Scarlet Spirals • ScarletAmerica

Chapter 1

Imagine the darkest, coldest place you can think of. Now imagine being stuck in your darkest fear and add that to the cold, damp place. Add on a sprinkle of being a world hated criminal and being locked in a jail cell, fully restricted because you're "too powerful" and a "danger to society" well that's how Wanda Maximoff felt.

The cold swirled around her, nipping at the small parts of exposed skin that weren't covered by the frustrating straight jacket or the shock collar that had already left bruises.

Wanda Maximoff huddled into the corner of the small dark cell, her arms were long numb and she avoided moving because the last time she had, she was shocked into a state of blackness.

Her mind was ticking away, this time in the silent hell with only the occasional drip of water or footsteps of a guard to stop her going completely insane left a lot of time to think. A lot of time to think about the phantom pain that was left when her brother was ripped away from the world. A lot of time to think about the family she had finally found, only the have that taken away as well.

She was cold, the coldest she had ever been. At least in the cells at Hydra she could see her brother, the brother that was buried hundreds of miles away. Her body had never been the same warm it has been when Pietro was alive but it had definitely been warmer then it was now. Oh how she craved a blanket, or a jumper or anything, if only for a minute just to warm her up.

She could tell it was nearing the time when the guards would temporarily remove her from the straight jacket to make sure she ate. In the 3 days Wanda had been there she had lost a significant amount of weight, they fed her, hardly.

She spent her time drifting in and out of sleep, dreamless sleep, filled with the dark that surrounded her. After yesterday when she had received a bad beating for trying to move her arm she was in too much pain to move anyway. That's one thing she was thankful to the cold for, it provided her body a state of numbness that blurred the pain.

If she even made the slightest movement that indicted "dangerous" behaviours she'd be shocked, she was sure that the collar was going to leave marks that would never fade.

Wanda heard the footsteps, assuming it was the guards coming to make sure she didn't die of starvation she didn't move until she herd it, him. "Wanda, Wanda I need you to sit up, we've got to move fast" she honestly didn't believe it was him until she looked up.

There attempting to unlock her cell was her very own hero, Steve Rogers, dressed in his iconic costume, attempting to save his team.

She was shaking at this point, unable to talk for the fear that the collar would send jolts into her neck. Steve has finally managed to rip the door open, rushing over to her and slowly realising she wasn't moving on her own.

"Wanda, I'm going to pick you up and carry you out of here okay? It's only me, it's going to be fine" he reassured her, lifting her into his arms. Wanda flinched at the contact, that last time she was this close to another human she was pretty sure they had broken a few ribs.

Steve noticed the girl had flinched at his actions and could only wonder what torture she had to endure. He started off out of the cell and over to the side of the the cell block where the rest of his team were waiting.

"She's restricted in a straight jacket and shock collar, I'll work on getting it off when we're on the ship. We need to go, NOW" Steve yelled, starting off at a run.

It wasn't long till the sound of gunshots filled the air, Steve tried his best to dodge them, Wanda let out a soft moan of pain that Steve passed off as injures she had already acquired, unaware of the bullet that was now lodged in her leg.

Wanda fully passed out on the way to the ship, Steve didn't realise till he layed her down in a seat that her leg was dripping scarlet, just like her name. Wanda had been shot, how hadn't he realised?