Scarlett War

CHAPTER NINE - CONTROL

Wanda Maximoff - Private

It's been five days since I revealed my secret.

Pierson's injuries are healing well, last I heard, but he doesn't want to talk about it. I asked once, and he just told me to get on my way.

The boys went around the camp talking to everyone, telling them to keep quiet and to not be afraid. Everyone seemed to be calmed, but I couldn't unsee the looks they gave me when I passed by.

Davis was supposed to arrive today, and I felt sick from the worry. I was a bit more open with my powers, occasionally lazily dragging something over.

The boys and I were lounging around, and they were talking about Paris and the crazy shit we got into. Course, I didn't mention what Pierson and I did, but it was still implemented into my mind.

I didn't speak at all, actually, with everything being so awkward between us. I sighed, hoping it would brush over soon. Instead, I just thought of Paris.

Did it mean something? Probably not, but it sure felt like something. He seemed so sure about keeping me the other day, and I could not help but think it was solely based on my powers.

Still, I don't make the wisest decisions, so I couldn't be sure.

"First Platoon," Turner suddenly called out. Wanting to make sure I was on time for anything, I hurriedly got up and walked over to where the rest of the boys surrounded him.

In my hurry, I forgot to grab my rifle. Daniels tapped my shoulder and pointed to it, Turner with his eyes on us.

I shrugged my arm outwards, and the weapon came flying into my hands. Daniels looked at me with an amused smile, and I tilted my head smugly.

"C.O's arriving soon. I want you to be on your best behavior and act like you got something to do. Be ready."

We turned to walk away, but I was stopped when Turner called for me. "Maximoff," I froze, "stay back a bit."

Zussman gave me a supportive eyebrow raise, before catching up with Daniels. I spun on my heel, seeing Pierson and Turner in front of me.

I stayed silent as I faced them, waiting.

"Davis isn't gonna be too happy with a diversion this big. He's gonna want to see that you can do something for the war effort. If not," he trailed off, and he didn't have to finish, "I suggest you prove to him you can do something."

"Yes sir," I breathed, looking to Pierson. He stayed silent, watching me with an unreadable expression. I looked to the ground a moment and immediately got a bad feeling.

I felt like something was . . . coming. Something or someone was on its way, but I didn't know if it was for me or for our forces.

"Alright," Turner continued, "you're dismissed."

Nodding, I turned to catch up with the boys, glancing at Pierson one last time.

We had a little over half an hour to prepare, cleaning up camp and calming my worries.

What a surprise it must've been for him, to hear that a low leveled Private was suddenly a superhuman.

Was that the right word?

"You'll be fine, Soviet. You haven't done anything wrong."

"On purpose," I reminded, running a hand through my tied hair.

"At least Pierson isn't on your ass. If any of us did that to him, I'm pretty sure we'd be blinded in both eyes." Daniels remarked.

I scoffed. "It's just because I have these," I said whilst waving my hands, "he wants the extra push."