The ghost has been passed down through generations of a single family, destined to be the protector of the Scarlet Witch.
Katrina Grew up in Bulgaria hearing story's of her grandmother who had died shortly before her birth. Her grandmother had been...
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KATRINA
Pain.
Fear.
That was her only emotion, Fear. Katrina Dimetrov was terrified, begging for it to end. But it couldn't, it wouldn't. Not yet. She wasn't broken enough. The girl was bound and gagged. Pleading through tears and pain.
The collar was activated, and the numbing torture began again. Her eyes roll back into her head as she screams. The pain continued, Again and again.
When it stopped again, Katrina groans pushing herself upwards. The witch stares at the wall dully, waiting for the man to press the button again. She sigh in relief after a few moments when no electricity is shot through her body.
Suddenly red lights fills the halls, a siren is going off somewhere in the distance loudly. Red bleed into her cell as she push off the ground and move to peer through the glass cell.
Katrina jumps back slightly when a body flies past her cell with a yell. The sounds of gunfire and screaming reach her ears; just as a familiar face opposite her beyond the glass appears.
Natasha.
With a wave she pushes something on the wall next to the cell and the glass slides up. "Natasha." Kat grins moving forward. The older woman smirks, raising a hand she does something to the collar around the youngers neck and the heavy thing falls.
Katrina sighs in relief as the weight is removed. Natasha moves around the young adult to untie the straps, letting her arms free.
As soon as the jacket falls she moves forward, wrapping her arms around Natashas shoulders. "Thank you." The older woman awkwardly returned the hug. Pulling away she gestures towards the hall.
"Come on, they're waiting for us." Katrina nod, following her out into the hall and jogging through the reddened halls past several slumbed over bodies. They stop in front of a set of metal doors, Natasha quickly swips something on the keypad making the doors slide up immediatly.
The light seaps in, momentarily blinding Katrina as she raises a hand to block out the light rays. Weakly she follows behind the Widow towards the jet waiting, Natasha helps her up.
Inside sat Sam, Steve, Clint, the shrinking guy, and Wanda.
They all move to help the witch into a seat as she struggles. "Kat, what happened?" She groans, ignoring their questions as she sinks into the seat.
"It's nothing..."
She passes out almost immediatly from pain.
"Katrina!"
.
Katrina comes to with a groan. She opens her eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling, with a groan the girl pushes herself up to her elbows glancing around with blearing eyes.
As Katrina pushes herself up the door opens, Wanda bursting in. "Kat!" Said girl grins weakly. "Hey..." Wanda rushes forward, hesitating for a moment before helping her up.
Katrina grunts in pain as she stands, leaning heavily into Wanda as she does. "What did they do?" The older doesn't respond, swallowing.
Instead, she begins heading towards the door Wanda entered. Through the door they find a large open seating area, the others sitting on the two couches chatting quietly.
They all look up when Katrina slowly stumbles into the room.
She stares impassivly at the group. Part of her was glad to see them, the other half felt betrayed- it was because of them she was there in teh first place.
"Kat."
She keeps her face blank as she looks at the captain.
