Anchor ⌘ Wanda Maximoff [Completed]

10. ⌘ Avengers to the Rescue

Wanda woke up to the sound of a loud explosion and the alarms that followed. She had fallen asleep on the floor as close as Stiles would let her get. The Maximoff girl tried to bring him out of his nightmare without using her powers again, afraid that she might harm him further, but it was no use.

Another explosion went off somewhere in the building and an endless line of guards started sprinting down the halls. "What is going on?" Wanda yelled at the guards passing by.

"The Avengers are here," one of them replied as he ran by.

Happy tears pooled in her green eyes and a laugh escaped from her lips. "Thank God," she whispered to herself.

Another explosion went off and Wanda could hear the sound of Hydra's men screaming in pain mixing with Stiles' terrified whimpers.

"Incoming," a red blur passed by, knocking over the long line of Hydra guards running up and down the hallway.

Wanda gasped and shouted, "Tony! We're in here!"

Then the red blur passed by again and stopped in front of the cell. "There you are." The mask lifted up, revealing a smirking Tony Stark. "Where is Stiles?"

"That's the problem." Wanda stepped forward, dropping her voice to a low whisper. "They made me hurt him. And now he's stuck."

"We saw the video- wait. What do you mean 'stuck'?" Tony furrowed his brows. "Stand back." He ordered, and when the girl did so, he blasted through the glass cell. Fragments flew everywhere, but didn't touch Wanda or Stiles when she used her powers to shield them both.

"He's not waking up from it," Wanda gestured to Tony's nephew huddled in the corner.

"Then why don't you do something?" Tony went to touch Stiles, but he cowered away in fear.

"Guys," Tony radioed in to the team, which consisted of Captain America, Black Widow, Vision, Falcon, and War Machine. "We got a problem. Natasha, do you still carry those sedatives?"

"Yeah," Natasha grunted as she knocked out another Hydra guard, "Why?"

"Come to the holding cells, we need one. And hurry," Tony sighed sadly. Then he turned to Wanda with a glare, "The second we get back to the base, you're fixing my nephew."

Wanda nodded reluctantly, afraid of what she might do if she touched Stiles again.

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The quinjet lowered on to the landing pad at the Avengers' main base. Inside, the team was resting after taking down the Hydra base Stiles and Wanda were held captive in. Stiles was unconscious on a cot with Wanda sitting down beside him, running her fingers through his hair. The whole ordeal had shaken her up. Hurting someone who was trying so desperately to help her was terrifying.

Medics came into the jet as soon as the doors opened, and they quickly carried him off. Wanda went to follow, but Steve stopped her.

"Are you okay?" The super soldier asked, worried about the safety of his team.

"I will be when Stiles is himself again." She stared down at the ground, ashamed of herself for not protecting him.

"You couldn't have done anything," Steve started to say.

"I knew my powers were out of control, I could have used them on the Hydra guards instead." She spoke in harsh whisper. "I could have saved him."

Steve shook his head, "Then they would have killed you the second you tried." He tried to comfort her, but it wasn't working.

Wanda shook her head and pulled away, "I'm sorry, I need to see Stiles." She rushed towards the direction they took him, and didn't look back.