𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐬

9) Trapped Again

Wanda awoke, her vision blurring into focus.

She didn't feel tied up, but something wasn't right. She rubbed her eyes and took a shaky breath. Her neck stung, and she gritted her teeth as her hand brushed up against where the needle had hit her.

"Look who's finally awake."

Wanda turned her eyes, wincing at the neck pain, then her eyes found Natasha. She didn't reply and her eyes scanned the room she was in.

A glass container in a cylinder shape surrounded her, and outside of her, next to Natasha was a control panel thing.

"Where am I now? You can't keep me here." Wanda said, standing up.

There was a bench covering the wall of half of the circle, so Wanda was able to walk towards where Natasha was.

"We know, that's why we have precautions. You're in a trigger activated cell. Use any magic, make any sort of attack towards the glass, various things could occur. Or, if it doesn't work, we have this lovely arrangement." Natasha spoke, staring up at the witch after she gestured to the control panel.

The cell was on a lift, so even though Wanda was shorter than Natasha, now she was almost a foot taller.

"Please, enlighten me." Wanda replied.

"If you insist. We have very sharp arrows, tasers set up everywhere. Oh! And my personal favorite is poisonous gas. Won't kill you unless you inhale too much of it." Natasha smirked.

"Why am I here? Why not go ahead and kill me if you're already threatening to?"

"We're not killers, Maximoff. But you are. We tried to give you a chance to stay, even join the team but instead you turned on us. Now you're facing the consequences."

Wanda gave an internal sigh and she went over and sat back down on the bench.

She'd made the wrong choice. Loki didn't care about her apparently. He could've saved her before the Avengers took her here. Instead he probably ran off to save himself. She felt like an idiot.

"Food will be brought to you when evening comes." Natasha said before leaving the room.

She walked out through two double doors. Wanda watched her leave and she looked around, seeing multiple more soldiers standing guard around the room.

She leaned her head against the glass, careful not to make it seem violent so that the cell wouldn't attack her. She grumbled a few things under her breath then she laid down on the bench, staring up at the white ceiling.

Pietro probably hated her too.

He didn't realize that everything she was doing was to make up for not being with him. Men were so very frustrating.

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Pietro sat in the main room for the Avengers. It had been about 4 hours since Loki's attack and nothing sat right with him.

For one, his bones felt stiff even after he did a few hundred laps in one of the training rooms. He didn't feel slow, just stiff. And, to add to the uncomfortable feeling, Fury told him he wasn't allowed to visit Wanda in her cell until after he'd had a word with her.

Clint was sitting on the couch next to Pietro, his legs propped up on the table in the middle of the room. He hadn't been through the same stuff Steve or Nat had. He didn't even have an encounter with Wanda or Loki.

Thor hadn't showed up since he flew off weeks ago to find Loki, so the five could only assume that some other superhero quest took him away.

Steve was getting looked at by one of the medics. He'd broken his collarbone thanks to the blow he received from Wanda, but with his super soldier serum, they believed he'd be well in just a couple of days, perhaps only one.