She's Got a Temper || Wanda Maximoff || Natasha Romanoff ||

Chapter 17

A/N: Hello, sorry this is incredibly past due but I was finishing the entire story and have decided to post every Monday from this point forward. Also the song above is meant to be listened too while reading the chapter. At the end of the book I will post all 3 playlists I have created for this. This is all I will be saying. I hope you enjoy the innerworkings of my mind. 

The Red Room, Belarus: Day 25

I was once again back in the chair getting tortured and weakened so they could electric shock me. It was basically starting from scratch since I overpowered their mind games; This time around though I knew Natasha was safe so I didn't have to appear weak so they wouldn't hurt her; I held my resolve, regardless of what Taskmaster put in my head.

I knew today though would be different; today they were moving me out of the compound I was in. I finally knew where I'd been though and that was Belarus, of course not exactly Russian territory but close enough. I overheard Taskmaster saying Moscow, so I assumed that that's where they were taking me. I was a little panicked, Natasha knew where I was right now she wouldn't know where they were going to take me but what if she hadn't come too or what if she hadn't found Steve yet, there were so many moving parts so I basically had to rely on Yelena's mental capability which brought me some comfort since I knew she was smart.

I just hoped today would be the day they would rescue me or else I would be lost forever; probably a mind controlled robot working for the KGB.

"Let's get her up." Taskmaster came into the room with 2 Widow's as usual.

"Time to move." she said sarcastically as she unchained me herself and drove another vibranium knife into my leg. Bitch.

"For good measure." I'll show you a good measure.

They stood me up and handcuffed me but also chained my legs for the journey I supposed. I was a little dazed from the immense amount of blood loss over such a short period of time but I at least still had my consciousness. They walked me towards the elevator and we travelled downwards to the lower level where I assumed a plane or jet would be. I was right when the doors opened and I saw a plane being fueled up; the Widow's walked me over to the entrance and I began walking up the stairs to the plane.

I had just reached the top when an explosion sent me flying into the far wall. I was too weak to get up but I heard fighting and a lot was going on but I couldn't focus my hearing so I was in the dark about what was happening. I tried moving my head but my body just shook as I attempted to; I gave up on the attempt and just laid there. I had never felt so weak before; even days ago I wasn't this weak, the blood loss was really fucking with me.

I heard screaming but I had no idea who it was or where it was coming from. I tried moving but a voice halted me.

"Don't do that, there's so much blood coming out of you I don't even know where it originates." I smiled widely when I heard his voice.

"I never thought I would be so happy to hear your voice, bird-boy." I laughed but it was hard with the blood coming from my mouth.

"Please, don't do anything, if I don't get you out of here a very super powered girl and an assassin will kill me." he commented as he lifted me off the ground.

"Sam, I'm really heavy." I said not wanting him to hurt himself, the adamantium in my body made me a lot heavier than an average woman or man.

"Even dying you're worried about everyone else jesus; You're okay, the wings are getting us out of here." Sam began to take flight and I felt my eyes closing, I was finally okay.