Newfound Family

Power

Wanda sat with her back to the door, facing the wall. She had no idea how long it had been, maybe another day or so, but so far, other than that encounter with Dmitry a while ago, no one had made an appearance.

In a way, it was obviously a good thing. No visitors meant that no one came to potentially hurt her. But she was getting exhausted from the lack of food and water. Not that she felt like eating anything anyways. Yesterday, someone had come to unrestraint her silently, freeing her from the wall. It was an unfamiliar face, and he had left a glass of water for her, too. But since then, no one.

Wanda sighed, letting out a shaky breath. In normal circumstances, she would've cried, but honestly, she was so exhausted. In normal circumstances, she would've been hungry, too. On the second day (she thought it was, at least. It was hard to keep track) the guard, (that's what she was calling him, at least) had brought her two pieces of bread and an apple. She knew better than to eat it, though, so the water, fruit, and bread sat untouched by the door. From what little information she knew, the Red Room was just as ruthless as Hydra.

Wanda laid back from being slumped against the wall to stare at the ceiling. It was a very vulnerable position; one that if an intruder were to barge in, she'd have a hard time protecting herself, but she started to care less and less.

She thought about anything and everything, letting the happy memories distract her from the current situation.

She thought about her family. She missed how Nat was always there after a nightmare to comfort her, sing to her, and always stay with her while she fell asleep. Now she was caught up in the biggest nightmare of all, and her mother wasn't even there. She had no idea where she was, or if she was even safe. She missed her dad too, who would always try to make her laugh when she was sad, or scared. Who encouraged her to try new things, even if she didn't want to. He always knew best, because there wasn't one thing he encouraged her to do that she didn't end up liking. School was a prime example of that. She missed Uncle Clint, Auntie Laura, and her cousins. They were her best friends, even though they lived so far away. Before she had gotten into this mess, Nat had surprised her that they were going to travel back to Iowa with the Barton's for New Years. There was going to be fireworks again, and she had promised herself she wouldn't be scared this time. She didn't think she would be back in time for New Year's anymore. Probably every New Year's after that, too.

Wanda thought about her friends. She thought about Peter, and how he'd always take time out of his busy schedule to play with her and introduce her to typical kid things. She even missed Jamie. Other than the Barton's and Peter, Wanda never thought she would make friends. But Jamie had shown her, that despite how annoying he was, he was always there for her, and she never really appreciated that until now, when she had all the time in the world to think about it.

She missed the compound, too. At first, it was overwhelming, having her own bedroom, toys, clothes, and everything else. But she had gotten used to it. Gotten used to having a relatively normal life. Her mind shifted back to the stuffed horse Pepper had gotten her on her first night in America. The same stuffed horse that was sitting on her bed right now, and the same one she dragged into her parents' bedroom after every nightmare. She wished she had it. It always brought her comfort during scary times

Little did she know Nat was curled up on Wanda's bed with that stuffed horse to her chest. A tear rolled down her cheek as she let herself cry for her missing daughter.

She didn't know how long she had been lost in her own thoughts for, but it must've been as long time, because when she finally snapped out of her memories, it was because that Dmitry man was grabbing her wrist and slamming her against the wall to be restrained so fast, she didn't even have time to react. She internally blamed it on the vulnerable position she was in, but deep down, she knew it was because she was beginning to sink farther and farther into hopelessness.