Wanda's Angel (Wanda x OC)

Chapter 7~ Forgotten Family

Luna POV

I look around frantically for Wanda or Nat or any sign they are here.

"Tranquillo, Luna," a familiar voice tells me. I know only one person who talks to me in Spanish. A man I hate with a passion.

"Hello, Father," I spat in anger.

Meet my father, Juaquin Solaria, born in Spain, but his mother died at a young age, and he was shipped to Russia to live with his father. Grandpappy Sasha was a cruel man. Due to me being born female, he thought it a great idea to ship me off to H.Y.D.R.A. because it is "dishonorable" to have no male heir.

My grandfather is the ex-CEO of Wolf Motor-CO (a fake motor company. It takes the place of Harley Davidson), a Russian motorcycle manufacturing company. There they make Crotch rockets and low and fast styles like my all-time favorite, the Road King as well as Natasha's LiveWire electric motorcycle. (bike from avengers).

"Now that's no way to talk to me, Luna." Juaquin stated in a 'duh' tone.

"Really? After you helped grandfather Sasha sell me to H.Y.D.R.A.!" I yelled. "You're my father! Yet you sold me like an animal because he told you to. You're just his little bitch."

He slapped me hard and fast. His eyes were full of anger. Then the door to my room slammed open. As it turns out, this isn't even my room. For incomes, Baron Von Strucker. The man I was originally sold to.

"You wanted to talk to her, not hit her," Strucker says, standing up for me, which confuses the hell out of me.

"Fine, just give her the serum the throw her out of here, and give her back to the Avengers."

Baron grabbed the injection and a knife. He then placed the serum in a lab specialist's hand then quickly turned around and murdered my father with the knife he grabbed.

"Well, damn," I said in a monotone voice. I didn't care one damn bit that that man was dead.

When you sell your child to a terrorist organization at age 5, they are less likely to love you.

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Moving on.

Strucker then took the injection from the scientist. He then sterilized a part of my arm for the injection. For some reason, I couldn't feel my body. I only just noticed this.

I'm a dumbass.

He injected the fluid onto my bloodstream and everyone evacuated the room.

"Luna, you will stay here for three days to see if you survive the injection, and then we will throw you back to the dogs you call friends. Also known as the Avengers."

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1 day after injection 9:50 pm

The guards have been weary when they enter the cage to feed me. I'm concerned that what they gave me even they are afraid of what it'll do. Also, they've been feeding me more venison than anything. How do I know it's deer? IDFK!

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2 Days Later 9:50 pm (Time is important here)