In Darkness, Be My Light

Rescue Mission

Warning: Mentions and depictions of rape, abuse, and electroshock.

Wanda awoke from a long afternoon nap on the cold floor to the sound of metal doors sliding open. Wanda winced as she felt a harsh headache coming on. All that had been on her mind was how she was used only so long ago.

It's been almost two days since she was taken advantage of. She was slapped multiple times if she didn't comply, so she was sure she had bruises across her face. She knew she had hickeys scattered around the part of her neck which wasn't covered by the electroshock collar. Her throat was raw and her lips were swollen from the unspeakable pleasure she was forced to give. God, she hated that so much. It wasn't just that which caused her swollen lips, it was the horribly rough kissing. Forced kissing was a specialty of the guard which overlooked her stay at the Raft. He also happened to be the same guard who had raped her. She hated the guard's rough kissing, especially when he harshly bit her lip and caused her to taste blood. He left bite marks on her lip, as well as her neck and thighs when he felt like she needed "proper control." He'd hold and tug on her hair, something he enjoyed very much, especially when she whimpered and writhed beneath him.

The day after the incident, she woke up after 15 hours of sleep. She'd been so tired and worn out that they had to carry her back to her cell. Clint, on the other hand, was wild and angry. He banged on his cell, screaming at the guards after he saw her face, bruised and flush. He hated that they had to not only rape her but physically abuse her in the process. Sam and Scott yelled at him to calm down so that he, or worse yet, she, didn't get hurt by the annoyed guards.

Wanda curled up when she saw her overseer walk in. She glared at him with as much hatred as she could muster. "What do you want?"

"What did we say about the talking, darling?" He held up the remote to her shock collar.

"Don't call me tha--" She felt the fiery sting of electricity surging around her throat. She opened her mouth to scream, but all that came out was a low squeak. When the shock was done, she was left panting and trying to hold herself upright.

"Learned your lesson?"

She started to feel herself cry, but she forcefully held the tears and sobbing back before another shock could come her way.

"Good," he chuckled while opening her cell door.

No, not now. Please not now.

He walked over and knelt down in front of her. "God, you're gorgeous, even like this." He cupped her jaw and forced her to look at him. He let out a low growl and she immediately curled away from him, but he kept her in place.

Her head was pounding now, and all she could think of was how much she wished she could get out of this hell.

Meanwhile, Vision was with Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanov. That morning, he set off to meet them at the coordinates Steve sent. He successfully managed to arrive at a secret location, a cabin, where they were planning to house the rescuees. It was a secret location in the countryside of Poland. It was gorgeous. There was a clear view of the Polish mountains covered in snow. The green grass was swarmed with flowers and they were surrounded by tall pine trees. The air was clean and crisp.

Wanda will love this place.

Vision was a bit antsy about seeing her again. Not that he didn't want to see her, but because he was afraid she'd reject his presence. Tony told Vision that she despised him, and that broke his heart. But he didn't require her forgiveness, only her safety. No matter how much he desperately wanted to see her, to touch her, and to hold her, her safety came first. He cleared his head of any deep emotions so he could successfully get her out instead of dwelling over the feelings he had for her and doing something incredibly horrible.