Falling, Fallen

Chapter 21

RAQUEL'S POV

A groan sounded from the other side of the room, causing me to open my eyes and lean forward a bit to see Pietro getting up from an awkward position they had placed him in. He blinked rapidly for a couple of seconds before his eyes landed on me.

He immediately noticed the blood on the side of my head. "What happened?" He asked, worry laced around the two words as he made to move towards me. But the chains around his wrists pulled him back and he turned around to glance at them in annoyance. I held my hands up, showing the identical situation I was stuck in.

Whatever he used to knock us out did this to me," I said, gingerly touching my ear only to wince and pull away.

"Can you use your powers to get out?" he asked.

"I tried but I think that something here is blocking our powers."

A look of disappointment and frustration took over his face, I knew it wasn't directed towards me though. "Where did you get the clothes from?" He asked, frowning as he glanced at the shirt and pants I was wearing.

"They kind of threw it at me and told me to change," I answered. "I'm honestly glad. Can you imagine me sitting here in a dress and heels?" I tried to joke so he wouldn't be so worried about me.

I earned a chuckle from him before a lot of panic came across his face as he realized that Wanda wasn't here. "Wanda. Where's Wanda?"

"Don't worry," I reassured. "They didn't take her."

"They? Who's they? Where are we?

I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes for the throbbing in my head to stop. He deserved to know what was going on. But how was I supposed to tell him all this? How would he take it?

"Rach?"

"I'm sorry," I said once I opened my eyes, though I was unable to meet his.

"What?"

"I should've figured it out... I should've known it was him." The words poured out of my mouth before I could stop them.

"Rach, what are you talking about?" Pietro asked, confusion written all over his face. I would have laughed if we weren't in this particular situation.

"It's my uncle, Pietro," I breathed the words out.

Pietro opened his eyes to say something but he never got a chance. The door opened with a click and my uncle walked in. He had a bright smile on his face as he glanced at the two of us and despite trying not to let the fear from the past flood into my body, right when his eyes met mine again, I shrank into myself immediately looking away.

Pietro seemed to have noticed the way I suddenly moved and looked at me with concern. I sucked in a deep breath and pushed the fears away - or at least tried to- and gave a small nod.

"Now, I think we have established that I'm her uncle," he said with a bright smile. He was enjoying this, torturing me again.

He extended his hand to Pietro who just sat there without moving until he put his hand away. "You have rude company," he mumbled to me.

"We need her," he pointed at me.

Pietro opened his mouth to protest but closed it when I shook my head. A man walked over to me and undid the chains, he put some kind of bracelet on my wrist (probably to block my powers), he left my hands tied together. He grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me out of the room. I managed to give Pietro a smile which probably seemed more nervous than reassuring, before being pulled out of the room.