Wilder: An Altered Civil War

Chapter 8- Arrested

Author's Note: I'm sorry to those who know real german, I just used google translate. If you're bilingual and know the correct translation (because google is usually wrong), please tell me what it is so I can change it. Thanks!

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I awoke to the sound of sirens.

I shifted a bit. I was on my back on what felt like a cot of some sort. When I tried to move my shoulders, I found that they, like my legs, were strapped to the cot.

Over my hands were thick gloves, from what I could tell, and after moving around a bit, I realized that I was wearing a straightjacket.

A straightjacket. While being strapped to a cot. 

I tried to cuss but felt something cloth-like in my throat. 

Great. They'd gagged me, too.

"Wir sind angekommen!" 

I wasn't sure what the heck the person behind me was saying, but I knew it wasn't English.

"Bring das Mädchen hier raus," said another voice behind me. Their tone sounded rough and demanding, and their vocal timbre was one of a male.

"Wo sollen wir sie lassen?" asked the first person. This person sounded female.

"Bring sie zu Stark," replied the second person. 

Stark? What does Stark have to do with this?! I thought to myself.

I felt somebody unstrap me from the cot. They grasped my upper arm and pulled me off of it. I just barely landed on my feet as they immediately began to pull me out of... well... whatever I was in.

"Bewege es!" they snapped at me. They sounded like the female who was talking just a second earlier.

Where am I? I asked myself, glancing around. The woman pulled me out of what appeared to be an ambulance and dragged me towards some people that I recognized to be-

"Ava?" Steve called as the woman dragged me towards him, Sam, and another guy I didn't recognize. My shoulder throbbed in pain as she did, but when I grimaced, she didn't seem to care.

I made a strangled grunting noise at her, hoping she got the point.

"Sei still!" she ordered. I wasn't sure what she was saying, but I fell into silence and hoped that was enough. "Geh mit ihnen,"

She seemed to sense that I didn't know what she was saying and shoved me towards Steve and Sam. I stumbled, the straightjacket giving no help whatsoever. I tripped, but before I could fall, Steve caught me. 

I winced and cursed in my head as his hand grasped my shoulder.

"Oh. Sorry," he said, quickly removing his hand and helping me stand up straight. "They put you in a jacket?!"

I felt someone grab my arm and start dragging me again. My head whipped around to find two policemen pulling me towards a cubical container, much like the one I noticed Bucky was in.

"No!" Steve protested, shoving one away and pulling me out of his grip. "She's a kid!"

No, actually, not technically. I'm not that far away from 30, Steve. I thought as he shielded me from the officers who attempted to grab me again and drag me into the glass cube.

"Es ist für die Sicherheit!" a policeman argued. "Sie muss in Gewahrsam gehen!"

"She's a kid!" Steve repeated. 

The policeman rolled his eyes and said in thickly accented English, "She must go into custody. Her age does not matter. She is a threat,"

"She won't hurt anyone if you don't hurt her first," Steve growled.

"It is for safety measures, Mr. Rogers," said a different voice. I turned to find Sharon Carter standing next to a man with grey hair and a wrinkled face. Behind them was a line of guards.

"Sir, I hate to admit it, but Mr. Rogers may have a point. She did not attack the chopper, even after they shot her. I think as long as she's in a straightjacket, she should be fine," Sharon piped up, casting me an apologetic glance.

The man studied me for a moment. I tried to appear as scared and child-like as possible as his eyes swept over my figure. Then, the man sighed. 

"Fine. Keep her in the straightjacket. We have no need for any further measures," he said, addressing the police officers, who nodded and cast me glares before leaving.

With that, they had us walk down a hallway. Guards surrounded us at every side. Steve held my upper arm the whole time, seeming very protective for the entirety of the trip. 

"For the record, this is what 'making things worse' looks like,"

I turned my head at the sound of Nat's voice. She spoke to Steve quietly and directly, though she wasn't looking at him as she walked beside him.

"He's alive," Steve replied simply.

The guards brought us into a room where I immediately heard the familiar voice of Tony Stark talking on the phone.

"Try not to break anything while we fix this," Nat snapped and left us standing by a wall, feeling awkward.

After a moment of being able to do absolutely nothing, I leaned against the wall. The only thing I could move was my legs because the straightjacket was tight around my arms, which were stuck parallel to each other against my chest, and my gag was preventing me from talking.

Why did they put me in a gag? Steve and Sam don't have a gag. Why do I get a gag?!

I looked up from the ground as Tony walked towards us.

"Secretary Ross wants you two prosecuted," he said, pointed to Steve and Sam. "Had to give him something,"

"Not getting that shield back, am I?" Steve asked as though joking.

Technically it's the government's property," Nat told him snarkily and began to walk away with Tony, who stopped suddenly.

"Oh, and Rogers," he turned, approaching Steve again slowly. "Remember what you were telling me about how you thought I was 'neglectful' to Bryce?"

Steve turned his head, looking him in the eyes. "I do recall saying that,"

Tony stopped a hint of glare in his eye. "Explain to me why I'm fishing both you and you kid out of prison."

They want to put me in prison? I thought fearfully. That would explain why they wanted to put me in a glass cube and a straightjacket...

"What about Ava?" Steve demanded.

"You didn't know? They want to put her in one of the highest level security prisons in the world, the Raft. She'll be lucky if she even gets to see the sun there, and even luckier if I can get her out of her sentence before they ship her off,"

If I could gulp with a gag on, I would've. Being unable to see the sun...

What a nightmare.

"No," Steve muttered.

"Yes," Tony snapped. "You should be thanking me, which, of course, you won't. I hope you're happy now,"

With that, he stormed off after Natasha.