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Chapter 2: Alone

I'd been lying in my own blood for hours. Of course, I couldn't be sure it was mine, I was surrounded by the corpses of at least a hundred people who weren't as lucky as me. I felt anger well up in my chest as I felt my shoulder throb in pain. I didn't remember much about last night, but I do remember his face. The one who killed everything I love, who had smiled at me so many times and now was about to kill me.

Pietro.

His name was like I'd been stabbed all over again. I guess Wanda was in on it too, but it wasn't the same. I didn't know her like I knew Pietro. Why can't he see Mr. Stark like I saw him? I sucked in an angry breath, but felt it shatter as my chest flared in pain and I ended up wincing.

I couldn't move. I could only pray the Maximoff twins hadn't thought to take my cell phone away, the only way I could be tracked and hopefully rescued. I could barely breathe without a shot of pain exploding throughout my right side of my torso. I cursed to myself.

I knew I wanted, and needed, to think about Wanda and Pietro and what we had done to each other, but I couldn't bring myself to make the effort, not with pain and anxiety making me want to just die and forget being rescued by S.H.I.E.L.D. Common sense told me I was being stupid to even want to go over it in my mind. Did I want to make myself hurt all over again? I felt like a traitor.

A ding went off in my right ear and I had a sharp, but slightly wobbly intake of breath before I realized it was my comm. "Strong?" Steve. "Mission report?"

There was no way I reach my comm to turn it on and reply. "Strong, is something wrong?"

There was a fuzzy conversation in the background. "Are you there?" Captain Rogers repeated. "We are tracking you now and bringing assistance, if you can hear this." He sounded so uptight and rigid as he spoke. "Stay where you are." He ordered.

"I'm not going anywhere." I muttered to myself ungratefully, wincing a little bit. My back was beginning to ache from not moving from one place for so long, and my shoulder throbbed with more pain every minute it didn't receive medical treatment. On the bright side, I wasn't dead. Just betrayed, confused, badly hurt, devastated, and possibly about to die alone, depending on whether or not I had a tracker on me, which I had no idea if I did or not.

"Just shoot me now." I muttered spitefully. Blood soaked my clothes, and lying with a bunch of dead people was not improving my mood.

"Sorry, cupcake, but shooting you wasn't in the orders." Stark. I smiled a little, even though the gesture took a lot of effort.

I was tempted to reply with a sarcastic insult, but I decided against it. It wasn't worth the effort to move. A team of at least four people, talking to themselves incessantly in medical terms gently lifted me onto a soft surface I assume was a kind of stretcher of some sort. I screamed loudly when one of them touched my shoulder. It was like someone had jabbed a million volts of electricity into one spot of my body. I heard someone say something apologetically, but sorry didn't numb the pain. Whimpering to myself, all I could hear was the buzzing of my ears and I didn't have the strength to open my eyes. I was aware I was drifting off as it began to happen. It wasn't long before I was out of it completely, but at least I knew I was safe.

So what do you guys think? I haven't written a fanfic in a long time... But lately I've really been dying to write, and I'm currently obsessed with Pietro and Wanda because they have like, can I just say, the best powers ever...? Scarlet Witch is freakin amazing. Please vote if you liked it... Or hated it... Or thought it was okay... You should just vote anyway. Comment your favorite quote from a Marvel movie.

-Emily <3