“You have a microchip located at the base of your skull,” Stark says.
I stare at him, blinking a few times in quick succession. “How do you know that?” I ask tensely.
“Body scan,” he replies simply. “What’s it used for?”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t the one who put it there,” I snap defensively.
“I was hoping for an easy answer,” he groans, running a hand down his face. He lets out a sigh and pulls a tablet-like device from his pocket. The only thing making this one unique is the fact that the screen is holographic. “Are you aware that the microchip is affecting your amygdala?” he asks, glancing up from his screen.
I frown slightly and start twisting my wristlet, still unnerved at its temperature. “I was not,” I say slowly.
“I was wondering if I could try removing it.”
“No!” I say sharply.
Both Stark and Rogers seem shocked at my outburst. “Why not?” Rogers asks, stepping closer.
“You don’t understand what else it’s doing,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. I involuntarily place my hand on the back of my neck.
“What else is it doing?” Stark asks, his eyes glowing with curiosity.
“Like I’d tell you,” I scoff, turning to walk away from the glass.
“Look. We’re just trying to help you,” Rogers says.
“You keep telling yourself that,” I respond, aimlessly pacing around my cold, dull, cell. “Why do you want to help me?” I ask, turning to face the glass again.
“I have a feeling you need it,” Rogers replies.
I want to tell him he’s wrong, desperately, but the truth is, I do want help. Maybe I even need help. My hands clench into fists against my side and I let out a frustrated breath. “You don’t understand how much damage you’ll do if you take the microchip out,” I say, walking back over to the glass wall.
“Damage to you?” Stark asks, his interest sparking again.
“Not necessarily,” I respond hesitantly.
“Can you get Maximoff down here?” Stark asks, turning to Rogers.
“Why?” Rogers asks, looking skeptical.
“Trust me on this,” Stark replies.
Rogers stares at him for a long moment before turning away, walking out of my range of sight. “Who’s this Maximoff person?” I ask, turning my gaze back to Stark. I roll my eyes when he ignores me, doing something on his screen. “I asked you a question,” I snap.
“I know. I’m ignoring it,” he replies, still looking down at his screen.
“Where are we?” I ask after a few minutes of silence.
“Underground,” he says simply, still not looking up from his screen.
“So a basement?” I ask, giving him a confused frown.
“No. A high-security underground holding cell,” he says, glancing up at me.
“Is this the only cell down here?”
“So many questions,” he complains. “And no. There are three.”
I hear a door thud shut and two pairs of feet echo quietly, coming closer to my cell. My eyes instinctively gravitate over to where the footsteps are coming from and I watch as Rogers and, a bit shocking to me, a red-head, come into view.
“I’m not sure why you want me down here,” the redhead murmurs, an accent in her voice.
“Ms. Brantley, this is Wanda Maximoff,” Stark says, completely ignoring the woman’s comment.
“Wanda Maximoff?” I murmur, more to myself. “The one with the flashy red magic?” I ask, turning my gaze to her.
“You know about me?” she asks.
“Why wouldn’t I?” I counter evenly.
“I want you to look in her head,” Stark says, watching me.
“Pardon?” I exclaim. “You can’t just have her do that,” I snap.
“Stark. I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Rogers murmurs.
“Well, I do!” Stark snaps.
“Are you not going to ask if I want to do that?” Maximoff asks, her voice steely.
Stark pauses and stares at her for a moment. “Can you please look in her head?” he asks, his tone a bit mocking.
“Not unless she agrees to it,” Maximoff says steadily, holding his gaze.
Now, Stark turns to face me again. His eyebrows raise in question. “Will you let her look in your head?” he asks.
“No,” I snapped.
“Why not?” Stark snaps back, progressively getting more and more irritated.
I give him a disbelieving look. “You think I’d willingly let someone go through my thoughts?”
“We’re trying to help you!” he exclaims.
“Then why am I in a cell?” I question, crossing my arms.
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I'm sorry there's so much dialogue. There'll be more action soon, I promise! Again, sorry there's so much talking :/
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