actually mouthing off at their captors like she and Clint had done was...oddly successful at keeping the focus off of her. Ross had only shocked her once, and it was right at the beginning because he wanted to demonstrate what would happen if Scott did not talk. Scott had been thoroughly disturbed but immediately collected himself and...well, he was talking. I could never do that. Never in a million years. He sounded agreeable, like he was cooperating, but none of it was useful.

The trouble started when Ross asked again where Steve and Bucky were, saying that Clint's "leads" were all duds and there had better be no more lies or, shock. Scott hesitated and glanced at Wanda, knowing that saying I don't know wasn't going to help. But...he really didn't know; there was nothing else to share. "Sure, she's not a kid, but she's the team's kid. Let her alone. You wouldn't want someone hurting your daughter for information she doesn't have or just because maybe she made a mistake, would you?"

"I'm not asking her for information, I'm asking you. That mistake in Lagos killed people, Lang."

"I don't have that information, even if I wanted to give it to you. And I don't even know if 'mistake' is the right word, because I've seen crappy video footage on YouTube. That wasn't her bomb. And the thing was going to go off whether Wanda tried to contain it or not. Nobody could stop that from happening." Scott glanced at Wanda again, but she looked close to tears now; mentioning Lagos seemed to have abruptly made her passive and very upset. The normal spark in her eyes was gone...and then she hung her head as much as the collar would let her. "Point being, it sucks, it's really horrible, but people were going to die no matter what. It's not fair to blame her, or Captain America, either. Now the world has lost both of them, Hawkeye, Falcon, and, uh, Ant-Man. Hey, what's your hero code name, Wanda?"

"...I don't have one," Wanda said in a small voice. I don't even want to know what people are calling me online. No thank you.

"Red or Scarlet something," Scott suggested, quite pleased with this idea. "Maybe we should-"

Wanda didn't look up even as Scott began another long story about nicknames and maybe scarlet was more interesting and oh, it's pretty much magic, isn't it, or is magic just science they didn't understand yet, did Ross have a good idea to share-a nice one not an insult please!-and on and on.

Ross grew tired of the going down a rabbit hole off-topic talking and activated the collar finally. "That's enough stalling."

"Don't do that! She didn't even do anything!" Scott shouted. "You're going to kill her if you keep doing that. Then she can't answer anything for you, you know."

"You can make it stop."

It was going to be a long, long morning.


On Day 5, there was none of the normal morning routine because Tony Stark came to the Raft. Wanda was suspicious this was because whether Stark had created that horrid collar or not, there was no way he would approve of what else was going on within the Raft. Besides, people like Damian, who seemed to like activating it just for fun every time he walked past on his rounds, made it much, much worse than it had to be.

She pointedly ignored Tony and stared into space blankly when he walked by her own cell. I don't want to talk to you. Go away.

And then she heard two very, very quiet words, almost like he didn't want her or anyone else to hear him. "I'm sorry."

That was...unexpected. "Then get us out of here," Wanda said flatly.

"You know I can't do that. You all broke the law. I'm working on negotiating house arrest or something for-"

"House arrest? Do you seriously believe anyone is going to let you put any of us on house arrest, let alone me?" Wanda struggled to sit up straight and glared at Tony. "And you had no right to do that to me before in the first place, at the Compound."

"I tried to protect you before in the Avengers Compound. You left and put Vision through the floor. That was your choice. So no, I don't," Tony told her. "Hawkeye, Falcon, and Ant-Man...probably."

"That figures." Wanda sounded resigned and more than a little angry now. "You were not trying to protect me. You were trying to protect everyone else from me." I know that much. Leave me alone.

There was a brief silence. Then, "It was both."

"It doesn't matter. Go away. You can't get me out of here even if you wanted to. I don't want to hear anything else from you."

"...Vision misses you."

"What do you care whether he does or not? You're probably glad to see me here like this."

"Good gosh, Wanda, I don't hate you. Insufferable little witch."

"Arrogant, frustrating idiot."

"I've been called worse."

"So have I." Wanda spied Scott across the aisle, looking extremely confused. "Maybe you'd better explain to Ant-Man why we still do not care for one another. He seems confused."

"You've been here for five days and haven't expressed utter hatred of Iron Man?" Tony asked, only half joking. Especially now after this.

Now Wanda looked baffled. "Little too busy being tortured," she shot back in a soft voice. "I do not hate you anymore. You know that."

"You might've changed your mind."

"Well, I didn't. I just want an explana-"

"Time's up. Move on, sir," said a guard from outside the cell, ushering Tony away.

He did not look back, and Wanda was left feeling more baffled about the man than she had been before. Tony wasn't acting like he was at all sorry, but he had definitely apologized at the start, too. Tony Stark did not apologize. That was very odd and there had been no reason for him to whisper that if it wasn't the truth, or to let her know that Vision missed her. He's sorry he can't do anything for us? Sorry he created that collar? What?

And can't Vis help us get out? Surely he has the power to do that...unless he literally can't...


"Answer my questions and you will be allowed to return to your cell. Refuse to cooperate and you will be punished."

Day 6. Wanda merely sighed, because Ross said this exact thing every single time he had her brought back to that interrogation room they had all been in the first day upon arrival. There was water to drink in the morning and then a few minutes later guards reappeared, injected her with something that knocked her out, and then she'd wake up strapped to something in that room. Mostly she simply used the routine to keep track of how many days passed. Six, so far. It did not seem to matter what she said or didn't say; the horrible man clearly still hated her. "Do you not have anything better to do? You already know exactly what will happen. You ask questions, you don't like the answers, you torture me until I pass out or you get tired of it, you throw me back in the cell." How long until Steve finds us? I'm so, so tired. And hungry. And everything hurts. Wanda already felt like something was breaking inside her, not even because of anything done to her physically, but because Ross seemed to know exactly what actually made her tick. And it's my fault he knows. That first day when he had shown her a bunch of graphic photos of victims from Lagos and started talking about her own parents and she broke down in tears almost immediately had seemingly ruined any kind of control she had at all. I hate him and I hate me for letting him get to me.

"Today is different. Surely you noticed something different today already, yes?"

Wanda blinked and glanced around the distasteful room. None of my teammates are in here. "Perhaps you simply haven't fetched any of the others yet and wish to make me wait so this all takes that much longer. I don't know why you do what you do; you should know I won't break by now." I even told you the truth too: I really don't know where Steve and Bucky are.

"Oh, you broke day one, Wanda, and you know it," Ross said.

Don't use my name, don't even think about it, I don't want to hear it out of your mouth. "You made me cry. You didn't break me. I don't have anything else to tell you," Wanda shot back instantly.

"We're doing something different today. Perhaps if we can figure out how your power works, you can have better living conditions here. So-"

"What is it you are up to now? Get to the point."

"I want you to use your power, to locate Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, and then so we can figure out how to remove it. You said you could, back on the helicopter. So do it."

Wanda stared at him, her heart pounding in her chest. Now what? I literally can't. "Do you think I am stupid? You just want an excuse to activate the collar again. No thank you."

"You said you could break it, after all," Ross countered. "So locate those two fugitives."

There is no point. He's going to find out eventually. May as well express it myself. "I can't," she responded calmly, remembering Clint telling her she should just express the simple truth if it wasn't going to matter one way or the other. This definitely did not matter one way or the other.

"What was with you making threats on the helicopter and then again a couple days ago then?"

"Maybe I lied." Wanda kept her voice steady, though she knew she sounded exhausted anyway. "Maybe I lied, and you and your men are such cowards you just believed the girl you beat up and electrocuted could still rip you to shreds if she wished." And believe me, I wish.

"You're lying now!"

"Am I? I didn't use my power on that helicopter at all. I just made your man twice my size think I was going to." Wanda had a small inkling that this was just going to piss Ross off, but if he was going to hurt her again today anyway, then, well...she would say whatever she pleased at this point. "You are all scared of me and will hate me no matter what I do or don't do."

"You can find Captain America and the Winter Soldier. Now do it."

A new idea floated tantalizingly in her head, something that was probably a fool's errand, but if she could make it work... What if I said yes but...tried to do something else instead? Wanda's eyes flicked toward one of the guards in the room, ready to act if Ross ordered him to. There were four, and two she had immediately ruled out, because one was Damian, who she already knew hated her, and another who just...had similar vibes to her. The other two seemed more indifferent, like they did not feel bad for participating in torturing someone, but weren't enjoying themselves either. They were just here to do a job; they didn't care. One of them would be easier to force to do something they weren't supposed to do. It would be more satisfying to manipulate Damian, of course, but that was the most risky, so bad option.

She had not tried mind-controlling anyone here, obviously, and she didn't know how long it could hold if she did try, but what if she could make someone deactivate the shock collar? Then she would at least have a chance, and Ross wanted her to use her power anyway, so he wouldn't be suspicious and knock her out if she set the collar off herself trying to do something. Do it, do it, her thoughts prodded, he wants you to do something, well, make him think you're folding. If I can get someone to disable that collar, or better yet, get it off...I can break free. Shield up, find the team, blast those cells open. Right? Right? It was a long shot, but not impossible. The worst that would happen was that it would fail and she would get hurt (again), but that would happen even if she did nothing. I will try. I owe it to myself and my team to at least try. Wanda dipped her head, as if defeated, and even squeezed her eyes shut. "...Okay," she whispered, "yes, I'll...I'll do it." Then, mentally to Clint in her usual at this point spurts of three or four words at a time, "I'm going to try something. Maybe it will get us out."

"Hurry up and stop stalling," Ross ordered.

Shut up, Wanda thought, her mental focus on the guard she had chosen as requiring the least amount of energy to manipulate. I'll only have a second. I need to grab him instantly for this to have a chance of working. In a second, she snapped her eyes open and reached out to snatch hold of the guard's mind. DISABLETHATCOLLARANDTAKEITOFF, she screamed mentally as fast as she could, her eyes glowing red. The now-familiar spasm of white-hot pain made her body seize again, snapping Wanda's concentration on her magic, but the order had successfully transmitted and the shock ceased as quickly as it had come.

Disabled. It must be. I can access my power now. An instant later and she was able to snap an achy arm free. Scarlet wisps of magic swirled around her left hand and threw Damian and the other guard she'd immediately discarded as an option to mind-control against a wall. Focus. Focus. Need to get out of the chair. Neutralize Ross. Wanda felt dizzier than she expected; she hadn't eaten anything in days at this point and her legs were trembling under her.

I need to get out. Where is Ross?

"The hell is going on?! I don't think she's finding the fugitives, boss!" the other indifferent guard shouted. "Told you this was a questionable idea at best!"

Noise. Wanda's focus snapped to that guard and ordered him, "Fall asleep!" He dropped like a rock. She blinked, stumbling a bit as she tried to locate Ross, a faint red haze still around her hand. She should have focused on him first, but too late now. This was a bad plan, she needed more time to map out some kind of escape route and she hadn't accounted for her power feeling all muzzy and exhausted just because the rest of her was so tired and lightheaded. A shield carrying her and the rest of the team to safety up on the surface level and long enough to wait for or find an escape aircraft was not going to happen, not in any surefire way, at least. What have I done?

The next thing she knew, someone had yanked her arm hard enough that she felt something snap inside, and she screamed. Then the something slammed her face-first into the table. Get up, she ordered herself through the pain haze, if you fail now, you are not going to get another chance. Bits of scarlet shoved the assailant away from her, and she dragged herself away from the table, ribs screaming in protest. Focus. Focus. Who's left? Wanda blinked, scanning the room and struggling not to let the burning pain in her injured arm wreck her concentration. Forget neutralizing the rest; if she could not focus enough to do that right now, then she needed to run. Retreat temporarily. Get out of the interrogation room and find somewhere to hide for a minute while she figured out what to do next.

Wanda went for the door, vaguely aware that the distinctive beep on the collar was happening again as she reached it. "I failed. I'm so sor-" The message to Clint broke, and she immediately crumpled to the floor, landing on the injured arm, which made her yelp. I should have ripped it off myself. Clint told me nobody could simply unlock and remove it, and I forgot, and I should have ripped it apart with my magic first and-


In the row of cells, Clint let out a surprised, pained shout. "I think something bad happened."

"When is something bad not happening in here, Barton?" Sam asked tiredly.

"No, something with Wanda. I just...think she's in bad trouble," Clint said slowly, not willing to reveal why he knew that for certain. Whatever had happened, something had gone badly wrong with Wanda's escape plan she was trying to do and she was injured (again). And there was no way to know what exactly had happened or if she was okay until someone dumped her back in the cell again.

"They should bring her back soon," Scott said quickly. "If something particularly awful did happen, Ross will send her back because she won't be able to talk anymore."

But minutes and then hours passed, and there was no Wanda, and Clint did not get any more telepathic messages from her, which concerned him much more than the momentary excruciating pain she had accidentally transmitted over the telepathic connection. He paced back and forth, punched the walls of his own cell, and every time a guard walked by, he demanded to know where Wanda was and why she wasn't back yet.

"I don't know," "I don't care," and silence were the only reactions he had received so far. Finally, one guard, clearly tired of being questioned every time he walked past on his rounds, said, "There was some kind of incident in the interrogation room. She attacked Ross and the guards in there."

Clint scowled. "I don't believe you. You people have her tied up in a straitjacket and shock collar, how could she have attacked anyone?"

The guard shrugged. "Well, that's what I heard. Ross said he was leaving the witch in solitary for awhile in the interrogation room to contain her powers. Means the rest of you will be left alone, anyway."

"Get her out. Leaving her there isn't helping restrain her power in any way and you know it. That's ridiculous. Tell that asshole to bring her back," Clint ordered, knowing he had no way to make that happen, which was all the more infuriating.

"Hey, I didn't say it made sense, I'm just telling you what he said. I'm not getting myself into trouble for you or her, asking to have her put back in the other cell."

"Why would asking get you into trouble?" Sam's calm voice floated from his cell. "Tell Ross we asked. Blame us. We don't care."

The guard appeared to waffle for a moment. "Someone got punished for disabling that girl's collar temporarily and causing the whole incident. I'm not risking it, no thanks. And she made another man fall asleep."

Now Clint was intrigued. So Wanda must have mind-controlled someone-someones!-briefly in her ill-fated escape efforts. That would explain Ross's behavior, if he thought Wanda had mind-controlled people with the shock collar on. "What did this person say?"

" 'I don't know what happened. I just suddenly felt I NEEDED to disable it and didn't have a choice. I still feel like I need to do what she ordered. What did she do to me?' That's what he said. It was freakish!" The guard looked nervous now and strode away without another word. He sounded like the words had been burned into his head.

Clint sighed and gave the glass a punch for good measure before retreating back to the cot in his cell. "She has gotten herself into a whole heap of extra trouble. Why the hell would she do that? I told her to lie low if possible!"

"'Cause she's mad and would rather try to do something and go down fighting than do nothing and get hurt anyway." Scott tapped anxiously on the door of his own cell, eyeing the empty one across the aisle where their missing teammate should be.

Clint did know this quite well from the other day when he had been the one taken to the interrogation room with Wanda strapped in that chair across from him. It was exceedingly obvious the girl was pissed; she was frightened too, sure, but her green eyes silently blazed fire even as she said nothing and kept her gaze down as he had told her to do. And the repeated don't you dare tell that man a thing on account of me telepathic messages. She did not cry until the two of them were taken back to their cells. Then he'd heard tiny, barely audible sobs coming from Wanda's cell, and when asked if she was okay, she said yes and wouldn't say anything else. "Cap needs to hurry up," he said peevishly.


Wanda actually was awake, but she was still struggling to organize her jumbled memories of...whatever had happened after she'd collapsed at the door. There was definitely something that had jabbed her neck again-which meant she'd been drugged somehow-and there had definitely been more shouting and yelling and pain after that, but she could not remember any of it clearly. At least it was impossible for her to have potentially given Steve and Bucky away and have no memory of doing so, because she genuinely did not know where they had gone or when they might come to rescue them. She had a suspicion she was simply in the same old interrogation room, not somewhere new, just left alone this time and strapped down to that table unable to move.

And her magic felt wrong, as if it had crawled under a bed like a frightened animal and was scared to come out. I'm scared to even try messaging Clint. What if I can't? It would be worse to attempt it and fail and know she no longer had that line of communication open to her than to just...not try for a bit. Wanda was unsure if she had done something to her power subconsciously or if she'd just received one shock too many and that had done something to her. She hesitantly dragged heavy eyes open; there were no sounds around her to suggest that any of those guards or Ross were still there to torment her further.

Darkness. The surroundings were pitch black, an odd, disorienting sensation after being bombarded by the constant harsh artificial light previously for days. I don't know where I am. Wanda blinked, trying to catalogue what she knew. I tried to launch an escape. I failed. Ross was angry and scared. This thought made a brief bit of satisfaction breeze through her sore chest. If that man was going to continue being cruel and unfair to her, then if he was scared, good. He should be scared; she would chew him out if she had the chance.

I wish I remembered what happened! Wanda only had vague, unpleasant recollections of voices shouting and yelling and things...hurting her repeatedly, mostly her battered left arm she deeply suspected was broken. Maybe she could figure out what happened by cataloguing what, precisely, was causing her pain right now. Neck hurt-that was always hurting from the collar's mere presence even when it was not producing shocks; it was just worse now. Discard. Headache...maybe, but she'd already had one because she was hungry. Discard.

It's okay, Wanda, I'm right here. Wanda squeezed tear-filled eyes shut against the darkness. Pietro was not here just because feeling hungry reminded her of huddling together on the streets without food. She needed to focus and not let herself float down some depressing memory lane. Those particular memories were not even bad ones to her any longer; if starving on the streets of Sokovia meant she could have her twin back, she would take the chance in a second.

Stop it, Pietro wouldn't like that. It was horrible. People couldn't or wouldn't help yet another pair of orphans in a sea of thousands, there was that bad man Pietro beat up with a stick to chase him away from trying to steal me. That had been pre-Hydra, but Wanda could remember the incident clearly. They had hidden in a freezing, dirty alley for a long, long time afterwards, unharmed but terrified the bad man would return with friends of his or something. No, she did not want to go back to that. Pietro would tell her she should try messaging Clint, because he would be concerned and it would help her feel better if she could talk to him. Wanda did not know how much time had passed. It could have been minutes, hours, or days, she had no clue at all. "I'm...okay?" she projected hesitantly.

The connection felt more or less normal; it was just her mental 'voice' probably sounded shaky, because she was frightened and hurt and she really really wanted to be dumped back in that too-bright cell, where she could at least see Scott, even if she couldn't see Clint or Sam. "I'm scared. Somewhere dark. I am alone. I think the interrogation room still, but nobody's here," she went on, keeping the words in groups of three or four as she had before.

There was no way to really get a reply back from her friend without being able to keep the connection open, but knowing Clint would at least be able to hear her helped a little. "I am going...to open the...connection for a...couple seconds but...not say anything. Could you...try to reply? Please?" Wanda closed her eyes again, trying to make tears go away. I don't even know if this will work or not, but I can try, at least? 'Talking' mentally was not the same as speaking verbally, and while Pietro could speak to her that way as smoothly as he could breathe or talk normally, she did not know if Hawkeye would be able to do the same. Especially when she couldn't just...leave the connection open for very long. With Pietro she would keep it open all the time, not even needing to do so consciously; he was like an extension of her, her better, more cheerful half.

Wanda reached out mentally to connect to her friend again, but didn't say anything this time. No words came across, but a heavy wave of anger and relief slammed across to her instead, along with a mental image of Clint pacing around his cell, before she closed the connection. That was...odd. Projecting an image should be more complicated than a word or two, and Wanda wondered if she was intruding, crossing a line with her telepathic abilities she shouldn't touch. I'm not trying to read his mind, and I didn't, but...I don't know if Clint meant to do that or not.

"Do you want...me to stop...trying to communicate...like this?" Wanda asked carefully. "You projected...emotions. Anger. Relief. I swear I...didn't read...you. You...sent them." A pause as she repeated her opening the connection but saying nothing action; nothing came across at all. Wanda bit her lip and tasted blood; it must be split. Doesn't matter. Try again.

This time she received an adamant but "staticky" reply, DON'T STOP, mentally loud enough that it made her want to cover her ears instinctively, but she couldn't move her arms and her muscles twitched, sending fresh pain up her injured arm. The right one felt like it might sting or something, as if something rough was rubbing against cuts, but it was nothing compared to the left one. Okay, I'm okay, ignore, ignore, Wanda ordered herself.

"Thank you," she projected back.

A very stilted, awkward conversation unfolded as Wanda slowly explained what she knew happened during her failed escape attempt and that she could not remember everything from afterwards, but it was still a conversation, she was there, and it was happening, and she still had a connection outside of the dark hell of pain and no one could take it away from her because no one knew she was doing it, lying there alone in the darkness. Clint's quick replies were sporadic and inconsistent-he was very bad at sensing when the silent connection was open and clearly needed practice to utilize it properly-but it was enough for Wanda to know that he was there, he was listening to her, and he did not mind the weird telepathic shenanigans.

And, now she knew it was nighttime because Clint had communicated that in the cells, they'd been ordered to shut up again at "bedtime", and that it was the same day of her Escape Incident. Several hours had passed, not minutes or days.

Wanda told him she was pleased they could not deprive her of knowing how much time had passed by leaving her restrained in that room alone in the dark.

Then she added that she hated Ross and wished he would disappear, and she was glad she had at least tried to escape, so there.

Clint was very, very glad Wanda's stubborn, slightly vindictive streak seemed to be intact. She still "sounded" frightened every time she sent her messages, but her mental voice wasn't nearly as shaky as her first "I'm...okay?" had sounded anymore.

In his own cell, Clint wondered how to tell the others what was going on without alerting anyone else that Wanda could most likely talk this way to anyone in the Raft that she pleased. Simply talking to someone must use less of her power than mind-controlling someone, obviously, and that was why she could continue doing this without subjecting herself to more shocks...because it was a tiny amount of power that the collar wasn't detecting, unlike what she had attempted during the failed escape. Scott's annoying drumming on the walls throughout the day gave him an idea. In the morning...he would join the drumming and try communicating the information via Morse code.


Wanda continued messaging Clint sporadically on and off for a long time, mostly just to reassure herself that she was not, in fact, all alone trapped in the dark with no way to move or interact with anyone else. He told me I could talk as much as I wanted. And I know from him that I'll probably be stuck here for awhile. I should let him sleep and stop talking to him. So she sent a quick Please get some sleep, and didn't message him anymore.

She mentally ran through a few entire episodes of shows that she especially liked.

She mentally sang through the entirety of a whole plethora of songs off her favorite playlists.

I don't know how much time has passed. Surely at least a few more hours? She could yell and ask what time it was, but most likely no one would answer her, and if they did, someone like Damian might come back and torture her more. And she wasn't sure if the room was soundproof or not, though she suspected it was, since she couldn't hear anything at all besides her own breathing. Wanda considered asking Clint, but if she did that, he would get even more worried than he was already. No, she couldn't do that yet. Darkness was fine. Darkness was much better than the horrible bright lights of the cells...wasn't it?

Sleep. I should try to sleep. I don't want to sleep here even if I could. Something about even trying to sleep trapped in that room made chills crawl up her back. Logically she knew quite well her teammates could not actually do anything if she slept in her usual cell and someone wanted to hurt her, but at least they were THERE, and there were constant security cameras for those cells. There weren't any here as far as she knew. There were no records of what went on in the interrogation room. There would be no proof of anything that happened, only that she was missing from her normal cell for an extended period of time.

The metal table was freezing, and she shivered. A metal table is not new to me. It does not matter.

It struck her as more than a little disturbing and unfair that the Raft was worse than being with Hydra. Wanda scrunched her eyes shut against the dark.

A/N: I actually stole Damian the jerk from myself. I have used him as an antagonist OC previously lol. I have plans for him...he's being hateful to the wrong person, and once Cap comes to rescue the group, well, Damian better watch it.

Irl torture generally does not work, so I have tried my very best to make everything make sense. Ie., they are just pissing our heroes off and not getting anything useful, on top of stupidly antagonizing someone that can indeed be very dangerous if pushed too far. "I don't know what happened. I just suddenly felt I NEEDED to do it and didn't have a choice. I still feel like I need to do what she ordered. What did she do to me?"

Sam won't say anything at all; Scott makes up all kinds of things; Clint tells the truth when it won't harm anything to do so but lies simply otherwise (and is mad when it doesn't seem to matter); and...chaotic Wanda reaches a snapping point very quickly within a few days and tries a long-shot escape plan but fails (and is tired, hurt, angry, frustrated, apathetic, all of the above eventually)...and she still won't say or do anything they want after that incident regardless. "what's the point, I'll get hurt anyway, so I'll say whatever I please."

idk how long they're supposed to be trapped on the Raft in canon, but I will explain the reasoning for my chosen number of days here in upcoming chapters.

Next chapter coming soon!:)