Carmilla ⌖ Pietro Maximoff

Captured

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TW: mentions of gore, and self harm
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Carmilla's POV: Moscow, Russia

He left me.

...left me.

Heart in her throat, Carmilla watched as her last hope ascended into the murky gray, and then as it eventually disappeared from view completely. She didn't know how long she'd stood there numbly staring, only that when the pistol was torn from her grasp she could hardly register the loss of it.

From the corner of her eyes she could see a pair of metal handcuffs reaching out to her, those hands moving to grab her. This was never supposed to happen, she was meant to go home with Nathan, she was meant to succeed. Why couldn't she win? Just once?

I'm no good..

Heart in her throat she thought of her training. Never had she thought that it would ever come to this.

"Don't get caught and you won't have to use it."  That's what her tutor had told her all those years ago, right before pressing a little white pill into her palm. At the time she hadn't understood, because why would a father ask that of his only daughter? But that was never her only role. Carmilla had witnessed the aftermath of business deals gone wrong. She'd listened to the muffled pleas of Steele Corp employees from behind closed doors just before a single gunshot would silence them; She'd seen reports of former business partners disappear on "vacation" and never come back. 

Matthew Steele was her father, sure, but he was a businessman above all else, and she was still his employee. A failed one at that.

Her breath clouded in short bursts before her, her hands trembling at her sides with rage and terror.

What would happen after this? If I don't die by their hand...Matthew Steele always found a way, and he doesn't make it quick. Family discount maybe?

A terrible spite settled in her gut like the snow falling around them.

Fine then.

Her eyes stung as she tore her arms away and out of reach from her attackers. Backpedaling towards the edge of the loading dock Carmilla dug into the pocket at her hip, with tears welling over her vision, she cursed the pesky fabric as it got in her way. 

please, god please

Grasping the tablet she trembled as she brought it to her lips. 

"Grab her!" someone yelled from somewhere in front of her, but she was too far gone.

Carmilla allowed her eyes to close as the tab fell onto her tongue and began to dissolve into bitter powder.

Those arms took hold of her once more, tackling her to the snowy dock. The pain was a vague memory as the powder continued to dissolve, causing black dots to dance and expand in her vision.

"We need medical!" A woman's voice shouted seemingly from above her. Strong hands took hold of her jaw, wrenching it open.

No, let me do this right...

The arms holding her were her only semblance of comfort as the dots spread. Her limbs involuntarily convulsed as the dark reached out to greet her. Before she could pull back, she was plunging into the void. Back to home.

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Pietro's POV: Avengers Compound