Connected... {A Scarlet Vision Fanfic}

The Mission: Part I

(Wanda's POV)

The Quinjet landed on a small runway in Isheyevka. I stepped out into the brisk Russian air, savoring the familiar feel of the nipping frost, and blundering winds.

"Just like back home." I mused. I looked back at Pietro, and saw him smile. I walked up to him, giving him a small goodbye.

"Come home safe." He pleaded. Taking a deep breath, before releasing me.

"I will." I assured.

I waved a small goodbye to the rest of the Avengers, after a few prolonged goodbyes from Clint. It was obvious both he, and my brother were worried about my solo mission.

But one person I wasn't expecting to worry was Vision, so I was a little taken aback when he called out to me. "Be safe, Wanda." He said as I walked away. I smiled back at him, answering him mentally.

I will. Take care of Pietro for me, he tends to worry.

I will. He assured.

I walked to the waiting taxi cab, I pulled open the vehicle door, and settled myself inside, welcoming the protection from the wind. "Ulyanovsk, Городской рынок, пожалуйста." (Ulyanovsk, city market, please.) I instructed the driver.

He nodded, before starting the car, and driving away. I leaned my head against the cold glass window, silently observing the streets of Russia as we drove.

As the car came to a stop, I payed the driver leaving a tip, and a thank you. I stepped out of the car, cautiously surveying the area, as the cab pulled away. I spoke up my comms, letting the team know I had arrived, and that I would alert them when I spotted Bucky.

The street was covered with small market stands, each under brightly colored tarps, selling food, flowers and home made goods, the loud Soviet voices boomed through the city. There was a large bustling crowd, and to avoid suspicion, I picked up a basket, and wandered, buying a few fruits. I noticed a navy blue sweater, and a light grey one next to it, I bought both, though I didn't know why I did at the time.

I was there for two hours, before I caught sight of Bucky, he was at a fruit stand, buying plums. I wandered over, and picked up a plum, testing if it was ripe.

I attempted to strike conversation.  "Не они выглядят вкусно?" (Don't these look delicious?) I asked.

He only grunted in agreement.

I bought two, taking a bite out of one. "Это лучший сливы, которую я когда-либо пробовали, вы должны попробовать его." (This is the best plum i have ever tasted, you must try it.) I encouraged, holding it out for him to taste.

He looked at me with a questioning expression.

"Дальше, он не отравлен клянусь!" (Go on, it's not poisoned I swear!) I joked.

He took a small bite out of it, and nodded agreement. "Это очень хорошо." (It's very good.) He affirmed.

"Я не отсюда, вы могли бы показать мне вокруг?" (I'm not from here, would you mind showing me around?) I queried, smiling and looking up at him through my lashes.

"Я не думаю, что это будет лучше." (I do not think that would be best.) He declined, but I persisted.

"Ах, приходите, я любил бы тур рынка с локального." (Oh, come on, I would love a tour of the market from a local.) I pleaded.

"Хорошо." (Alright.) He caved.

"Спасибо." (Thank you.)

He led me through the market, though he didn't talk much. He seemed so nice, not necessarily friendly or sociable, but kind. I was lost in my head, as per usual, and I didn't notice what was happening until it was too late. A rough grip pulled me behind the market, one hand over my mouth and the other around my waist. He dragged me into an abandoned street, slamming me into a wall. I gasped, and dropped my basket at the impact.

"Who are you and, who do you work for?" He snarled, his baseball cap was lying on the dirty ground next to my shopping basket, and his long hair covered his face partially. He looked like a whole different person, more intimidating, and dangerous.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I tried my best to be convincing, widening my eyes and feigning fright. Though, I knew I could use my powers and stop him without breaking a sweat.

"Don't lie to me!" He said, pushing his arm against my throat, pressing me further into the rough stone wall.

I used my powers, just to sense his aura, and read his emotions. Fear. Not hatred, but fear.

"SHIELD, I work for SHIELD." I answered. "I'm not here to hurt you." I promised.

"How do I know you aren't lying? How do I know you're not Hydra?" He questioned, only releasing the pressure on my throat slightly.

"Hydra tortured, and experimented on me, and my brother for years." I paused gauging his reaction. He took his arm off my throat. I gasped new air into my lungs, as they adjusted to the large intake of air.

"Who are you?" He asked again.

"Wanda... I would shake your hand, but I feel we're further acquainted than that." I dead panned.

He huffed, what I assumed to be a laugh.

"Listen, James, I really, truly, am not here to hurt you."

"James..." He repeated. "I feel like no one has called me that in a long time, but everything's blurry, no one has called me anything in a long time."

"James, I would like for you to accompany me back to the United States."

"I can't leave, not yet." He refused. "I need to show you something." He said, picking up his hat, dusting it off before putting it back on.  He handed me my basket, and I removed the paper bag, that stored the goods I had bought from the market. He linked arms with me, and I looked up at him, shocked by the sudden contact. He leaned in close to me, and I tried to pull back, but he wouldn't let me. I began to panic, I could feel my magic growing hot under my fingertips and in my cheeks. He leaned in close to my ear, and began to whisper hurriedly.

"Listen, there are two Hydra agents here somewhere, I lost them in the crowd. I need your help. We need to get out of here, and go to my apartment, but I believe it's compromised."

"I can help you." I assured. "I can take them, I promise, I've got your back." I then pressed the button on the earpiece and talked into the comms. "I have the asset, not ready for extraction yet, I will signal when we're ready." I didn't wait to listen to their reaction before heading off with Bucky

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Ulyanovsk and Isheyevka are two random cities in Russia I picked, I've never been to Russia, so if any of this is inaccurate I apologize.

Thanks for reading! Part 2 coming soon!