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Imagine; you're a speedster like Wanda's brother, nobody knows that you gained immortality in your time with Hydra. And that you're still alive.
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Your reflection in the shopwindow makes you want to rip off your own skin. It's so incredibly ugly and all because they like to torture you.
Your skin has dried out and wrinkled together due to that horrendous machine they placed you in. It would suck all the oxygen out, right until the point where your body would shut down due to lack of that same element. Then it would fill with oxygen again to let you breathe.
'Why did I snap back at them... I wouldn't have looked like this if I hadn't...' you whisper.
Its true. They asked a question and all you gave them was a smart mouthed comment. That resulted in them putting you in the machine all weekend. Your skin dried out, Sometimes you can still feel the burning sensation it brought with it.
But you're not the only one hurt by Hydra. You're not referring to the countless other experiments, your referring to your girlfriend and your crew. Your family.
You read those headlines for the past month, your death was widely mourned by the world. And the sad reality is that you being dead, the world is better of this way. Wanda is too. Why would she want to even see you again after the monster you've become?
A tear slides down your cheek as you pull the hood further down to shield yourself from the world, strolling down the street with your head locked onto the ground. Never was it more interesting.
It took you a while to even go outside again. People can judge like no other. You hate that Ithaca so much effect on you but it does. People stare and gape when they see you. Surely Wanda wouldn't want to be caught dead with a monster like you.
You suddenly bump into someone else. You glance up and see the blurry face of mine other than Wanda Maximoff. You stare at her with wide eyes.
'Sorry.. I didn't-' she stops mid sentence when her eyes land on yours. She doesn't seem to recognise you, yet. But it only takes her a few seconds.
'Y/n?' She asks confused.
Your breath catches in your throat. 'Y/n is that you?' She asks again.
You run. Like you always do, it's what your best at, you run from your problems. You run from the people you care about. Everyone's better off that way.
'Y/n wait!' She yells after you but all you can focus on are the weird stares you get from everyone, including the kids.
Your eyes dart from place to place to try and find some kind of hiding spot. You find an alley and so that's where you hide.
