You Can't Break Us Apart, You Can Only Make Us Stronger

Finding

Peter was slowly breaking down.

The pain now cut through the illusions of happiness and peace that Wanda sent him, and he could barely communicate his thoughts to the other three.

Wanda was having trouble too, but she had made their telepathic link semi-permanent.

She could only break it if she convinced herself she wanted to.

The teens could tell that Tony was having frequent panic attacks, and Steve was still passing out a lot.

They weren't allowed to pass out, their insane kidnappers stopping the torture just before the dark closed in.

Rescue used to be daydreamed about everyday, even discussed in their long mind-conversations.

Now it felt like a faint fantasy.

Days blurred together, enough that it felt like an eternity that they were there.

Hope was faint.

Peter and Wanda were now being tortured together, their screams echoing throughout the prison.

Wanda was being shocked, and Peter had the sound and lights attacking his senses yet again.

Suddenly, Tony's thoughts rang through their heads.

'Natasha!'

Steve banged against the glass yet again.

It was like a spark had been ignited in them.

Wanda stopped screaming.

Suddenly, the lights over Peter's eyes stopped flashing.

The sound dimmed to silence.

Natasha was above him, her eyes shimmering oddly.

Were those tears?

Thunder boomed, and the glass shattered, leaving Steve and Tony free.

"You're safe now, Peter. You're safe." Natasha's voice was soft and comforting.

The black swallowed his vision, and he welcomed it with open arms.