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Days had gone by at snail pace for the universe famous Avengers. There were no leads on Wanda nor Bucky, not one person in the world had seen them out roaming around, buying food. There was no movement at all. They waited for a metaphorical ripple in the metaphorical pond but nothing happened.

It had been two full weeks. Clint marked Saturday off in his calendar, dark and sunken flesh encasing the outer rims of his eyes. Laura hadn't been able to cheer him up, neither had Natasha or his kids, they just reminded him everyday that one of them could be taken too, scaring the hell out of him.

He fumbled about in the kitchen, barely able to function due to the no sleep, hardly any food diet he had going on for the past week.

Maps, phones, laptops - and anything else he had thought to use - covered the large counter, sections on the maps pinned with red and blue tacks. He grabbed his cup of coffee and took a drink when the sound of gunfire woke him from the tired state. Clint grabbed his bow and arrow from a chair, rushing out of the tower that belonged to T'Challa. Up above him was a helicopter and to his side was Steve covering Natasha with his shield. With every bone in his body telling him not to, Clint hooked an arrow to the bow and aimed at the helicopter's pilot.

Her mind had blocked the man's screaming from reaching her ears days ago. She couldn't stand to hear Bucky in pain. Every time they repeated the words to him, was every time he started showing remorse for Wanda. The words would then be used and he'd be back under the Soldier mindset. Each time it happened, Bucky seemed to remember at least one thing about Wanda - even just a slight detail - giving her a tadpole sized bit of hope.

As the days passed, Wanda would come up with different ways to try and get the magic jammer off her hands, the strong piece of metal that looked almost like the limb connected to James' shoulder. Vibranium, which made sense once she thought about it. Nothing even dented it, it was practically indestructible.

The waiting was almost killing Wanda. Nothing had happened to her yet, sending a spiral of unanswered questions into her restless brain. All the kidnappers did was feed her, talk to her, and then leave her with the thoughts circling inside her mind. It was quite frustrating, to say the least. Most of the time though, Wanda slept. It was unclear why she was so exhausted, maybe because of the endless attempts to free herself, maybe because of the cell, oddly she found her dreams clear of Pietro and the awful death he was given. No nightmares waking her every hour in the night, just peaceful sleeping until her breakfast, lunch and dinner came.

"When I'm free I'm gonna shove an arrow in your throat and let Banner finish you off!" Clear as day, an annoyed voice echoed through the halls of the compound. Wanda sat up suddenly on her cot, fear overwhelming the exhausted body. On the outside of her cell, there was the one and only Clint Barton being dragged out in front of her. His thrashing movements ceased when he saw the auburn haired girl. His eyes widened, throat becoming like sandpaper. "Wanda?" One smack on the back of his head by a guard and Clint was knocked out cold and dragged into a cell beside her own.

Wanda slammed the metal rock around her fingers against the glass, her wide eyes not moving from Clint's limp body. "Why did you bring him here?" She asked, her voice laced with fear. Everyone, as usual, ignored her question and moved on with their duties, causing the girl's heart to beat frantically.

It was about ten minutes later when James showed up, a tray of food in the hand covered with skin. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, paying no attention to Wanda as she stepped toward him. "James, do you remember me?" Came her tiny voice as she swallowed hard. The man set the tray on the ground before her feet, silent. Wanda's eyes scanned his face that was void of emotion, searching for any shred of remembrance for the man he was before.

There.

A muscle inside his forehead twitched, sending a wave of nausea to his stomach. The feeling caused Bucky to frown, forehead creasing upward in confusion. She remembered him saying it always hurt to remember his past, but he needed to hurt to become the man he wanted to be.

But before he could do more, the soldier was called out of the cell as a man stepped inside. Fine strands of golden blonde hair covered his chocolate brown irises which looked at her with a sorrowful look that almost made her believe he wanted to help her.

Groaning sounded inside her cell as the door hinges moved, closing the door behind the man.

"I assume you have some questions," he stated, standing in an awkward stance, shoulders tense and eyes darting from her face to the metal wrapping her hand. He couldn't decide if he was angry at the people for restraining her so terribly, or thankful that she couldn't kill him before hearing what he had to tell her.

Wanda gaped at the man, "of course I have questions; are you stupid?" She sneered, the words dripping with despise for the man - he worked for the people who had changed Bucky and taken her - also Clint now, apparently - she was not going to be welcoming or pleasant to them in any way so long as they all lived.

He shifted uncomfortably but stayed silent and waited for the long awaited questions. "Why is Clint here? What do you plan to do with him?" He sighed, guilt lacing his tone as his eyes finally fell onto her face. "They plan to do tests on him. If his brain is compatible, they'll remove his memories and insert ones of their own."

Wanda felt her stomach plummet but decided to ask another question, even if she was dreading the answer. "Why are you doing this? Turning James back to the Soldier, taking me... Why did you take me anyway?" She asked the blonde who had suddenly became fidgety. It was a few minutes before he finally responded.

"You... Are capable of many things. Many... Powerful things. They want to know your full potential. And as for the reason..." He paused. As if sensing the eagerness radiating off Wanda to understand why she was there, the man backed up to the door and a small keypad slid out of a hole in the wall. He punched in a code, Wanda squinting her eyes to see each number and stepped outside as the door opened. As the door closed, he looked inside the window and sighed.

"They want to destroy the Avengers."

Unedited, sloppy, and a super super late update, plus barely any WinterWitch :(( IM SO SORRY GUYS ;-;