Living With The Avengers

Chapter 2: Who are you?

Kassandra
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Make all of it stop.

My head feels like it's been scrambled around then trying to get it pieced back together while some of the pieces are still missing.

There's so many dead end memories. None of them are piecing together. Who was that man that I killed? Why did I do it? I wish I could just disappear and forget about this. Or better yet, put me in prison I deserve to rot and be tortured.

I have such a headache. Mainly from the mess called my mind but the pain doesn't help it at all. The sound of a door opening makes me snap my eyes towards it and I'm met with a darker man walking towards me with an eye patch.

He looks angry. Pissed is more like the word I should be using. He sits down in a chair outside my cell and starts talking. "Why did you break into my facility? You killed more than half of my men just to what, lose to the Avengers?" He said trying to get a reaction out of me.

"I...I don't know.." I said truthfully. He just seemed to get more pissed off at that response. "What do you mean you don't know? You killed hundreds of people! Most of them had families!" He yelled.

Please just stop..

I felt my jaw clenched as I bit back a response. He was mad, and rightfully so. I was a monster. A murderer. And now I have to live with it. Even though I took a vow of silence, he on the other hand did the opposite and continued to yell at me.

"You're a monster." He spat. "Nothing more than that." He said in a lower voice, scoffing before standing up from his chair walking away from me. He took a few steps before he stops, as I watch at him, my eyes seemingly emotionless on the outside.

"You deserve to rot in a prison cell for the rest of your life." He said in an angry tone while walking away leaving me to deal with my mind.

As soon as he left, I let out a shaky breath as I tightly shut my eyes trying to calm myself down. My head was reeling from all these memories and flashbacks I was having, and the harsh words didn't help.

Truthfully, I did feel terrible. But I didn't even know about doing any of that. All I remember, like actually remember, is getting...drug to some sort of chair. Then nothing...

Nothing but that and the random memories I still didn't understand. Besides the mental pain, I was weak. I could feel it. My body was aching and I felt tired. Exhausted.

I couldn't bring myself to move. Just then I heard the door open again and I opened my eyes and quickly tried to make it seem as though I wasn't weak.

I saw it was a younger woman with longer red hair. As she came closer, I could see the little darker spots under her eyes as though she hasn't been sleeping well. She had a small, kind looking smile. A big step up from what the previous man had.

"Hey. I'm Wanda. Do you remember me? We met yesterday." She said.

I tried to recall the memory of meeting her, but everything was so scattered and I couldn't remember her. I remember there was fighting, and then red mist. Then it gets all confusing and jumbled.

I shake my head no and look across at her. "There..was fighting. Then a red mist.." I said quietly trying to think of what happened after but nothing came to mind. "I don't know..that's all I can remember." I whispered out shutting my eyes trying to ease the pain in my head.

"That's alright." She kindly said. "Do you know where you are?" She asks.

I look around, and shake my head no and look back to her. "No. I know I'm in a cell but I don't know where or why." I answer her.

She paused before asking me another question. "What do you remember?" She says. I sigh looking away as I recall everything else I could.

"I remember fighting..then the red mist..." I say before looking back to her. "Then there was a child. Playing with his parents..and a young girl by herself."

She seems to listen to me, waiting to hear the rest. "Then someone was yelling. And..and the girl got thrown." I say to her. "There was a guy..and-and screams.." I stopped when I felt my eyes start to well up a little as the memory seemed to just get cut off right there.

My head ached and the feeling of a migraine was setting in strong now. "Then it all stops...I'm sorry." I say as I lean back against the chair I was strapped in.

She gave me a small smile as she stood up. "That's fine." She then exits the room, leaving me alone again. Just me, in a cell, in a chair that was restraining my arms and legs. I leaned my head back in the chair and closed my eyes as the lights were hurting them.

Wanda
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I could tell she wasn't lying. And I didn't even have to read her mind to know. I honestly felt bad for her. I mean, she doesn't even remember what happened yesterday.

When I walked out of the cell, the others were waiting for me on the other side. The first one to ask me something was, of course, Tony. The blabbermouth never keeps his mouth shut.

"So what's the news witchy?" He asked munching on a bag of grapes.

"She's not lying. I don't know what exactly happened, but her mind has been fried." I say looking at her through the cameras. "She doesn't even know who she is Tony." I tell him as I feel Nat place a hand on my shoulder.

"She's a murder." Nick said looking out the tower window. That man was always doing that. So mysterious.

"So am I. Yet here I am, practically an Avenger. And I was never mind controlled." I argue. "She didn't have a choice. I did! We all did!" I told him getting upset.

At this, everyone was quiet. They knew I was right. I mean, I know for a fact Nat had done a lot of stuff before she worked for SHIELD. And Steve? I mean, he was in World War 2...

"All I'm saying is give her a chance. We can keep her safe, and maybe she can help us in the long run." I say to Fury as he turns around and looks at the camera.

"I've gotta say, she's right on this. We've all done our fair share of bad stuff, but we got second chances. Give her one." Steve says to Fury, backing me up.

"Besides I will hand it to her, she's got some pretty kick ass powers." Tony butts in. "They could be extremely useful." He says.

After a minute of tensely awkward silence, Fury finally speaks. "Fine. But she has to stay here in the tower. Under supervision. Until she can prove she is a good asset. If not, she's going to the raft." He says before storming out of the room.

I just hope she's not too far gone...