BABY AVENGERS ➵ scarletfrost

《 IX 》Save Them

Wanda's POV:

I thought I had felt unbearable pain before, and I really had. The loss of my parents and my brothers shattered me, but this.

This was something else. Relief bubbled up in me at the sight of him, the initial feeling of seeing him again blinded me from questioning anything. When the realisation snaked up, I was sure I was going to be sick. My throat tightened as I choked out his name helplessly, forgetting about everything else.

"Wanda?" Fuck, right, Loki was still here. Only then did I realise I was on my knees and there were tears streaming down my reddened cheeks. "Shit, I'm sorry I-"

"Shh," he whispered, lifting a finger to his lips as I listened to the man who had previously been holding the drill speak to my dead brother.

Though the speech was muffled, I could make our a few words. "Project Seventy Nine... find .. bring back .... children .... us .... unharmed." Though I was confused about the full sentence, I released a breath I didn't know I was holding when I heard the word unharmed, praying it would be about my team mates.

"Okay, we go in, get them out and leave," he told me firmly, prepared to hear my protests. "But, Pietr-"

"Wanda," the tone of his voice made me turn around to look at him, "We will come back for him, our main goal right now is to get the avengers out."

Nodding in false confidence, I scolded myself for acting so weak. This wasn't me. The Scarlet Witch was a fighter, destined to destroy the world, not someone who cowered at the sight of her former torturers and her dead brother. Especially in front of Loki. I was bringing shame to my own prophecy.

"Wanda?" If I hadn't known better, I'd think his tone was.. gentle? No, no way, this guy hated me, of course its not.

"Wanda." Right, the mission.

"Lets go," I decided as stood up and peered across the corner, hoping to find some sort of entrance.

The metallic smell and vomit made me feel sick, how did I live so many years with it? Our whole time there, the only thoughts I had were about my own previous experiences in this horid place. It was revolting, disgusting, yet it was the only place I used to call home.

No.

This wasn't home, it never felt like home, it never smelt like home, it never look like home. It wasn't. My home was never a place. It was always Pietro. I couldn't believe I had let that thought slip away from me.

Hiding a flinch at the sight of needles, I watched as Strucker and Pietro left the children alone in the room, the drill still piercing in their little ears.

"This is a trap," I whispered, it was meant for Loki, but also to keep myself from rushing in there to carry them to safety.

"I know," he whispered back, "And we're going to walk right into it." Smirking despite our situation, I checked both sides before sliding into the room, signalling Loki to watch the door as I comforted my teammates.

"Hey, its okay, I know," I began, rubbing their arms gently, "I'm sorry we left, we're gonna get ya out of here, okay?"

Loki's POV:

Was it odd that I felt a pang of sympathy for the witch? Yes, it was. Did that stop me? No.

Seeing her, the woman who never let her guard down, constantly defending herself, fall to her knees in defeat was a sight that I hoped to never see. Even after she had collected herself, it burnt in the back of my head, along with a sudden urge to protect her- CAN WE FOCUS LOKI?

Entering the room, she immediately made a beeline to the children while I stood by the door, searching through files. I didn't know what I was looking for, but a particular folder labelled, 'The Maximoffs,' peaked my interest.

In the moment, I didn't have time to read it, so I dropped it through a portal leading to the avengers tower, hoping to read it later. "Shit," she cursed. Biting back the urge to say 'language,' I quietly inquired what was wrong to which she pointed to a tracking device on the bag they were in.

"I'll teleport them back, it might take a while though, I can only do one at a time," I told her, hovering by the folders. Nodding her head, she gulped. "Okay, you take them, I'll try stay here and try to find out how the hell my brothers still alive," she stated, her stare burning holes through the boxes behind me.

Grabbing Steve's tiny hand, I told him to close his eyes and count to ten as we both teleported to the tower, I put him on the couch, promising I'd be back in another ten seconds as I disappeared once again. Probably not my best idea since they had just been kidnapped, but I told Friday to go into lockdown mode and tell us if anything happened.

Repeating this process with the rest, I had paid little attention to what Wanda was doing until I took the last baby, Tony, back to the tower. As I returned again, I turned around to see the man from before, standing in the doorway, with a gun.

A fucking gun.

The world was in slow motion, it had to be. Before I had the chance to say anything, to warn her that he was there, he pulled the trigger, skimming her side.

Fuck.

A/N

I am so so so fucking sorry this took SO long. I had no plot idea and was just going along with the flow. Now I have somewhat of a plan and hopefully I'll update more often. Anyway, thank you so much for all of your patience with my slow ass. Love you so much, thanks for the endless support you've been giving on this book! Next one will be out soon <33
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