Found Again

Sixty-One

You shoot up in bed, crying.

This shit isn't fucking funny!

You pull at the roots of your hair as you attempt to keep your sobs quiet.

I can't do this shit anymore! I can't bear dreaming about him every single fucking night! It hurts!

You pull your legs up against your chest, then you lay your forearms on your knees and place your head in your hands.

Your dream... it was so random.

You were sitting on the steps beside Loki, who was telling you-

Your thoughts are interrupted by shattering glass.

You jump out from between your sheets and run to the door, pressing your ear to the door and hearing a few faint voices.

You take a deep breath before sliding the door open slowly and quietly.

You peep between the crack, seeing... absolutely nobody there.

You tiptoe out of your room and inch your way along the wall toward the common room.

You peek your head around the corner, noticing a similar woman to the witch who killed your baby standing in the middle of the room.

Your fists tighten while your jaw clenches as you see the same white eyes and white lines painted across her face.

You stomp out into the room, seeing six more of the same witches turning to the noise, aka you.

You whip your hand around, ending in a fist, suspending the witches in the air with your red magic.

Funny what anger does to your magic.

It's even funnier since you'd been getting better your magic returned to its golden color that complimented Loki's golds so well.

Now that you're not angry constantly, your magic only turns red when you're pissed, and you're pissed.

You glare at each and every one of them before you drain them of their power, still leaving them with their life.

You absorb every ounce of their magic, strengthening your own.

You grin as you close your eyes and inhale deeply, loving the sweet energy coursing through your veins.

You open your glowing crimson eyes, "Now, which witch killed my baby? She's not here, so you're going to tell me who and where she is."

They refuse to talk, making you roll your eyes, but you get an idea as Wanda walks into the room.

You bring her into the air as well, her confused face not even making you hesitate before you completely drain her of her magic.

You sigh when the witches still don't talk, so you set a fire under Wanda, slowly letting it spread up her body as her screams echo around the room.

Tony, Natasha, Steve, Bucky, Thor, Clint, Sam, and Rhodey run into the room, eyes widening in horror as they see Wanda dying right in front of their eyes.

You let the flames devour her until she's burned to a crisp.

You turn back to the witches with a cocked brow, "Feel like talking now?"

One of them gulps with a frantic nod, "Her name is Azara."

You narrow your eyes, "Too many a's."