Capability - Wanda Maximoff

↠ CHAPTER ONE ↞

CHAPTER ONE

235 hours after the explosion (23.04.2016) / Location continues to be unknown

P.o.V. Wanda:

My head is pounding badly, and I need a few seconds until I'm able to open my eyes again.
I have no idea how much time has passed since I passed out, because of the sound. I'm at least trying to orientate myself in the room. First thing I notice that I'm still in the same room as before or better, it looks just like the same room as before at least. Except for the fact that now there is a bed, a table, and a chair in here.
I'm trying to lift up my body, but I can't. I'm not strong enough to stand up. I can feel every muscle in my body, but I'm not the one in charge over them.
I can feel every muscle and every muscle hurts. My arms are weak, my legs feel like they were made from jelly. My chest is pounding, and I can't slow down my heartbeat. My breathing is getting out of control. My head hurts, like someone would take Thor's hammer and smash it against my head constantly. My hips feel like concrete. My feet and hands are burning. I'm a total mess.
I close my eyes again, trying to focus on my breathing. If a can slow down my breathing, my heartbeat will calm down and maybe with less adrenalin I'm able to sit up.
It takes a few minutes, I guess. A few deep breathes, but I'm slowly getting back the control over my own body. My arms and legs are listening to me again. For a short moment, when I had woken up, I thought I was paralyzed.
First it's only small movements, but it's getting better by every try at least. I'm finally able to sit up again, but I'm completely out of breath. What have they done? I just sit on the ground for a moment before I try to stand up. I had to try multiple time and failed. Hitting the ground hurts more and more every time, I try. After a few fails, I'm finally on my feet. I am tumbling, but somehow, I managed to get over to the bed.
I sit or more likely fall on the bed. I'm completely out of breath from these few inches. I'm scared, I'm feared, and I feel used. I'm trying to breath slowly to calm myself down a bit. But I can already feel the water fill my eyes. I'm afraid to cry, because I do not know if I might dehydrate or if I will be able to stop crying ever again. The first hot tears running down my cold skin. I didn't notice before, but it's almost freezing in here. I start shivering.

Suddenly I notice some water and something to eat on the table. I'm surprised, can this be real. Do they really give me food and water? Is it poised? Will I die if I drink or eat it? Will I die if I don't at least try? Do I have another option than dying right now?
I reached over to the bottle of water. I'm parching. I need the water more that I fear the possibility of getting poisoned.
My throat hurts. I did not know when the last time was I'd drank something. I need to slow down. I can't drink much, it's hurting. But the few sips of water feel like heaven. It's such a release to drink something.
I breath in, breath out deeply. My heartbeat is slowing down, finally. I'm coming down, but the leak of adrenaline doesn't help. I feel exhausted, without even doing anything. My body hurts differently and all I want to do is crying again. I miss everyone, I miss Natasha, Pietro, Vision, and I even miss Tony too. I lay down on the bed and close my eyes for a few moments.
I can't sleep, but the rest feels good. I needed it. I open my eyes again and look at my arms. My wrist looks like, they were strapped, because I can see the pressure marks from the ropes on my skin. My fingers are fine. I can see my shoulders, but when I touch them, I can feel the bruises, because several spots' hurts. My feet hurt, but they don't have any marks on the, only my ankles look the same as my wrists.
I take a deep breath. To check the rest of my body I need to take of my clothes. I'm not sure if I want that. I'm not sure if they have cameras in here. I bet they have. But they must have seen me naked because I don't wear my own clothes anymore. I wear a loose white shirt and a loose pair of sweatpants. I lift the shirt over my head. I look down. My breasts and stomach are covered in scratches and bruises. Nothing bloody, luckily. I touch my back and I can feel scratches there too, some deeper, some are barely noticeable. I put my shirt back on, crying. What have they done?
I roll up the legs of the sweatpants I'm wearing, because I do not want to take them fully of. My legs are bruised too, and a bit burned. Nothing is really critical or to worry about, that I'm about to die, but it isn't good either. Because something is different. I don't know what it is, but I can feel that it is different. It feels like something inside of me is dead. Something is broken but not actually. My brain is hiding some memory from me, and I do not want to know if I want to have these memories back or not. Somewhere deep down, I know what they did, but I do not want to think about it. I do not want to remember. I feel used, hurt and broken on the inside.