Domestic Avengers

Naturals (prt 1)

A/N: this won't necessarily follow the previous storyline, Peter, Thor, and Loki won't be in this one but Clint, Tony, Vision, Wanda, Steve, Nat, Sam, and Bucky will* *also this will be split into two parts so I can give y'all the intro and then the action part*

Fury called a meeting around eight AM. Nobody expected the call but they all went to the conference room all the same. Sam and Vision noticed a mutual...discontentment within their spouses. Both knew when Fury said where the mission would be.

Bucky's POV
I had been up all night with nightmares. This one HYDRA base scene playing over and over and over and over and over in my head.

All. Night.

Fragmented memories of broken bleeding lines all over my bare body. Jagged cuts and even more wounds, most from weapons the HYDRA agents needed a special kind of creativity to create and use.

The headache came on strong and my facade went up immediately. Like instinct and second nature I gave Sam a fake smile that morning, but I think he knew the grin didn't reach my aching eyes.

The Angry Pirate, sorry, Director Fury called us to a meeting for a mission. Part of me hoped it was just some random villain, violence was not the answer it was a question in these bad days for me, the answer was yes. I needed something to release my anger.

My hands shook during the meeting, I put my gloved flesh hand on the table. Clenching and unclenching. Clench, then unclench, I could feel every muscle and tendon tensing and releasing giving me some form of reality to stay connected to. I needed something so I didn't disassociate, any human touch might set me off. I love Sam that he knew, and kept his distance.

I didn't want to hurt him.

My brain only zoned in when I heard which base.

"-you'll be destroying an active HYDRA base on the edge of the Italian Alps-" the Director's words echoed in my skull.

My breath hitched.

It wasn't just any base.

It was that base.

The one from my nightmares.

Wanda's POV
It started as a sharp ache in my rib cage. Coating my heart and eventually dripping like syrup into my diaphragm.

I hadn't used my magic in weeks now. I was afraid to even conjure the crimson wisps. The last destruction it had created left a rift between Tony and Steve.

I didn't want to hurt anyone.

Then the ache became a throb. My torso, chest, and everything else over my body either had sharp pin pricks or dull aches.

Fury called the meeting and I was just trying to walk. Vis knew something was off, but I didn't want to worry him, and I didn't have the energy to explain.

"-HYDRA base in the Italian Alps-" I felt a hardened rage drop like a stone into my stomach. My magic nearly lept from my hands, emotions fueled the scarlet curse more than anything.

That place.

That place.

That disgusting place where they tried to keep Pietro and I. Originally they experimented on us in Sokovia, but the one in the Alps was better running. Had more resources to spare.

We were transported there. That's where I got my first bitter taste of torture.

I bounced my knee, clenched my fists until it made tiny crescent cuts in my palms. I tried to calm my breathing. In and out. In and out. Inand out. In andout. Inandout. Inandoutinandoutin-

A small voice whispered from the back of my throbbing mind. It's tone so familiar and I knew it was the raspy melody of the girl that died at the HYDRA base. Wanda Maximoff. Destroy it. Burn it. Make them feel the pain you had to endure.

"-Leaving in 30 minutes-" Fury's voice was in and out of my head but I didn't care.

I would burn and rip this base to shreds.

I just needed my friends to stay out of my way

*time skip brought to you by the speed of Rocket stealing Bucky's arm (one day *cackles*)to after they've geared up and everything so now they're in the jet*

Bucky was on one side of the jet. All the Avengers left almost a buffer between themselves and the angry soldier. The ex-assassin was practically vibrating with pent up anger. His anger was cold, like the ice he was familiar with, Sam stayed away because Sam knew if he asked Bucky about it Bucky would freeze him out. And Bucky's cold words would cut deeper than any feigned fiery anger, no, Bucky's cold rage cut to the bone. Bucky icy abhor seemed to prick every scar and wound he had from the Handlers. For once in his long long life, Bucky actually wanted revenge.

Every Avenger knew something was wrong, but none of them had the courage to ask him anything. Even Nat wasn't bothering him.

Wanda was directly on the other side of the jet. She had more of a livid aura than Bucky's cold rage. Wanda's was like a storm, brewing and simmering to a dangerous point. When it struck, like lightning her power would explode anything she touched and she knew it. But her tight leash could only keep the magic at bay for so long. Something some old witch had told her stuck with her one day, every magic user has their magic like a dam, the cracks and moments of emotion are when it gets out.

Wanda couldn't help but think something almost funny; what about the people like Fort Knox? With their emotions built beyond fortified steel and dams like safes.

But she knew the answer, she knew the answer was that she would drown in her magic if she didn't let go soon. But Wanda didn't want to drown, she hadn't to drown the people who gave her this curse. This was the first time she could use this magic in a trade, they gave her this power so they would get to see the carnage of her power. Her "gift" they'd called it.

Vision and Sam were politely sitting together, the two boyfriends silently staring at each other debating on interfering with this madness. They were united to a cause; their separately raging soulmates.

"Three minutes to touchdown, be ready to go." Clint chimed over the intercoms.

Bucky and Wanda both were the first to the jet's door. Everybody gave them space, even Steve hesitantly started their plan.

"Alright this is a infiltration mission. Bucky and Sam you guys will be on taking out the guards. Wanda and Vision you'll be in charge of rescuing any captives. Clint, Nat, you guys are on sniper duty, make sure to watch everybody you can see in case. Tony and I will be setting the bombs to blow the place when everybody is out. Alright, everybody ready?"

Everyone nodded accordingly, nobody even made an witty comments. Bucky and Wanda's nods were solemn, he'd kept his head while she stared at Vision, something deadly swirled in her eyes but he knew what she would do. And Vision knew he needed to watch her to make sure the others were out of the way.

"Alright. Avengers, assemble."

The jet's door opened slowly, the wind whipped around them when the team stepped out. It was lightly snowing, snowflakes fell gently and light as petals.

To Bucky, each snowflake was another reminder. To Bucky, the snowflakes seemed to land on every scar under his uniform. Every mark these HYDRA scientists and Handlers made. And Bucky could remember every little thing. Every. Little. Thing.

Bucky had vengeance on his mind, pure primal rage in ribcage, and a piercing ringing in his mind. He would cut every Handler down. He would tear them apart. He would show them what he became.

To Wanda, each snowflake was another crack in the dam. To Wanda, the snowflakes were more weight pulling her mortal side down, and waiting to let her uncontrollable magic break free.

But oh no, she wouldn't just break free. She'd let the dam burst and surge from her entirely. She'd flood the HYDRA agents all the way through.