BABY AVENGERS ➵ scarletfrost

《 VIII 》HYDRA

Loki's POV:

I groaned in frustration as I helped pull Wanda up to her feet, noticing her shaking hands and raggedy breathing. Panic reflected in her eyes before she firmly shut them, took a deep breath and shook her heead gently before reopening them, the panic disguised with a look of false confidence.

"When I said I missed home, this was not what I meant," she muttered. I chuckled nervously and cleared my thorat. "Lets not waste any more time," I said as I lightly held her arm and teleported us to the destination she had described.

It was small, dusty and very dirty. The gloomy sky reflected in the puddles on the muddy and damp concrete. Children living on the streets scrambled around, picking wallets out of pockets and rummaging through rubbish for any last scrapes of food to feed their family. I screwed up my face at the unsavoury view before realising my hand was still wrapped around her arm and taking it off.

"..Aha, I, uh, guess this place hasn't changed much.." she stuttered lightly as she took a few slow steps forwards and I pretended to not realise her eyes becoming glossy with built up tears. I spun on my heel to see a small building, showered in overgrown vines and droopy trees being camouflaged. She took in a shaky breath, "..This is it." I nodded at her statement.

After exchanging determined look, I used a touch of my magic to melt open the lock and sneak into the building. The familiar metallic smell of blood filled my nostrils and I cringed at the uncomfortable scent of vomit mixing with it. We continued through the endless halls, only to find empty and abandoned cells littered with tiny portions of molding bread and disgusting puddles of blood and vomit. It was a horrible sight and clearly brought back some unsavoury memories to the little witch who stood wobbly behind me. We both froze in our positions when we heard a loud drilling noise and a high pitched cry.

"No, no, no way, we can't be too late," Wanda cried out, running towards the direction of the scream as I followed closely behind. Although it really was only like a minute, it felt like forever until we reached the door. Luckily, none of them were harmed, and the cry of terror was most likely caused because of seeing the drill rather than being hurt by it. The children were bunched up in a white bag with their little fragile arms and legs cuffed together, creating a small red outline on their skin.

A few words were said in what I assumed was Sokovian until a new voice spoke and Wanda hitched a breath, her face turned pale and her eyes widened as he knees buckled below her, failing to hold her up. She crashed to her knees and brought a trembling hand over her mouth. The man who had spoken had a Sokovian accent similar to the others but it had a cold and eerie tone to it. I looked at her in confusion, waiting for an explanation, but she continued to stare at the ground in shock and pain.

She began muttering frantically under her breath in Sokovian as tears welled up in her eyes but one thing she said made me stop. ".. Pietro"

..What?

A/N

HEY GUYSS- I AM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK AND HOW SHORT IT IS LMAO, I JUST WANTED TO POST FOR YALL. I swear I'll do everything in my power to upload sooner next time, I'm working on another fanfic at the same time right now which I'll post when its all finished, only on chapter two right now but I want to make sure its good before I post it. Anyways, love you all thank you so much for your patience, to all my muslims out there, I hope you have and are having a very amazing Ramadan. Love you all <3
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