𝗘𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 [𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗙𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘁]

Six

Baby, bang it up inside

"Didn't think I'd find you here." Loki says as Wanda sits down beside his cell.

She rolls her eyes. "What do you know?" She asks.

"What do I know what, dear? You're going to have to be more specific." He replies, staring at her.

"Don't bullshit me." She starts. "You know. You know who I am. I know I'm Wanda Maximoff, but I don't know what I am, and I know that you do. You know." 

He sighs. "Maybe I do."

"Tell."

"I know that your father is-"

She looks at him in hope, pushing away the fact that she could be adopted.

"Wanda!" Natasha calls through her com, and she looks down at it before speaking. "We have a location for the Winter Sold-Bucky. We have a location on where Bucky is."

"Where?" Wanda asks, but then remembers she's with Loki.

Natasha seems to realize that as well.

"I'll be right there." Wanda says, turning off her com.

She runs a hand through her hair, glaring at Loki. "You know. And I will find out what you know."

"I was going to tell you, my dear." He says with a smirk and she rolls her eyes.

"Ugh!" She growls, fisting her hands. "I hate you!"

He smiles as she leaves.

"Everything goes according to plan." He states quietly, not loud enough for her to hear as she leaves his cell.

Once Wanda is no longer in his cell, she answers her com.

"Wanda?" Natasha asks.

"Yeah, I'm here. I didn't want Loki to hear." She whispers in response as she walks through the compound, going to the meeting room. "I'll be there in a few minutes. Where have you found him?"

"Germany. We're leaving in two hours." Natasha informs her, and Wanda nods.

"Okay."

...

She tightens her corset, a sigh coming from her throat.

She uses her powers to grab her jacket, pulling it over her shoulders.

The red is nice; it's definitely not her favorite color, because red is the color of blood, and the color of death to her, but the red matches with her powers.

The boots she wears are high but actually comfortable.

"Alright, what did I miss?" She asks, boarding the Quinjet with the others. They didn't seem to be mad that she missed the meeting; maybe it wasn't important or maybe it was because Natasha told her already.

"Nothing, really." Pietro says, his accent thick. "How was Loki?"

"Terrible." She replies with a smirk as she sits down on one of the empty seats on the Jet. "He said he knew who I was. Knew who my father was. But that has to be bullshit."

"Why?" Pietro asks, tilting his head in confusion.

"Because our parents were killed in a bomb explosion when we were 10." She mumbles, not wanting to think about it.

"Oh, yeah, because of him." Her brother growls, glaring at Tony Stark who just grips the arm rests of his chair tighter.

"Shush, Piet! I've already forgiven him. You should as well. He's sometimes a good person." She says, and Tony rolls his eyes.