𝑼𝒔, 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑩. 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔

8b

Vision had been very polite when he caught her and flew her away from the fight. Stark was not. "These are for you, blondie." Stark snarled at Marcella as he put the large metal cuffs on her and locked them.

"Kinky."

He ignored her, dragging her over to a vehicle and sitting her down. "Stay."

Marcella analyzed his suit, her head tilting at the glowing circle in middle. Stark glared down at her once more before walking away to join his team. Marcella took in all the Avengers. Team Cap, was stopped and waiting. Team Ironman was angry, she could sense it on them. It was a civil war. Marcella turned her head to the direction of the quinjet they were talking about earlier, she was closer than any of them. If she snuck away she could make it. Marcella turned back to look at Bucky, he was already looking at her like he didn't know if she'd choose him over the mission.

When Team Cap started to run towards them, Marcella knew Steve wasn't giving up. Team Ironman started to run too, and then they crashed and the fight ensued. Marcella watched as Natasha and Clint fought, Stark and Steve, T'Challa and Bucky. The others flew and circled in sky. "Des idiots. Tous." She mumbled to herself and got up from her spot. As soon as she did the vehicle flew back from behind her by someone in the sky giving her a slight shock.

She quietly, unnoticed in all the chaos, walked away and sneaked towards the quinjet. Her strategy was to stay closer to the buildings and using them as cover from Stark and the other flyers. Her hands were still bound making her not as useful in a fight but she figured she'd find something on their quinjet to remove them. Or maybe she'd just hit them a few times on something.

Marcella heard Bucky and T'Challa with her enhanced hearing. They were closer to her than any of the others.

"I didn't kill your father."
"Then why did you run?"

Tell him, Bucky, she thought. Tell him that you ran because that's all you knew how to do now. Tell him you were set up and scared.

He said nothing and something loud hit the opposite side of where she was hiding behind a large, white, shipping container.

Marcella moved out of her hiding spot and caught a small glimpse of Bucky. It was him who had been kicked into it. She peeked around just enough to see what was happening. Her eyes widened as T'Challa's claws came for his throat. They were stopped just in time but not by Marcella. Red magic circled the Black Panthers claws and then Wanda Maximoff used her gift to throw him away from Bucky.

Without much thinking, Marcella moved back behind the container, pressing her hands against it and taking a few breaths of air. Her survival instincts, her Hydra instincts, that were deeply embedded in her took control and chose self-preservation. It had nothing to do with being physically safe though. It was mental. Bucky almost just died in front of her. She felt overwhelming with the emotions she struggled to allow herself to feel.

She heard Bucky get up and start running off. Finding her footings, she stepped out from behind the container once again. She looked to where Bucky went and hoped he was getting back to Steve, not looking for her. She felt split down the middle as if she was faced with a heavy choice. Fight with them even though the odds were stacked, or leave them and take the quinjet to Siberia to finish this alone instead.

She turned back to the direction of the jet giving thousands of excuses to herself as for to why she was going towards it and not helping the team. Then she saw Wanda Maximoff staring at her, curiously and cautious, wondering what she was doing. Wanda had seen Marcella's hesitation to go to Bucky, she panicked breaths and stress. It radiated off her quite clearly as she hid from the chaos around her like it didn't exist.