W A N D A x N A T A S H A - R E D

37. Tears of anger

I feel the coldness of the floor stinging in my legs and back. I can't remember for how long I'm in this cell. It could be a day, two or maybe three. I have no clue if it's day or night. I have no idea where everybody is. I have no food, only a bottle of water that somebody placed in the corner of this stuffy, but ice-cold room. The penetrating chemical smell within it is burning my nose from the inside.

I wear a black overall that must be three sizes to big for me. The fabric is thin, but I still sweat despite the cold air. The attempts I did to use my magic is making me desperate. My eyes won't even glow up.

My gaze is emotionless, my head feels empty.

There is nothing here. I can only stare at the grey walls, and the empty cells before me. There is nobody here. Only me, and my endless hopeless thoughts. This infinite nothingness is breaking me up from the inside.

I can't remember how I ended up here. My eyes opened, and I lay here.
And I hate myself for it. How could I let this happen? After Quinn bringing me in the small cell that night.. why didn't I do anything? Why didn't I rip her head from her body?
It's not that I wasn't capable of killing her with my magic after I left that cell, after I saw her the day after.

But her threats. It did something with me.

Lilly.

Natasha would hate me if she knew what I did.

Natasha.. The stinging pain in my stomach is getting worse every time I think about her. I'm afraid she isn't safe. Afraid Quinn did something with her. The tears I let go left a dry feeling on the skin of my cheeks. My eyes sting, my head hurts.

A creaking door is making me stand up immediately.

Somebody is entering the place.

I push my forehead against the glass, before me the same cells. They look like mine, with the same thick glass, the same depressing walls.
I inspected them for hours. I could draw them detailed, even blindfolded.

My eyes look hopeful the moment I see two bodies entering the room of cells.

But I clench my fists of anger the moment I see who's standing there.

Clint.

An employee of the APS is holding his wrists who are tied up against his back. He says something, but I can't hear it. I can't hear anything. And it's frustrating me. Making me mad.

I bang against the glass.

Clint looks up. His forehead furrows, his eyes look confused at me. And than I see Quinn walking in the room.

She talks to him. I see her lips move, I see how Clint respons to her. His face expression is angry, as if he's about to scream.
The employee still holds him while Quinn opens one of the cells by raising just one finger.

I place my hands on the cold glass. My gaze is concentrated on how they put them in the cell. It goes without any violence, as if Quinn took over Clint's body.

My hands beat angry on the glass when they put Sam next to him.
When Steve walks into the cell, while Quinn's watching him, tears of anger stream down my face. I see the desperate face of Bruce, his eyes look traumatized while he stares at Quinn closing the doors of glass before him.
I see how Tony raises his voice, but with one snap Quinn puts him to sleep. The man in the green suit lifts him and put him in his cell.

Than Quinn turns around. The smirk on her face makes my body tremble of anger. It makes me fantasize about every way I would kill her.