Wanda sat in the corner of her cell. The story she had just heard shocked her into silence as it did for the rest of her teammates. She felt like she was in the conference room listening to General Ross back at the compound when these whole accords situation began. Judging from the silence that came from the others, she guessed they were just as upset as she was. She faintly heard the door to their cell block open and caught the back of Rob's armor before the door closed.

He had left.

She understood why, especially with the emotions that were rolling off him. Rage, despair, helplessness to name a few.

He had left the room.

The tears in his eyes were unmistakable and the breaths he took during his story eluded to the fact he was about to break down.

She was alone.

Shaking her head, she tried to keep the rising panic down as she processed what they were all just told. She slammed her eyes shut as she began picturing him back in the room. She would not scream or cry out now. Not when he clearly needed a moment to himself. Especially after all the time her had spent by her side, keeping her safe and calm.

She took a risk and glanced around. Sam and Scott seemed the least affected while Clint seemed to be the most affected of the three. Wanda reasoned it was because of his family. A family he may never see again. Closing her eyes once more, she thought about all the choices that led to this moment. Was she right in supporting Steve? Was it right to leave the compound and attack Vision, who was only trying to keep her safe, just because she didn't want to be forced to stay home?

As she sat there contemplating all that had happened, she didn't notice Rob enter the room again or how Clint started talking to him. All she could do was sit down and hold herself.

*week later*

The days in the prison seemed to blend after Rob told them what the winter soldier did to his family. Wanda had finally begun to relax even when he left the room for a short amount of time. The only other thing of note was a warning from General Ross about how Natasha Romanoff had helped Captain America and the winter soldier escape. As there was no mention of Stark finding the captain, Rob assumed he never found them. That day Rob was extremely quiet. Even when Wanda pressed him to conversation.

The day seemed to be turning out to be just like the rest. Rob had managed to get a deck of cards early on and had played with each of the avengers a few times a day. Wanda has gotten better at letting him out of her sight without having a panic attack. A few new card tricks and games were shared and Wanda started feeling a small amount of contentment form for this basic schedule. But of course, all things must come to an end.

Rob currently was leaning against Wanda's cell just talking with her. Both could easily say they were best friends at this point. The calm was broken when the light flashed off and red emergency lights came on. Everyone froze and waited. Yells and gunshots rang out down the corridor. Rob activated his suit and pulled out his rifle. Everyone held their breath as he moved toward the door. Wanda prayed he wouldn't get hurt as his hand went to pull the emergency release on the door. Wanda's eyes clamped shut when it hissed open. She waited for the sounds of fighting to erupt but was relieved to hear none. Opening her eyes, she saw Rob move into the corridor checking his corners. When all was clear, he turned back and shut the door with a bang. Wanda flinched at the sound and took her spot in the corner of her cell.

Each minute felt like eternity as she waited for him to come back. Each second with him gone brought even greater panic to the forefront of her mind. She vaguely noted that she wasn't as good as she had thought or maybe it was the situation currently unfolding. She jumped when a loud bang sounded just below her. At the same time the pressure on her neck released. Looking down she saw her collar had been powered down and thus freed her powers. The rush she felt as her powers returned to her was the greatest high, she had ever felt in her life. Letting the power engulf her once more she stood up with a determination she hadn't had since she was locked away. For the first time since she got here, she wasn't afraid. As she walked to the entrance of her cell, the cellblock door hissed open. Out of the darkness walked Steve Rogers. He looked around at his team and gave them a relieved smile.

"I think you all have had enough here, don't you think?" Steve asked as he moved forward. Sam whooped as Steve started opening their cells. Wanda watched the door he walked through, looking for Rob to come back. When he didn't come through the door Wanda sighed and moved to join her team. Steve went to put an arm around her shoulders but she flinched back and her face went pale.

Steve froze when he noticed her expression and her rigid stance. He looked concerned but before he could comment they all heard shots ring out. Steve raised his hands and faced the door. After a few tense moments a few more shots rang out but these seemed further away. Everyone relaxed and started following Cap into the corridor, ready for anything.

*With Thomas as he exits the room*

The corridor was dark, the only lights were red emergency lights that gave the whole corridor an ominous felling. Everything had gone silent after he closed the door. Taking cautious steps forward, he kept his rifle at the ready and switched to live ammunition. "Suit Lady, I need you to connect me to the command center and General Ross. I need to know what is going on."

"Affirmative, Connecting now."

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"The command center isn't responding. I have looked through their systems and there doesn't appear to be any riots, or breakouts. There is however, an unscheduled landing up on the deck."

Rob was silent as he went over that information. There could be only one reason that he could come with, especially with who was currently being housed here. "This is a prison break." Rob stated as he started moving towards the landing pad. He hoped that he would intercept the intruders and if he was lucky, finally kill the Winter Soldier. Unbeknownst to him, Steve Rogers slipped behind him as he rushed past an open doorway. Turning a few more corners he started to find the bodies of guards. All were unconscious. The closer he got to the entrance the more bodies there were. Asking his AI if this was all the guards, he was pleased to learn that each level of the prison still had guards so the other prisoners wouldn't be interfering. Coming upon the control center he paused as the door leading into the room swung open.

Before him in her catsuit was Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow herself. He froze for a second before raising his rifle. She was already halfway to him when he started firing. Three shots in quick succession were enough to stall her advance. Sliding she tried to take out his legs. Jumping over her, he used the thrusters on his feet to propel him forward. She was hot on his heel, widow bites ready to take him out. Quickly switching back to stun rounds, he got another two shots off. This time he was rewarded when one of them connected to her abdomen. Keeling over from the pain she busted open a nearby doorway and attempted to make her escape. Rob was hot on her heels however and fired off another shot hitting her square in the back.

This time, when she fell over, she stayed down. Rob moved closer, keeping his rifle raised in case she tried to move again. When he stood above her, he put down his rifle and reach for her hands, attempting to restrain her. "You are under arrest Ms. Romanoff, please understand that this isn't personal." He was able to grab one wrist before she spun around and started grappling him.

"This isn't personal either kid." She grunted as her fist slammed into his helmet. If he thought his helmet would keep him from head injuries, the Widow quickly corrected that misconception. Knees and elbows never hurt as much until Natasha Romanoff started kicking his ass. All those stories people write about how hot it would be to have Black Widow's body up against yours in a fight were lying. Trying hard to ignore the growing pain in his body, Rob uses his grapple to pull him away from Natasha to get away. Natasha grunts as she is forced to roll away. When she stands back up Rob is gone.

"Steve, we have a problem." Rob hears Natasha say as he staggers away. "Tony's sharpshooter is here. He's got some good aim." The groan she lets out gives him some confidence about that last fight. But without his rifle he is pretty useless against all of them. Groaning, he starts to look around for a weapon to use.

*back with Wanda*

Hearing Natasha mention fighting Rob was worrying. She knew Natasha was probably the best hand to hand fighter they had and she knew Rob preferred to stay back and fight from a distance. She could only hope he wasn't too hurt. At the same time, she felt concerned for Nat, a woman who had taken her under her wing ever since the Ultron fiasco. She could hear the pain in her words meaning Rob had definitely gotten a few shots in. Shaking her head, she tried to focus on her current situation. Now the group had made it to a storage area where everyone's gear was stored.

Getting back into her red coat was refreshing. It brought about a feeling of safety that other cloths never could replicate. She felt powerful, in control while wearing this. Flexing her powers slightly she reassured herself that nobody could hurt her now. Looking around she noticed everyone felt similarly as they put their gear on. Steve was standing by the door keeping an eye out. She got an idea as she waited for the rest to get ready.

Flexing her powers again she sent out a tendril of power and started searching for Rob. She didn't have to search long as his energy shown like a beacon to her. Latching onto him she felt his fear and doubt, she felt his hesitation as he registered her presence. She felt a rush wash over her as she finally connected with him. Connecting in a way she hasn't done with anyone since Pietro. She sighed audibly and smiled wide; Clint who was walking over to her raised an eyebrow at her when she reopened her eyes.

Wanda looked away blushing. "It's just nice, having everything back." She mumbled.

Clint gave her a reassuring smile and wrapped ana rm around her. "Don't worry kid. I get it." He gave her a squeeze. "Now let's get out of here and hope we don't run into your boyfriend." If Wanda thought she was blushing earlier, then her face was fire.

"He isn't my boyfriend." She protested weakly. Clint scoffed lightly and dragged her over towards Steve.

*With Rob*

Finding a weapon turned out to be easier than expected. But as soon as he found one a new problem presented itself. These weapons didn't have nonlethal rounds. They were standard military rifles with 5.56 rounds. If he wasn't careful, he could actually kill someone with this. Even if he missed, a ricochet could still do significant damage.

That was when he felt it. A presence in his mind, a soothing blanket wrapping around his thoughts. A feeling of calm and security wrapped him in a bubble. It was so strong that when it finally dimmed, he had to take a moment to compose himself.

Looking around, he finally shook himself before picking up the rifle of a downed guard. Taking as much of the man's ammo as he could carry, he started making him way back towards the landing pad.

"Hey, suit lady, can you pull up a schematic of this place? I need to find a vantage point so I don't have to go hand to hand with anyone again."

"Right away boss. It appears there is a small observation deck overlooking the landing pad. It was supposed to be used to house snipers in the case of a prison break. As it would seem, the Avengers made sure none of the designated personnel reached their spot."

"Perfect." Rob muttered before the A.I showed him the route to take.

*with Wanda*

Meeting up With Natasha was great. Now actually seeing that her friend was ok and not seriously injured soothed her immeasurably. Giving each other a hug before they once again rushed to the landing pad, Wanda once again sent out a pulse to find Rob. She once again silently rejoiced when her mind connected with his and she even chuckled slightly at his obvious confusion when she touched his mind.

"Everything ok?" Nat asked as they kept running.

Wanda gave her a dazzling smile. "Everything is great, Nat."

Sadly, her joy died a few moments later when a haggard looking guard turned the corner.

"Freeze! Nobody move!" he shouted pointing his gun right at them. "You freaks are under arrest."

Steve who stood at the front of the group tensed up, ready to take any shots that were fired. Everyone else followed suit except for Wanda. She froze. That face was familiar, same as his voice. It felt like a bucket of cold water was dumped over her head. This man was one of the ones who tried to rape her. More specifically, the one who tore off her shirt and groped her.

Her vision was going black and the only thing she saw was this monster in front of her. Rage, hate, fear, all of these filled her veins as her powers built up. The man seemed to take not of her as she snarled like a rabid animal. His eyes filled with fear as he recognized her and saw she didn't have a collar on.

Soon enough everyone else noticed too as her eyes glowed an ominous red and her hands sizzled with energy. "You!" She snarled and flung her hands forward. The man screamed as he tried to fire his rifle. Luckily for the avengers he was too slow as Wanda's powers enveloped him.

Everyone froze as they watched Wanda lift the man into the air. The gun in his hands started getting crushed under her powers and his cries of pain became even more frantic. Wanda heard nothing though, as she continued to slowly squeeze the life out of the monster in front of her. All she could focus on was the pain this man had caused her, the terror she has had to live with and will always live with now. With a final snarl she squeezed her hands shut and with a final sickening crunch, the man's body flopped to the floor. Everyone was silent, frozen in stunned fear at what Wanda had just done. Blood started oozing out of different orifices and a huge puddle soon formed.

Scott turned away and started throwing up while Steve looked away, a grimace forming on his face. Sam was freaking out muttering curses and pacing. Natasha Stood frozen and pale. Unable to really move after watching such a brutal execution. Clint who had reacted similarly to Natasha was the first to snap out of it and move towards Wanda.

"Hey Wanda, are you ok?" He asked tentatively, cautiously moving a hand to her shoulder. Wanda just stood there, staring and the growing puddle of blood. When his hand gently grabbed her shoulder, she flinched and looked back to him. "You're ok now, ok? He can't hurt you anymore. Nobody is ever going to hurt you again, ok?" Clint spoke calmly as he slowly brought her into a hug.

She froze as his arms cautiously wrapped around her. But as they locked behind her she broke. Tears raced down her cheeks as she released a bloodcurdling scream. All her emotions over the last few minutes came flooding out in a chorus of agony. Her knees gave out and Clint followed her to the floor whispering soft reassurances into her ear. Her scream was enough to knock everyone out of their stupor and start getting back on track. Natasha came over to the two on the floor and stroked Wanda's hair as Clint rocked the girl back and forth. Soon she had calmed down enough to start muttering.

"I want Rob." She sobbed into Clint's shoulder and she tried to catch her breath. "I want Rob." She repeated.

Both Nat and Steve were confused at the unfamiliar name but everyone else understood who she wanted and why.

"ok, ok we can get him on our way out." Clint nodded and helped her stand. "We just have to get moving before we get caught again." Wanda nodded and once again they were moving again. Although everyone was much more subdued than before.

Coming onto the landing pad, the ramp for the quinjet lowered and Wanda could see Steve's friend walk down the ramp. Her eyes widened at the sight of his missing arm and she wondered what happened to him. As the group approached released sighs came from everyone and Wanda soon let her mind wander, hoping to find Rob and guide him to her side. As everyone made their way up the ramp a single shot rang out. Time seemed to slow as she looked up. Bucky's eyes widened as a bullet punctured his throat and exited out the other side. Blood splatted all over the ramp as his one good hand grasped at his neck.

Everything snapped into focus after that, Steve rushed to his side, dragging him into the quinjet. Natasha quickly pushed Wanda's head down and maneuvered them into the quinjet as well, Scott following them closely. Clint however reacted on instinct, choosing a specially made arrow and shooting it in the direction the shot came from before joining them. Wanda turned around once everyone was inside and watched as the arrow travel up to a concealed position overlooking the landing pad. She watched in horror as Rob stood up to move but was too slow. The arrow hit his shoulder and detonated. Rocks and debris flew in every direction as smoke enveloped the area. Wanda screamed in pain and tried to shoot out a tendril of power to ascertain if Rob survived but the quinjet shuddered and took off, breaking her, already fragile concentration and they were out of there before she could even think of trying again. Clint brought her into a hug as she sobbed at the loss of the one person she trusted most.

*back at Raft*

Clint had really good aim. Now that he thought about it, his reflexes were spot on too. He had been laying there for what felt like hours but in reality, was just a few minutes. The smoke was still prevalent in the area and his vision kept fading to black as the pain seemed to consume his entire being. Coughing up some blood should probably ring some alarm bells but all he could truly think of was how Wanda had escaped to safety and his vengeance on the Winter Soldier. That man was in for an agonizing death as he choked on his own blood. He chuckled lightly and realized he was probably dying.

"At least she is safe and my family avenged." Rob coughed out. The puddle of blood ever expanding below him.

As his vision finally faded to black, he heard a loud bang and a voice he didn't recognize.

"You will do nicely and soon this world will feel my swift and terrible sword."

So, it has been a long time and hopefully you enjoy this chapter. Anyway, I am holding up on the sequel as, 1. I am not happy with how it is turning out. 2. I will be changing plenty of things in this one to make the sequel even better. Anyway, let me know your thoughts. Hope everyone is safe during this time with the corona virus. Luckily or unluckily, depending on your point of view, I am not under quarantine as my job is considered essential, I'm not retail or medical staff, just construction. SO I don't have any more time than usual. Please be safe!