freak ✰ avengers

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they made me this: a freak.

that's what they all call me, isn't it? an experiment gone wrong is all i was to them.

but their experiments were nothing compared to the loss i've felt before. itching with the memories of my family, i'm tortured on nights where everything is muted... except her. my heart is on the battlefield, pulling in ways you couldn't imagine.

after the tests, they threw me in a cell; terrified at what they'd created. an overdose in electrical surges had dire consequences, overriding whatever they were attempting to give me.

they came in surges to wipe out everything i can see. 6 cells and one year later, i was just as monstrous as the day they killed what was left of me.

nonetheless, i know the key to finding my family is here. after what they did to me, to my brother, my parents deserve to die. that room, the room they keep so securely locked away from everything else: something's in there. or someone.

strucker was worried he made a monster. he has no idea.

"wanda, now." the shadowed figures of tests 1 and 2 in front of me began to talk quietly. with the few words I could make out through the bars of my cell, i had figured out their plan. "leave now... attack. "

at their words, i pulled at the restraints, cursing the cover over my mouth. test 2 turned, giving me a soft apology through his eyes. no amount of pulling my chains could get me free.

in a split second they were gone, in their midst a red lace of power that tangled itself within my chains and pulled them apart.

"she's free! shoot!"

the all-too-familiar surge rushed through me, energy tingling through my fingertips and raising me above the floor. i felt my eyes glow white with power.

"strucker, she's active-" a small spark embedded itself in him, spreading to everything he touched. computers sparked, guns malfunctioned, glass broke.

i dropped back to the ground, ripping open the cell with the adrenaline running through my veins.

i had a job to do.