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

49. Safe with us

POV Wanda

I try to stand up, but finding balance seems impossible. I stumble towards Otis. I cough a couple of times to make the suffocating feeling around my throat leave, but it isn't t working. My head pounds and my sight is blurry.

I hear the door smashing open. Suddenly an alarm goes off.

The familiair sound of panic.

Guards are filling the room. I squeeze my eyes and open my hands. Relieved by the magic that comes through my fingers I fire.

I look at Otis, who still let his dark magic flow to keep Loki where he needs to be. The sight of it is strange. Loki's body floats above this black cloud coming out of the hands of a 10 year old. I can't see any expression in Otis' eyes because of the black color it covers, but the frown above his brows are making clear he is concentrating.

I look behind me, my eyes are searching for Natasha but I can't find her. Guards are around me, and I try my best to fight them, but there are a lot of them and I feel how my body hurts and how my head's dizzy.

I sigh in relief when I see Yelena kicking one of the guards next to me. 'Where's Natasha?' I ask her while I take down three guards with just one hand gesture.

'I can't find her.' I hear Maria say who fights a guard who just comes into the room. I'm glad they stood up again, but I feel how worried I'm about Natasha.

I block the door with my magic, and kill the last of the guards standing before me. Their bodies in green suits cover the expensive floor while I look around me. The alarm is still blaring, the room is full of blood and so is my face and my clothes.

I look at Otis, and see Natasha standing there. Relieved to see her I run towards them. 'We have to go.' I say loud so they can hear me.
'He's strong, but I can kill him.' Otis says. His black eyes give me shivers.

I look at Natasha, our glances cross. It feels wrong to ask that from him.

Natasha looks at him. 'Otis, we're leaving.'
He let's go of the body who falls on the ground with a hard bang. Loki seems unconscious, his body isn't moving at all.

'Come on!' Yelena yells at us as she waves to the door. I let go of my magic that blocks the door, and than we run through the corridors.

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I look at my face in the mirror. At the abrasion on my cheek, the blood on my nose and the bruise around my throat. A tear travels through my injuries. I let my hand softly glide over the blue and red skin, it hurts when I touch it. I look at it and feel the hands of Loki around my throat again. I sigh when I think back about the helpless feeling that arised when I couldn't call my magic. It felt like he had me under controle, as if he blocked my magic.

I feel guilty towards Natasha, guilty that I couldn't save her. And I feel so bad for Otis, that he had to solve our problem. That he was the one that saved us all. If he wasn't there, than I wasn't standing here staring in my reflection. He saved my life. And I killed his family.

I swallow away the guilt that follows. I sigh while I try to take off my shirt. My whole body hurts. I look at the bruise on my stomach, I remember how one of the guards kicked me after we try to escape from the APS. Tens of guards surprised us at the entrance, but we killed some of them and fought most of them.

I look up by the creaking sound of the old door of the motel we're staying. We drove a couple of hours away from the APS, but the plane was too far away. And we all needed rest.. and sleep. So this was our only option. This abondened, dirty motel.

'Maximoff?' I recognize the voice of Natasha. 'I'm here.' I say soft. I look at myself in the mirror again. I just stand there in my bra, my T-shirt still in my hand.