The 3rd -A MARVEL Story-

8-Fairy lights

The light was dim. The air is thick with dust. The cold hard ground made Wanda shiver. She squinted trying to make out her surroundings.

Footsteps echoed through the dark hall in front of her. A soft but angry voice follows the footsteps.

"What the hell is wrong with you? When did you resort to almost killing people. Oh but when I saw his face I could only think of Pietro"

Wanda flicked her fingers and let he Scarlet strings dance around her hands for light.

"What is she gunna-" the pacing stoped with the words. Wanda could see a distorted figure in the middle of the darkness. It come close. Fast. Wanda scrambled back till she hit the back wall hard.

Wanda light up her hands, her red glow ready to fight the enhanced.

"Wait, wait, w-w wait." Nova put her hands up. Nova clicked her fingers and soft light began to fill the room.

An old mattress with and equally old pillow and sleeping bag sat across the medium-size room accompanied by an also old cabinet. Fairly lights strung across the ceiling giving the room a warmer feeling.

Wanda looked where she was. There was nothing stoping her from leaving as there was as no bars or glass in her way. However there where walls either side of her making it feel more private. A mattresses and duvet (much less older then the other one) where placed in the corner, also along with a cabinet and fairy lights.

"I'm so sorry" Nova said looking down, barley above a whisper.

Wanda put her hands down.

"Why did you take me? Why did you hurt my friends?"

"For you and...Pietro" Nova glanced at the Scarlet Which.

"What!?"

"They killed Pietro" Nove's eyes became dark. "And in matter of time they are gunna kill you"

"They are not going kill me" Wanda defended. "And they didn't kill my brother" her words where's laced with anger.

"Our" Nova's voice was quite and soft again.

"What did you say?"

"Our brother"