Baby Witch| Baby Wanda Maximoff

reunion?

No one's POV

"Give her to me." An agent demanded.

"Is the right call-'' Ward began to say. The agent yanked sleeping Wanda from his arms. "Are you contradicting me?" The agent snaps.

"Don't you ever speak to me like that again, you understand? I can tear you limb from limb with my eyes closed. Are we clear?" Grant Ward stood straight, pointing at the agent. "My apologies, it won't happen again." He squeaks.

Ward glared and the agent scurried away with the child in his arms.

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Clint laid limp on the ground, after being removed from the bed, blinking slowly, being heavily dosed with drugs into his system, via tubes.

He was tired.

His mind was all blurry and fuzzy and he couldn't focus on anything due to the lack of peaceful sleep.

He wasn't chained anymore, but still had the collar, so technically he could try to escape, unfortunately the drugs made his body numb, so he can't move.

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The agent that was carrying a sick and sleeping Wanda, put her on the cold cement ground and shook her to wake up.

Wanda whimpers and slowly opens her eyes.

"Get up." The agent commands. Wanda flinches and freezes, but with one look of the stone cold agent, she immediately stood up wobbly, putting two hands in front of her on the floor to try and balance herself.

The man rolled his eyes and yanks her by arm and begins walking. She tried to keep up, but he was too fast, so he was practically dragging her.

Wanda whimpers in protest, trying to tell the man to stop, but everything was going through one ear and out the other, he wasn't having it.

They finally enter a chilly room with individual prison like cells and chains hanging from the walls.

The man opens the doors and throws the small 3 year old into the cell, grabbing 2 of the chains.

Wanda whimpers well knowingly what's going to happen, backing up into the far corner. "Shut up worthless brat." He spat and cuffs a chain to each of her wrist, extra tightly for no reason. She made a weak noise.

"You try to leave, I have one of these. You try to take the chains off, I put it on. You disobey, it goes on. Am I clear?" The nasty agent states, holding up an awful shock collar, that Wanda knew too well of, watching other test subjects writhing through the torture.

She nods, tears welling her eyes.

With a last glare, the agent closed the the gate and locked, leaving the room entirely.

Wanda was curled into a ball in the corner. Her head was hot, but she was shivering like a leaf and she had the worst headache. She was terrified of being back in the hands of hydra. She just wanted to go back home.

Uncle Loki promised her he would protect her, he promised! everyone promised...

Tears began to roll down her rosy cheeks.

'maybe day let hydra take me. i wortess an' a big cwy baby. no wonder day don't wove me. uncle loki lied to me.' her anxiety rushed through her head.

She blink away the tears from her vision.

When she looks up, she couldn't believe who she saw.

Uncle Loki.

"u-unca wogi...?" She asks hopefully.