The Scarlet Apprentice

The lonely cabin

The physical body of wanda maximoff laid comfortably in the bed of her small, lonely cabin. She was tucked gently under the cover of her bed while the blinds were pulled closed, only allowing a small dash of light to pour through.

Once again, her astral projection hovered in the corner of her room, flicking through the pages of the darkhold. The form was so lost in her concentration that she didn't hear - or sense - the fact that anything was wrong, even though the crash wasn't necessarily far away from where she was.

Meanwhile, over in the forest, the jet lied in pieces. The front half of it was dug into the ground with dirt leaking in through the smashed glass of the window. One of its wings was entirely snapped off and disregarded to the trees beside the wreck, and the other one clung desperately onto the side.

For the first few minutes of consciousness, y/n couldn't hear anything past the blistering ringing that pierced her eyes. At first, it was a blur that took moments for her eyes to adjust to so she could see her surroundings.

The first thing she noticed was the tree that had been knocked over that rested right in front of her face. She was lying on the ground, flat on her stomach with half of her body on the rough surface of the ground, and the other half lying on whatever was left from the floor of the jet.

Once the ringing in her ears faded away, she was able to hear the sound of the metal from the jet being pulled from each other. She slowly but surely gained her breath and managed to compose herself, at least enough to pull herself up.

Just as she tried to push herself up from the ground, she felt a sharp pain spike from her calf and shoot all the way up to the rest of her leg. She groaned out in pain at the sudden sharpness that shot through her leg and she dropped back down with a pant.

While struggling to keep calm, she turned around to see a large slate of metal, which had fallen off from the jet, trapping half of her leg under its weight. Her breath grew heavier as the pressure of the metal crushing her leg started to make her panic more.

She turned her head round to the side of her to see Jack lying there with blood dripping down from his forehead.

"Jack-." She tried her best to call over, despite the fact her voice was weak, "jack. Jack, get up." She told him. Part of her had the feeling that he wasn't going to respond, but she didn't want to admit that she was alone, "come on, please, get up."

She tried her best to hold back her pain while she attempted to pull her leg from underneath the metal, but it still didn't budge and she couldn't pretend it didn't hurt.

Y/n balled her fist and tensed her leg before digging her hand into the ground and using it to pull herself up. She yelled through the pain until, after a harsh jolt, her leg was finally free.

She turned over and held her leg to see that it was now a cut which was dripping with blood. While trying to stop the blood from coming out, she checked the area from where she sat.

Then, she saw the uniform which jack had tossed to her moments before they crashed hanging around from a side of the wreck. Trying not to move her leg, she leant forward, grabbed the shirt and ripped the sleeve clean off. Without too much thought, she tied the sleeve around her cut and pushed herself to stand.

Ignoring the pain that came with each step, she was able to stand up. At least for long enough to check her surroundings from a better angle.

Trees surrounded her, no matter what direction she looked in. She looked down at the jet in front of her to see it completely smashed up with no hope of gaining anything from it.

With a sigh, she limped over to where the cockpit was to find the pilot. It took a few moments for her to match up where the cockpit would've been, but she soon did and carefully looked around it.

After a few glances, her eyes landed upon the pilot, who leant back, his head dropping down while the branch of a tree pierced through his stomach.

"God." She looked away to stop herself from feeling sick while looking at the scene.

While looking away, she found a small radio on the ground by her feet which was covered in dust and dirt. She knew that the chances of it working were very low, but she still wanted some kind of hope, so she bent down to pick it up.

She took a deep breath, "this is agent l/n, does anyone copy?" A few minutes passed and no kind of reply was received. Not even a sign appeared to let her know someone was out there, "I repeat, this is agent l/n, does anyone copy?" She gave it less time that time, "can anyone fucking hear me?!" She yelled into it, frustration boiling over her.

When she didn't get a response for the third time, she threw the device into the tree beside her and watched it smash into pieces. Then, with a shaky exhale to calm herself down, she looked around to see any sign of something other than more trees.

Between some of the trees, she saw what looked like the bottom of a mountain, and decided that that's where she was going to go. She didn't know what she hoped to find, but she would've settled for anything at that point.

The air was crisp and cool, but not too cold to the point where she couldn't bare it. It blew against any skin that was revealed, which caused the many cuts she'd gained to sting with a sharp sensation. All she could do was try and ignore it until she got out of the woods, so she didn't bother stopping to take a break or try and help her wounds.

She'd managed to successfully drag herself out of the woods and over to the bottom of the mountain, which gave her a rough idea of what she was dealing with. From the bottom, she couldn't see much apart from the fact there were more mountains beside the one she stood in front of.

It didn't take her long to figure out that the only way she could go anywhere else was to climb the small hill which connected the two mountains, and hope that there was something the other side of it.

Although it was a struggle, she got to the top of the hill to see that the mountains were all circled around a clearing. In the middle of the clearing was a small, lonely, log cabin, and she sighed in relief before making her way over to it.