OUR LIFETIME « Pietro Maximoff

19 /| free your mind

*•.*[chapter nineteen]

UNREGULATED WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION weren't afforded due process. The terms of her imprisonment, along with Wanda's, would be discussed at a later date. That's all they told the two girls before they were left alone to dress in their prison uniforms.

Electric collars were placed around their necks, and they were separated into their respective cells, away from the men. There was nothing after that. No contact aside from the scrapping of food trays across the her cell.

Wanda didn't speak, so she didn't either. There were too many people listening anyway.

The underwater raft was well balanced, but she could feel the slightest rocking often. Savannah had no clue where they were, and she'd never heard of the prison before she'd stepped foot in it. Yet, it was obvious that it'd been waiting for them for a long time.

She spent her days staring at the metal walls of her cell and listening to the occasional foot falls beyond the holding area.

She thought of Pietro a lot as she floated in and out of consciousness, tiredness bleeding into fatigue with the lack of energy. She thought of all the sitcoms Wanda made her and Pietro sit through. And all the lessons he'd given her as she attempted to learn his native language.

She thought of her sister, and she thought of Steve and Bucky and Siberia and Rhodes. She thought of so many things that she was sure Wanda could hear her brain working in the silence of their cells.

Her limbs had grown stiff with misuse and at that point they'd only been there for twelve days.

On the fourteenth day, she'd drifted.

Something was leaking, Savannah realized when she came to that same day. Her powers had dulled to a single point she couldn't put her finger on, and everything was unbearably quiet aside from that incessant leaking. Her head pounded in time with the invisible droplets. She wanted desperately to mold her hands to her ears, cutting off any more of the sound, but they were trapped within a straitjacket. The blue of it nearly matched that of her confiscated suit.

"Saveria," a velvety voice called, pulling her from her thoughts. She turned slightly, hearing the buzz of her collar and a nearby camera. She was met with the clean wall of her cell. The voice came again, stronger this time and ever so patient. "Saveria."

Savannah turned to the space behind her and expected to see another pristine but smothering wall. Instead she was met with the dimness of a metal chamber, the cell bleeding into nothingness and her confines falling away.

A deep cold settled into her bones when a heavy hand stroked the crown of her head. She was remembering, but the lines between past and present were blurring.

This isn't real, this isn't real, she repeated to herself. And it wasn't, she could feel as much. "Tell me where it is."

She stared down at the rusted grate beneath her knees, words rolling off her tongue as if she wasn't the one saying them. A memory, she thought, that's all.  "I don't know what you're asking."

She was lying and they both knew it.

There was a deep sigh. "But you can feel it right now. You are tethered to it—to the stone."

There was a long pause. "Why search for me? Why not search for this stone you speak of?"

"You are the only one who has an inkling of its location. And you were easier to find." If only he knew. "I am told that the stone bends to you."

"The stone bends for no one," she spat, voice deadly. Savannah could remember feeling an overwhelming sensation of disgust in that moment. "None of them will bend to you either. In the end, we must all pay our dues."

"And I am willing."

"As was I." Blackness began to cloud her vision. She was growing more and more tired. "As was I."

"The difference is, I will hold no regrets." Pity filled his voice. He again stroked her head.

Savannah heard herself laugh, the sound unfamiliar. "You are a foolish creature, titan." Foolish, foolish, foolish, she remembered thinking.

Then there was nothing but her prison cell again and a thousand other memories floating around in her mind.

"I remember," she murmured, so quietly she wasn't sure she even said it. "I remember everything." She saw the shadow of a familiar silhouette in front of her cell. "Steve?"

She could see him now and somewhere, not very far, an alarm began to blare.

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