Cold.
That was the first thing she was aware of.
Then suddenly she sat up, gasping widely as the cold air around her shocked her lungs. Curling in on herself as coughs racked through her scubs clad body, Beatrix tried to warm her groggy bones, yet for some reason she could not get comfortable. She failed to notice this however, instead, being amazed she had survived the experiment. List had experimented on her first, so perhaps that meant Pietro and Wanda had survived as well.
Opening her eyes, it took a moment for her vision to focus, but when it finally did, she wished she had kept them shut. Around and underneath her, cloaked only in their own scrubs, were the other former subjects, the others who never came back, the ones who had died. Looking around the mass grave, Bea started to hyperventilate.
Dead.
She must have been dead, otherwise those thugs wouldn't have thrown her in this pit. Oh god, what had she been dragged into? She never asked for any of this, she just wanted to be home. She just wanted to go home.
Suddenly, all she felt was warmth as she saw energy swirl around her like blue and black sand, completely surrounding her before it disappeared completely, allowing her to see the familiar walls of her Madrid flat bedroom. Freezing in shock, she inhaled carefully, the smell of home she had always associated with coming home to an untouched home after vacation filled her senses. There was no way she could be back home, she couldn't. Unless…
Scrambling up, she looked around before closing her eyes, thinking carefully. Picturing her kitchen just down the hall, she imagined the spot she wanted to be in before feeling that warming sensation again. Opening her eyes, she found herself right where she had pictured herself: in the kitchen looking out the window over the city.
Teleportation. Who'd have thought? In all that time she had been kept in the castle, not once had she wondered what ability she could possibly get from the experiment. All she had wanted was to be back home; and after so long, here she was. But what had happened to Pietro and Wanda? What had been their fate? Feeling months of exhaustion come over her, she tugged at the ends of her greasy curls. She'd work out what to do later; right now, she needed a long hot shower and a nap.
Evidently, sleep would not come easily until she had the answers she desired, Bea discovered as she padded to her computer, sleep having evaded her. The biggest question on her mind had been on what Strucker had said about her family, creating an uneasy pit in her stomach. Having surveyed her home earlier, she noted how there had been no sign of a break in, almost as though she had left and never came back. Hoping for the best obviously went unheard as she typed her last name into the browser bar, instantly news article regarding the horrific murder of her family on both sides. Everyone from her parents to her grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, everyone was gone. Those who had taken her had truly been either been discreet or completely ruthless in the slaughter of her kin. Suffering through each article, the realization continued to sink in that there was nothing left for her. No one but Pietro and Wanda, if they even survived.