The Age of Miracles- Maximoff Twins Oneshots •Temporarily On Hold•

Am I Clear?

Written especially for jruecker22 . I hope you like it!

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Pietro ran laps around the facility. His stomach was churning. Wanda had gotten captured on their previous mission, and he was worried sick. Anything could be happening to her! Anything! Almost every part of his body ached or stung. Her pain. And he knew it was weakened. He hadn't been this anxious for her safety since Sokovia.

For whatever reason, their telepathy wasn't working. He didn't know why. It scared him. Two terrible hours later, Sam ran over to him. "She's in the infirmary-" He hadn't completed his sentence, but Pietro didn't care. A second later, he was at her side.

Her eyes were closed, her body still. Cuts and bruises covered her exposed skin. Her clothes were ripped in several places. Pietro felt anger blazing in his body. The doctor came over with a hospital gown. She gently lifted Wanda up. She tried to shoo Clint and Pietro out of the room- "It will only take a few minutes. This is just to respect her privacy as much as possible." Clint nodded and left the room.

Pietro crossed his arms, making his intentions clear. The doctor sighed. "Mr. Maximoff, please. It will only take a minute."

"It's fine. She wouldn't mind. I'm her twin, after all. We were naked in the womb together." He furrowed his eyebrows. "You know what? I really wish that thought hadn't come into my head. That might be my most regretted thought ever."

The doctor turned slightly to hide her smile. "If you are certain that she wouldn't mind," She said, giving in. She slipped off Wanda's corset, before grabbing the disinfectant and a needle and thread.

Pietro stared at Wanda in shock. She was just covered in wounds. It made his gut twist. Whoever did to her- they would be sorry. Very sorry.

After cleaning the injuries, the doctor- who Pietro learned was Dr. Jeffery- picked up and threaded the needle. Pietro couldn't resist his cringe. After HYDRA's experiments, neither of the twins could stand needles.

He kept his eyes on Wanda's face as Dr. Jeffery slipped the needle through Wanda's skin. Wanda stirred slightly, giving a pathetic whimper.

Pietro ran his hand through her hair, trying to calm her, and keep her asleep. Despite his efforts, her eyes opened. Tears of pain rapidly began falling down her cheeks. Pietro felt a few tears of his own slip. "Hey, Wanda. Sis, it'll be ok. She's just fixing you. It will be over soon."

"I want it over now," Wanda croaked.

"Me, too," Pietro told her.

The doctor slipped Wanda into the gown. She raised it to Wanda's hips, before tugging down Wanda's pants.

The brunette yelped in surprise. She looked down, shivering. She hated how exposed her legs were with only her panties on.

Pietro hated how uncomfortable his sister clearly was. The way she shivered at the cool air on her legs, the flinching and sniffling whenever she got sutures. It broke Pietro's heart into tiny little pieces. Whoever did this to her was gonna pay, big time.

He felt her eyes on him, so he locked eyes with her. She reached up, her arm shaking. Her hand rested on his cheek. "Pietro?"

"Yes, Sestra?"

"Can I-do you want me to-" She started coughing. Blood spilled over her lips, and she gasped for breath.

Dr. Jeffery immediately stopped what she was doing. She barked to a nurse to get an MRI ready. The nurse nodded, and ran off. "Spit as much of that blood out as you can, Wanda."

Wanda did as she was told, shaking. She was rushed off for an MRI. This time, the doctor insisted that Pietro had to leave. He didn't get a choice.

Wanda met Pietro's eyes again. Her glowed red for a second before she was wheeled away. Pietro suddenly felt very dizzy. He collapsed on a chair right outside of the infirmary, his head in his hands. Memories that didn't belong to flashed through his mind.

He was in a dark room. Wanda was chained to a wall. A man walked in front of her. "What do you want?" Wanda spat. "Information?"

"Nah, sweetheart. What I want is to hurt the Avengers. And how better to hurt them than by hurting their youngest member, hmm?"

Wanda growled at him. He slapped her. "Nuh-uh-uh. We're not gonna do that. Now, let's get to it, shall we?"

He started to torture her, cutting her with knives and whips, beating her. Though she tried not to show her pain, she eventually succumbed. After far too long, yells were heard down the hall. "Looks like your friends are here." He smirked. "I just wanna do one more thing." He shoved his hand down her pants. She screamed.

Clint and Sam burst into the room. As soon as they saw what was happening, they rushed over. Sam started beating the heck out of the guy. Clint unchained Wanda, trying to comfort her. She was sobbing. Some blood dribbled out of her mouth, but Clint couldn't tell if it was serious or not. He stroked her hair, carrying her to the quinjet. He didn't really know what to do. Wanda eventually cried herself to sleep.

The images stopped, and Pietro knew exactly what to do.

"Maximoff?" He looked up to see Sam standing there. "You ok?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. Where's the guy?" His voice was as cold as ice.

"In one of the cells downstairs. Don't do anything stupid."

"I won't!" Pietro soon skidded to a stop in front of the man's cell. Pietro slammed his fists around the bars. "What the h*** did you do to my sister?!"

"I just had a little fun."

Pietro glared.

"Not that kind. You're a dirty minded fellow, aren't ya?"

"I know you touched her." Pietro snarled.

The man laughed. "Is that what this about? Honestly, if you should be mad at anything, it's that she's your sister. She have a boyfriend? Cuz I really would love to-"

Pietro was in the cell faster than the man could react. He punched him in the jaw. His head slammed against the wall hard enough to bleed. The awful excuse for a human being clutched his head, looking up at Pietro. "What the h***, man?! All I was saying is that she would be a great-"

Pietro pinned him against the wall. "Don't you DARE finish that sentence, you sick bas**rd! My sister is not some toy! I will NOT let anyone speak about her like she is!" He kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. "Say one more thing about her, just one more, and let's just say that you wouldn't be able to fulfill those words! Do I make myself clear?!"

The man didn't look so confident now.

"I SAID, AM I CLEAR?!"

The man gulped, nodding. Pietro punched him in the face. He crumpled to the floor. The silver haired speedster repeatedly slammed his foot against the horrible man's unconscious body before leaving to check on his sister's progress.

He arrived at the doors. He had to wait another half hour, but he was finally let in. He was told that they'd had to preform surgery on one of Wanda's lungs.

He was even more furious. His sweet sister didn't deserve this. He was about to go beat up the guy some more when he felt a thin hand wrap around his.

He glanced down to see his sister looking up at him. "Please stay," She whispered.

Pietro sighed. "Of course I will." He pulled up a chair and held onto her hand. He watched her relax.

As much as he wanted to kill that guy, it would have to wait. His sister wanted him, so him she would have.