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Chapter 4: On The Move

"What are you talking about?" I said, frustrated. "If you don't know, why does everyone want to kill me?"

"Crimson, the country is in a Civil War. Wanda and Pietro are going around the country possessing people and making best friends, coworkers, even spouses go against each other." Nick Fury walked in the room confidently, but almost threateningly. "We don't know their motive, but I think you might."

"You know they hate Stark." I said bluntly.

"Oh, Stark is way out of the picture. He is the main reason for this war. He was the first to be possessed, along with Banner. They're attempting to convince the world to reform, that submitting to Wanda's magic is the way to solve the world's problems."

"That's stupid. Why would anyone believe that?" I cried loudly, "This whole thing is stupid. How am I supposed to believe any of this? And why would I know how to stop it?"

"We'd never really looked into the twins." Steve said calmly, almost ignoring me. "And we didn't even think they were a threat until they almost killed us. But when we woke up, there were no records of them left. We know little to nothing about them-"

"I still don't understand what this has to do with me."

"But you do." Steve finished.

"Agent Strong, so far, you're the only person who has the ability to withstand Wanda's magic." Fury said, "And we'd like to find out why."

"What exactly do you want to know?" I said suspiciously, narrowing my eyes.

***

I regretted wearing the heels the moment I had to run in them. I knew 10 year olds shouldn't be wearing heels. "I tried to tell you, Mama." I thought to myself while standing there, frozen in fright on the top floor.

"Go! They're coming!" Someone yelled at me in Russian. I nodded, panicked, not even sure who had said it. But I knew they were right. With H.Y.D.R.A. on our tails, I needed to get out of there. But I had to find my mother and father first.

"Mama?! Papa?!" I cried at the top of my lungs, ignoring the smoke that swarmed my lungs and choked me. The supposed dinner party was no longer a dinner party. It was a murder-fear. I had a coughing fit before I yelled again, "Mama?" I coughed, "Papa?!"

I knew someone was calling me. My name. I turned around, but it wasn't my parents.

"Get down!" Wanda hissed in my ear in Russian as she shoved me into the sooty, hot ground. "Hurry!"

"Where's your brother?" I asked, still not sure on what was going on.

She said nothing, like she didn't hear me, but I know she did. "Wanda." I said, "Where is Pietro?"

"He is dead." Wanda replied in hushed tone, her voice cracking with emotion, "Or he soon will be."

My eyes widened in fear. Wanda and I were crouched behind my family's living room chair in fear. Footsteps and loud yelling clanked throughout the house. I heard screams and lots of crashes as the fire tore down the house I had lived the last, and first, 10 years of my life in. Wanda hugged me tightly in fear as people dressed in gas masks and baggy protective suits walked in.

"Where's the girl?" One of the said, his face obviously masked by the way his voice sounded.

"The sister of the boy?"

"Yes." The first man replied kicking over some furniture. "Find her."

"But what if she has already escaped?"

"Stark's given his orders. We look for her until we are dead." He spoke English this time, a language I wasn't completely unfamiliar with, but I wasn't fluent, for sure. I could barely make this out. I started to cry.

"Shush, Crimson." Wanda whispered, just as the chair that hid us was violently pushed away, revealing our location.

The man yelled something I couldn't understand, the fire was too loud and the smoke clogged my senses. I could feel the life draining out of me, physically and emotionally as the man walked toward us. Wanda started to scream, and I held onto her tightly.

"You can't take her!" I protested weakly.

"I am doing this. Don't fight me." He said in Russian. His accent made me wonder if those were the only words he knew of Russian.

I started to cry. Where were my parents? Their images flashed through my mind painfully. I didn't dare think they were dead. The man grabbed Wanda, and I began screaming, pulling her back toward me. Wanda punched and kicked the man, but he seemed unfazed. I tightened my grip on Wanda's arm.

"You want to come too?" I heard in English, "You will die either way."

That was the last thing I remembered before I woke up in the lab.

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-Emily