Earth's Mightiest Problem (Avengers Fanfiction)

Chapter 60 Nothing is Real

Amanda's POV
Nothing is real. I hear voices sharp and clear but no one is there. I taste spinach but don't remember eating. My shirt feels like sandpaper but looks smooth and soft. My hands feel wet with no water on them. I'm trapped in a small room but feel wind blowing my hair. I'll see a vase in the room but when I go to touch it my hands pass right through. Nothing is real- and it's all her fault.

Footsteps marched nearby. I swung my head around to see who was coming, eventually doing a full circle but found no one. The footsteps multiplied and it sounded like twenty or so people were buzzing around me. I even started hearing their voices speak. I recognized one immediately. It was her. Wanda. I couldn't see her but I knew her voice, and it sounded like she was talking to a man.

"My orders were for you to kill her Maximoff. I said I didn't want any hostages." The unseen man scolded.

"That's because you did not know what I could do. She can be on your side. Even now, nothing confines her and yet she does not try to escape."

I looked around. Something is definitely confining me. I'm stuck in a room. I started to move towards a wall when I bumped into something. I felt something like an arm extend out and push me down. I squinted at the spot. Nothing was there. The man spoke again.

"What did you do to her? She stumbling around like an idiot. She just ran into a fully armed agent."

"She is in an imagined reality. I made her think she was trapped in a room. It will take some time for all of the real world senses to be out of her head, right now she is experiencing half real and half fake senses. I can make her think of anything and she'll believe it. Watch." Wanda explained.

I felt something cool around my wrists. I looked down and saw a pair of handcuffs appear out of nowhere. I tried to move my arms apart but the metal was solid and didn't allow my hands to move. I yanked harder on the cuffs.

"What is she doing?" The man asked.

"She thinks her hands are cuffed. She believes it so much that her brain will not allow her to move her arms apart even though they are not there."

'They're not real?' I tried again to move them apart but to no avail. They had to be real. Ah but I'm forgetting. Nothing is real anymore. I tried to freeze them but the ice wouldn't climb onto them. I tried to melt them but fire did nothing.

"That's amazing." The man marveled. "You can make her believe anything and she'll just go along with it?"

"Her brain is trying to justify what her eyes see. It will do anything to make whatever I make her see, hear, smell, taste, or touch real."

"Anything?" The man said with some doubt. "There must be a line somewhere. Show me another."

"Yes sir."

The room I was in changed. In front of me were huge metal blades hungrily chomping up and down. The wall behind me began to move in, pushing me towards my sharp metal end. I turned around and placed both hands on the wall, hoping somehow I could overpower it. Then I stopped abruptly as a thought came to me. 'Nothing is real.' I turned around and walked to the death trap, sticking my hand in. 'It's not real.'

The blade sliced clean through my hand and blood splattered all over me. I screamed as pain inflamed the area of the cut with an unbearable stinging. I crumpled to the floor and cradled where my hand once was, gasping and grunting in pain.