♡ took a wrong turn and we fell down a rabbit hole. you held tight to me 'cause nothing's as it seems and spinning out of control ♡
signy odindotter:
♥ still confident, short-tempered, stubborn, rebellious
♥ still more like her adoptive brother tha...
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Signy sat in the plane on the way to their supermax prison with her eyes squinted shut. She tried to ignore every bumps and turbulence, focusing only on the cold metal of the plane wall. Signy did not like planes. She could feel Pietro's eyes on her from several seats down and across, but she couldn't bear to open her eyes and see the pain written across his features at not being able to help her. Signy took a deep breath, in through her nose, out through her mouth, before finally opening her eyes.
She saw Scott first, right across from her. He looked oddly relaxed, easily the calmest of the group. His foot tapped away and he pretended to play the drums with his pointer fingers on his knee.
He was one of those with some freedom of movement. He, Sam, and Clint were in simple confinements with police-grade cuffs, while Signy, Pietro, and Wanda's hands were completely covered by heavy metal that was supposed to stunt the use of their powers. They didn't seem to work very well, though, as Signy's travel anxiety made thin layers of ice grow around the outside.
Clint looked solemn. He didn't have to say a word for Signy to know that he was thinking about his kids. Lila, Cooper, and the new baby that he'd been dying for Signy to come meet. She guessed that wouldn't happen anytime soon.
Wanda had her head leaned on her brother's shoulder. Though all of them were in the dark as to where they were going or what exactly would happen to them, the three young adults were feeling this on a deeper level. They were twenty- and twenty-one-year-olds. They were barely old enough to be considered eligible for adult prisons. And yet, they were being carted off to the same supermax prison as their older compatriots. They guessed there was no lesser sentence for young people when it came to enhanced individuals.
Sam hadn't looked at any of them since they took off. Signy guessed that his head was in the same place hers often retreated to: Rhodey's health status. Signy never learned the extent of her healing ability. She somehow knew that Rhodey was an inch from death when she left him and that he would likely pay the price with a permanent deficit. But she couldn't know for sure. And she deeply hoped that she was wrong. That the next piece of news they would hear was that of a miraculous recovery.
A few of them were able to see out of small windows that showed a huge hunk of metal rising from the waves, darkened by the surrounding storm: the Raft prison. A landing pad opened then closed around their small plane.
Every layer of the prison was meticulously secured. Thick, metal walls. Guards at every entrance, decked out in riot gear and carrying large guns. Signy's heartbeat picked up at the sight.
The cells themselves were unremarkable. Black cubes with a stripe of white paint and cement floors and thick metal bars allowed them to peek out of and into other cells. They were forced to change into dark blue jumpsuits that nearly made them blend in with their bleak surroundings.
Wanda was further restrained with black straps pinning down her arms, making her look like a mental patient. Every one of Pietro's limbs was restrained with heavy cuffs to the floor. His hands were only able to move a few feet from the wall at any given time and his ankles tightly kept low to the ground. Signy's hands remained completely covered by big metal cuffs so she couldn't harness liquid from the room.
