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#89 The Raft(Part-2)

As Natasha glanced at Clint, her voice became urgent. "Wanda? Where did they take her?"

Clint looked tense, but it was Sam who answered. "They took her somewhere else. We don't know where."

Natasha quickly handed out earpieces to Clint, Sam, and Scott. Her tone was sharp as she briefed them. "Spread out and locate Wanda. I'm heading to the security room to see if I can find any footage."

Everyone nodded, determination clear on their faces. They split up, moving swiftly through the prison's dark, echoing corridors in search of their missing teammate.

Minutes passed, tension rising as their search yielded no results. Natasha's voice crackled through their comms, a sense of urgency in her words. "Steve, Jason, on your 3 o'clock—there's a series of cells. Wanda's there. Be quick, we only have four minutes before the alarm goes off."

Steve and Jason exchanged a glance, then bolted down the corridor. Their footsteps echoed in the quiet, and their hearts raced as they reached the first cell in the series. There, in the dim light, was Wanda. She was sitting on the cold floor, looking fragile and frightened.

Jason, without a second thought, raised the rifle Natasha had given him and fired at the lock, causing it to shatter. But as the door swung open, Wanda recoiled, panic flashing across her face.

"Don't touch me! Please!" Her voice trembled with fear.

Both Jason and Steve froze, their breath catching in their throats. Their eyes widened when they saw the metallic collar clamped around her neck. It was a cruel, heavy device, like something meant to restrain a dog, but more sinister in its purpose. Sparks crackled from it, hinting at the electric shocks it could deliver.

Steve's face twisted in anger. His voice was low but fierce as he reassured her, "Don't worry, Wanda. We'll get you out of here."

Tears welled up in Wanda's eyes, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's electric. It shocks me if my skin touches it."

Steve and Jason exchanged another look, both understanding the danger but determined to free her. Jason stepped closer, inspecting the device. "Cap, if we pull it from both sides, we might be able to break it."

Wanda's panic flared. "No! You'll get shocked too!"

Steve shook his head, determination hardening his gaze. "Don't worry about that." He turned to Jason. "Let's do this."

Without hesitation, the two of them grabbed the ends of the electrified ring. The moment their hands touched it, the collar sparked violently, sending shocks coursing through their bodies. The pain was immediate and excruciating—electricity surged through their hands, arms, and into their chests, making their muscles convulse uncontrollably. Sweat beaded on their foreheads, and their faces contorted in agony, but they refused to let go.

With a final, guttural cry of effort, the collar snapped apart, clattering to the floor. The two men were thrown back by the force, slamming against the cell walls, breathing heavily from the intense pain.

Wanda gasped, tears streaming down her face as she touched her neck, now free from the cruel device. "Oh my God..." she whispered, rushing to their sides. "Are you two okay?"

Steve winced as he pushed himself up, his palms red and raw from the shock. "I'm fine," he said, though his voice was strained.

Jason, however, bore the brunt of it. His palms were badly burned, the skin scorched and blistered from the high-voltage shock. He gritted his teeth, suppressing the pain as he stood up. Wanda looked at him, concern etched across her face, but before she could speak, Jason shook his head, his voice resolute. "We don't have time for this. Let's go."