Frail heart

Missing pieces

Chapter twelve

Holding cell, Avengers tower

"Alright, I want squad three and four at all entrances and exits, don't let anybody in or our of the building. Understand?"

"Understood."

"Good. Go."

Orders were being yelled left and right as shield soldiers littered the building. T'Challa had deemed you enough of a threat that you were worth over thirty soldiers ensuring you were well guarded.

The Avengers had been told to wait in the living area while they transported you down to the holding cells, being told it was a safety protocol after Steve had questioned them a million times. The team were apprehensive to be seeing you again, all for Steve who had been seeing you for a while now.

Sam felt comfortable enough also, but he still had a sliver of nerves in him.

"This is all a little overkill, don't you think?", Sam had leaned over to ask Steve.

"Don't I know it."

Steve had been weary of the protocols being taken, he didn't want you to feel overwhelmed and the last thing he needed was for you to get angry at anyone. He had tried to lessen the number of guards, but his efforts were futile.

The team, and the twins, had all watched through the living room windows as the shield trucks drove through the front gates, one larger truck jammed in the middle of them all. Steve had shook his head and walked away from the window, it all seemed so unnecessary.

Sam couldn't help the smirk on his lips when the lights began to flicker, signalling your arrival. The twins looked to him in confusion, feeling extremely out of the loop and he shrugged, "It's kind of his thing."

Wanda had felt something shift after that, she couldn't quite describe it, but it was powerful. A lurking feeling in her, familiar and foreign all at once.

She clutched her brother's arm, and he held her close figuring she was just nervous. She didn't have time to dwell on it any further as the lights in the room completely went out.

She was puzzled as to why no one was doing anything, she thought at least Steve would react, but he didn't. He just stood there, eerily quiet.

The room was silent for a few moments, but then the lights slowly returned to their normal brightness; a figure standing before the team.

Steve stepped forward, nodding at you, "You okay, kid?"

You hadn't answered, your eyes searching the room for something. He tilted his head in confusion, moving to ask you what was wrong, but then your eyes landed on something. He followed your gaze and found the person you were looking at.

"She's with us.", he assured, but it didn't seem to faze you.

You watched the girl carefully, not with fear, but with interest. It was like your eyes had been drawn to her by some invisible force. There was something you recognised in her, an energy shared between you that you couldn't quite explain.

Your hand slowly lifted to touch your chest; you could feel this... thrumming within you. Her eyes tracked your movements.

You watched as she tilted her head at you, eyes flashing a beautiful red, but then it dimmed, and she frowned.

"Y/N?"

You pulled your eyes from her at Steve's call for you, and he raised his eyebrows when you met his gaze, "Are you okay?"

You nodded slowly, "Yes. Why am I here?"

As Steve explained the purpose of your travels, Wanda had leaned over to whisper in Pietro's ear, "I can't read him."