Hey everyone, here's another chapter. I couldn't end it on something so horrible and then have you wait for the next part. I know that would crush me as a reader, so here's something with more Steve/Wanda and Bucky/Wanda moments. I hope you enjoy!

(I don't own anything.)

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You deserve this.

Monster.

Murderer.

You've been touched by evil.

A scream ripped out of Wanda's lips, as soundless and painful as the previous ones.

She couldn't sleep, couldn't eat. Not that they were giving her food. She had been thrown into maximum security after killing that man and she was to be left alone to die.

She had caved in and begged for water only to realize that her voice was gone from screaming so much. From the burn the collar left on her.

Staring at her distorted reflection from the metal walls, she faintly saw the angry red skin poking out from under the collar and for one wild second she was sad that she'd be left with an ugly scar.

She sat for who knows how long just staring at the metal door with a tiny window. She was pretty sure it was so people would notice if she died. Although, no one ever came around to check on her, so she could die and her body wouldn't be found until they needed her room.

There was commotion outside the door and Wanda faintly recognized the sound of bodies hitting the floor. The door swung open and she was staring at a pair of old chuck taylors.

"Wanda?" she heard someone say. Their voice was somewhat familiar.

"Oh, Wanda, sweetheart. I'm so sorry," the voice said again. She heard shifting and suddenly she was staring into clear blue eyes. She tried to remember where she knew them from but nothing came to mind. She did, however, notice how nicely the blue blended in with the green flecks in the orbs.

A hand brushed her hair back and she closed her eyes. That had felt good.

"Let's get you out of here," the voice said and she felt arms wrap around her back and behind her knees. She opened her eyes and saw everything rise as she was lifted up. Part of her told her to fight but her body hummed with recognition. She would trust that feeling and leaned her head against something. From the uncomfortable jolt with every step, she assumed it was a shoulder her head rested on.

"Is she okay?" she heard someone else ask. That voice also seemed familiar.

"I don't know, she's not talking. Let's get her to the jet and back to safe territory. Maybe she'll open up then," the first voice said, the one with the blue-green eyes.

There were shouts and sirens and gunshots.

Wanda didn't bother to look around her, figuring that if she were to die, she'd rather not see it coming.

Suddenly the person holding her was running and the noises were left behind.

"Come on, hurry. It won't be long now until they figure out where we went," someone said. Her head was beginning to hurt from so many unknown but recognized voices.

"Is that everybody?"

"Yes, your majesty, we're ready to go."

"Okoye, take us home."

She felt movement and she was sat down on something.

"Wanda, can you hear me?" Blue-green-eyes asked. The person was kneeling in front of her so they were on the same eye level.

She wanted to ask who they was, what they wanted from her, but all her throat could manage was a dry gulp.

That seemed to mean something, because suddenly there was cursing and threats and someone was going to kill Tony.

That name rang a bell.

Out of nowhere she felt hands at her throat and panic flashed across her face before going blank again. If they were to kill her then she'd welcome it.

Wanda closed her eyes and waiting for the snapping.

While there was snapping, it wasn't what she was expecting. When her eyes opened, she saw the collar that had previously been on her neck being held by pale peach hands. They were clenched around the device and she could hear the crunching as they broke it further.

Then she felt hands flutter down her chest and stomach and suddenly her arms were falling down into her lap.

Wanda stared down at her hands numbly. She saw her fingers twitch and she was thrown back with a gasp as something came rushing back to her, developing her senses and merging with her every cell.

"Wanda," the voice said again, relief evident in their voice.

She felt something swirl around her head, touching every corner of her mind as it brought back puzzle pieces and placed them together in her head.

Wanda heaved as voices took names and memories were placed with times.

She looked up and saw Steve looking at her with regret and sorrow. Over his shoulder stood Sam.

Her mind froze for a moment, overwhelmed with all of the information being thrown at it.

"Where-" she tried to say but the only sound she made was an awful gurgling.

Steve handed her a glass of water and she took it, taking a small sip. Pain coursed through her as the water touched her raw throat.

"Talk to me," Steve said, taking her hand and touching it to his head.

Wanda stared at it confused before red started to form around her fingers.

Hate and fear gripped her heart and she shut it down before anything could happen. She felt her magic retreat into her mind, hiding like a scorned pup.

"Wanda?" Steve asked again and she blinked at him.

He left you.

They all left you.

Wanda felt tears sting her eyes but pushed the tears back and turned away from Steve.

"Wanda, please," he pleaded, hurt clear in his voice.

But she was hurt, too, and a large part of it had to to with the man in front of her. Or at least that's what she thought at that moment.

"Steve," Sam spoke up. "Let's give her some time. She dealt with a lot back there. A lot more that what any of us had to deal with."

She felt him stand and then lips were on her forehead.

"I'm sorry, Wanda. I failed you."

She let her tears fall when she was sure no one was looking at her.

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"She's still not eating?" Steve asked one of the Wakandan helpers as they carried out Wanda's uneaten tray of food from her room.

The man shook his head sadly.

It had been two days since he'd gone to break Sam and Wanda out of the compound. Clint and Scott had been forced to take a different route so they could still be with their families, and Steve didn't blame them for taking that option.

With a sigh, Steve thanked the man and knocked on Wanda's door. He got no answer and leaned his forehead on her door. He didn't know what else to do to get her to talk, to eat, to at least let him see her.

"She's still not responding?" Bucky asked, walking out from his own room.

"No," Steve answered, walking over to his friend. "I don't know what else to do to get her to do something."

Bucky hesitated for a breath.

"She screams at night," he said. Steve looked up and Bucky pointed to his room.

"She's right next to me, I can hear what she does. Most of the time there's no movement, but sometimes she screams. They're not very loud. It's more like a whisper," he said.

Steve looked at the door.

"I failed her, Buck. I promised her I wouldn't leave her behind and that's exactly what I did. And all the things she had to go through those few days she was locked up… God, it makes me so angry with those people, and Tony, but mostly myself. I shouldn't have left her behind."

Bucky shook his head.

"Don't, Steve. If anyone's at fault it's me, I'm the one who took you to Siberia under the impression that Zemo wanted to use the other Winter Soldiers to destroy an empire," he said.

Steve shook his head.

"You didn't know what he was planning. You took what you knew and you helped us with that. Don't blame yourself," he said.

"Then don't you blame yourself either, Steve."

They smiled at each other and went downstairs, talking about the few things they'd seen of Wakanda so far.

Wanda sat motionless in her bed, staring at the door.

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"Hungry?" A voice called behind her.

Wanda jumped and her magic was at her hands before she shook it off with a start.

Bucky watched with confusion.

"Why do you reject them?" he asked.

Wanda shook her head and walked backwards until her back hit the kitchen sink.

"You know, bread and water aren't very filling," he said, walking towards the refrigerator. He pulled out a carton of milk and walked over to a cupboard to pull out some cereal.

"Want some?" he asked as he left the things on the island and got himself a bowl. She shook her head.

"Why?" he asked, serving himself his cereal.

Wanda looked at the exit with longing.

"You know I could catch you, right?" he asked.

Wanda closed her eyes and took a gentle deep breath. The ache was still too much and her hand went up to her throat.

"It hurts," he stated. "Is that why you won't eat or talk?"

Wanda looked away from him and went back to the counter where her 'meal' was.

"Why don't you tell Steve?" Bucky asked. "He's worried sick about you. You can't just drop a boyfriend like that, Wanda."

Boyfriend? She thought. Her eyes widened. Bucky thought she was dating Steve?

Wanda snorted and winced as the harsh movement hurt her throat.

"What? Am I wrong?" he asked.

Maybe it was Wanda's imagination, but she heard hope underneath his inquiry.

She nodded.

The two remained quiet for a few awkward minutes.

"I've never seen him care for someone like that. It made me think something was going on between you two even though I saw him kiss that blonde girl. My apologies for misinterpreting the situation," he said at last.

Wanda tilted her head to the side in question.

"The blonde? I think her name was Sharon? She was with the CIA and helped us escape," Bucky said.

Wanda nodded but confusion still lingered on her face.

"I thought…" she tried to say, but her voice was barely audible. She swallowed hard as the words felt like knives going up her throat.

"It's okay, you don't have to talk," he said, glancing up from his cereal.

"We could try it like before, remember?" he asked. "We'd be able to hide all sorts of conversations from HYDRA."

Wanda smiled at him and his eyes crinkled with happiness.

"Buck, are you in here?" Steve called out before stepping into the kitchen.

He froze at seeing Wanda in there.

He glanced between his best friend and the girl he'd come to view as a sister.

"What…?" he asked, confusion and hurt tainting his words.

"Hey, relax, Steve," Bucky said from his seat. "I kind of cornered her in here while she was eating."

Steve looked at her small portion of bread and water.

"That's not very filling," he said, repeating the same thing Bucky had told her.

She felt her lips lift in amusement.

"That's what I told her," Bucky said. "But I think it's all she can tolerate right now."

Their eyes focused on the burn mark on her throat and she self-consciously pulled her cardigan around herself, trying to hid the burned flesh.

"Wanda," Steve's voice broke. "I'm so sorry. I don't know how I'll ever make this up to you."

He took a step closer and Wanda hesitated.

Looking upon his fallen face she couldn't help herself and ran into him, wrapping her arms around him as tightly as she could. She smooshed her face into his chest and took a deep breath. His scent filled her nose and soothed all the aches she had.

His arms automatically wrapped around her and held her tightly.

Bucky watched with a smile as the two people he cared about reunited.

I love you, Steve. Nothing will change that, Wanda thought at him, hiding her face into his chest as if trying to become one with him.

Steve's answering laugh came out like a sob and she felt the vibrations against her cheek.

"I love you, too, kid," he said with a moist kiss to her head.

Wanda poked her eyes from over Steve's arms to look at Bucky. He was smiling at the two. When he felt her gaze his eyes shifted to hers.

After what felt like an eternity, both of them smiled at each other simultaneously.

Wanda knew that none of this made anything go away, nor did it make the conversations they needed to have disappear, but she knew that despite everything they've been through and everything they felt, they would all be alright in the end.

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A/N: THIS IS NOT THE END. I know it seems like a good place to end and perhaps start a sequel, but I want to keep all of this in one story. So while it sounds like an ending, it's not. Another update will come either on Monday night or sometime Tuesday.