In Darkness, Be My Light

Questioning

Warning: Mentions of past abuse, rape, and electroshock. Some of my readers may want to skip the second half of this fanfic; I know some of you don't read intimate fics, HOWEVER, this one isn't terribly descriptive.

Author's Note: Wanda. Is. The. Best. Thing. That. Ever. Happened. To. This. World. We stan a powerful queen.

Two weeks before Christmas was when she last saw him. He said he was "required" to be at the Avengers Compound for two months by orders of Mr. Stark. He swore he didn't want to leave her for the holidays, but suspicion would catch on if his disappearance went noticed by anyone besides Tony, especially if his request to be at the compound for the rest of the month was rejected. He told her that he didn't want her to be found out, that he wanted her to be safe, that he didn't want her to experience a round of horrors again. Again. That's what he said. He said that he loved her and would defend her no matter the cost. He said he would protect her from anyone that came after her. He said that he'd be there for her.

"Wanda, we need to move," came Natasha's stern voice.

Wanda looked up to see the assassin's worried, strained face. "What? Why?" What a way to start off the month of February.

"They found us," her voice was harsh, full of worry. "I already have all of your things. We're leaving Slovenia and heading to Montenegro."

Wanda put the hood of her jacket over her head and quickly stood up from where she was seated. Both of them quickly ran outside the hotel building, trying to avoid the daylight and main streets. They ran through alleyways and buildings before they arrived where the Quinjet, in stealth mode, was hidden. Steve and Sam caught up just a few moments later.

The Quinjet came out of stealth mode when it recognized Steve's appearance in the area. "Go!" he shouted and they all, full of alarm, ran to the open entrance of the jet.

When they got inside, they heard a speaker saying, "Steven Grant Rogers, Natalia Alianovna Romanova, Samuel Thomas Wilson, and Wanda Marya Maximoff, under the command of the United Nations, you are ordered to stand down and surrender yourselves."

"Then why wasn't he there?" she whispered to herself. "Why wasn't he there for me?!" she shouted. She slammed her fist onto the cover of her hotel room bed. Tears overflowed and streamed down her flush cheeks. Wanda's mind and thoughts were such a mess; her emotions were unpredictable. Her violent nature, created by Strucker's experiments, crackled against the surface of her cognition and judgment. Steve put her in confinement in her hotel room until she was calm and in control of her emotions to be out in public. She almost threw him out of a window with her magic when he said that to her.

Her abilities came out of hiding when she felt completely betrayed by Vision. She hadn't used them since before the Raft, but now she felt helpless and defenseless without her magic. She felt like he played her, used her, just like almost everyone else in her life.

Wanda walked to the front window of the Quinjet to see a group of maybe sixty Slovenian army men surrounding them, as well as two tanks, and--

"Oh, you gotta be shitting me," Steve muttered under his breath when he saw Tony, dressed in a suit made of iron, and Thaddeus Ross by his side.

Her heart sank. She almost collapsed and started to sob. "No, no he can't... He promised! Vision promised!" she screamed. She folded her arms over her abdomen as if she had a knee-weakening stomach ache. She bent forward and her sight became blurry with tears.

Wanda could feel guilt and sadness broadcasting from Vision's mind into hers. She cut her mental bond with him as soon as she felt him in her mind, believing his feelings were completely fake. She felt so deeply betrayed.