𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐬

23) Mirrors

Loki stood in the main room as he waited for Wanda to return. He didn't like waiting. He didn't like being patient. Sometimes he knew Wanda took longer on certain missions, and this time she'd be going against a team of superheroes.

He didn't feel comfortable with this mission, but Thanos wouldn't allow him to leave and assist her.

He wanted to make some contact with her, perhaps telepathically, but Thanos was also in the connection so he couldn't do so without getting caught.

He just hoped Wanda got back in one piece. He was sure these Avengers remembered her, and if her brother was still around then she wouldn't die, but if she made a wrong move she could get captured, these Avengers seemed to enjoy locking people up.

He couldn't know now. He would just have to wait.

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Wanda's eyes shot open and she gasped. She'd woken herself up from the mind control while she was awake, but never while she was asleep.

Her head hurt a lot, and her first thought was that she was locked up in one of the torture rooms that's Thanos kept them in.

Magic sprayed from out of her body. She refused to be locked up again. The binds on her arms ripped off with ease, and she was a touch shocked to not feel the collar that could've shocked her. The magic that flew out of her, hit something and flew back at her.

She covered her face on instinct and after the different energy blasts flew around for a minute, none hitting her thankfully, they all vanished.

She sat up and her eyes scanned the room.

She could see the Avengers around her, but their figures were disassembled. She felt like she was looking through a broken mirror, but she couldn't see herself in it.

She turned around, looking to see if there actually was a mirror and the Avengers were behind her, but no. Just a regular wall with the same mirror cracks running along it.

"Pietro!?"

She turned back around and looked around till she found her brother. He was standing next to Natasha. Natasha had a bruise on her head. Wanda didn't know if she did that, or if a previous mission had done it for her.

She walked towards them, but none of them seemed to notice her. She reached her hand out of Pietro, wondering if she had somehow died, for she didn't remember what had happened since yesterday night. As she made contact with the broken mirror frames, her hand passed through it as if it were water, and she could no longer see the hand.

She cocked her head to the side, confused, then she forced herself through the water mirror, telling herself that she wouldn't be trapped. She climbed through, hearing small gasps from the Avengers. When her body readjusted, she popped her neck, feeling quite stiff.

She looked at the group, who were all pointing weapons of sorts at her, thinking she would attack.

She didn't blame them for thinking this.

She recognized most, but not all of them. Natasha, Pietro, Clint, Tony, and Steve were there. But there was also a man with an odd cloak that seemed to have a mind of it's own. Out of the group, that man looked the most beat up. There was also a man with a metal arm and one with a pack on his back. Wanda couldn't tell what was in the pack, but it looked like something that would unfold, so her guess was some type of wings or something that would shoot things to the side of him.

"I thought you said it would hold her?" The man with the pack asked.

"It usually does." The man with the cloak replied.