Scarlett War

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX - AMBUSH

Wanda Maximoff - Global Destroyer

It's been two days since Christmas.

Safe to say Pierson and I aren't talking still. From the way he refuses to look in my direction, I think it might be permanent.

That hurt as much as I could make it. It wasn't a lot, but it seemed like Ivan's spell couldn't stop all the pain. I felt tiny slivers now and then, but it was nothing that would bring tears to my eyes.

I missed him more than anything. I had become so accustomed to his warmth that I forgot how cold the world felt without him.

Zussman, Daniels, and I were bringing more Krauts to processing. I was surprised I was allowed to go, but Zussman practically dragged me along with them.

Zussman had his gun on the back of his neck, and Daniel's held his by his hip. The Kraut suddenly slowed, turning to Zussman, knowing he spoke German. He uttered a few words and Zussman began to reach for something at his hip.

"What's he want?" Daniels asked as I watched warily. Zussman grabbed his canteen, which told me the man was thirsty. He even smiled some, knowing the men was probably afraid. Good old Zuss.

But of course, there was no such thing as being kind. Pierson somehow saw this and stalked up to us, "goddamnit, Zussman," and knocked the water out of the Krauts hands.

I took a step back from the scene, glaring at the man who was my fatal weakness. "Lay off, Sergeant," Zussman said as he kneeled down to grab the canteen.

"What's that?" My eyes widened as Pierson pushed Zussman into the snow. "Huh?" Zussman rolled on his side and looked up at him in anger and surprise. "How's that? Huh? How's that work for you?" The Sergeant said as he stood over the Private.

"Much better," Zuss spat out dangerously.

"You sonofabitch," Pierson growled, narrowing in on him even closer. Daniels immediately went to push him back. "Hey, you stay outta this!"

Pierson tried to move back but Daniels, never afraid of the man, pushed him again. I knew immediately that something big was about to break out.

I was so distracted by the scene I didn't even notice the Kraut pick up a large rock. I stumbled back as he slammed it onto Pierson's head.

Anger flushed through me. Daniels and I both took off, me a little faster as I was lighter, chasing down the fleeing Kraut.

I realized after a solid ten seconds I could just trip him. I flicked my now red wrist as the mans feet fell over nothing.

I knew if I got to close I'd strangle the man, so I stepped back, breathing hard with anger. Out of the few emotions I could feel, anger was always the strongest.

I knew Daniels had the upper hand, but the Kraut did get a hit on his mouth.

Daniels wasn't to far down the ladder with his anger. He pressed his foot on his chest hard and aimed his gun at his head. Zussman caught up with us, "he's not worth it, Daniels."

Red spit out some blood, "dumb Kraut. Why'd you run? Must be hiding something." He dropped a knee and began searching him. He pulled a paper from his coat, and I felt Pierson's incoming presence.

"Son of a bitch was holding out on us," he handed the paper to Zussman to read. Pierson kicked the man hard, grunting in fury. I crossed my arms and waited.