The Chameleon [Avengers Fanfiction]

Chapter 11

Tony's POV
It took a lot of digging, but I had finally found information on AQR. I gasped. No way. I quickly ran up to the others and pulled of the information.

"Still no name, but, she was taken when she was 9 from her house, experimented on and made into the worlds youngest assassin. 94 kills in her career.
Alias: AQR, or Acquire.
Skills: Can pull blades out of nowhere, camouflage, and super strength.
Status: Out of commission. Brain washed after taking a bullet willingly." There was a picture of 9 year old Cami, and then later pictures where you couldn't see her face. Everyone was silent. Then it hit me, we needed to warn Wanda. If she took in those memories without any warning, something could go wrong. I hurried downstairs.

"Wanda!"

"Yes Stark?" I showed her everything.

"Just be careful, and be prepared for anything." She nodded solemnly.

"I can't imagine why's he went through. And I thought my life was bad. I'm going to try and pull some memories. Please go up and tell them not to disturb us. No matter what." I nodded and hurried up to tell them.

Wanda's POV
I prepared myself for the worst. I was going to stagger the memories. One bad and then one good, it would keep both her and me sane. I entered her mind and fished for memories. Then suddenly one came up. I pulled at it and stuck it in its place, then it began.

It started at her house. Then she heard a knock at the door. Her father opened it and a gunshot rang out. Her mother gasped and then another shot followed. She ran as fast as she could, and ran under her bed.

"Come out come out wherever you are." A creepy voice said. She shivered under her bed and started to cry. Then a metal arm came under the bed and snatched her out.
"You're coming with me." The man said. I recognized him as Bucky. He then injected a needle into her neck and she slipped unconscious.

I pulled myself out as the memory finished. I shivered. I quickly found a snippet of a good memory and pulled it out. It was from before she was taken, her hanging out with her family. I sighed in relief. One down, lots to go.

Two days later, I had retrieved a lot of her memories. Everyone was nervous, most of us didn't sleep, and when we did, it was filled with nightmares. I was exhausted, but I couldn't stop now, almost half her memories were out and I needed to keep going. I got to the next memory. I wasn't ready.

They dragged her out of her room, that was more like a cell. She was strapped down to a table and it began. Needles were injected into her, most likely to try and give her powers. They took her blood, but not with needles. They cut her with knives, taking blood and not stitching them back up. She started crying, she looked about 9 in this. But when she cried, they just laughed. Laughed and laughed. The sound echoed through the room and bounced off the cold metal walls.

"No, please stop. Stop!" She cried hysterically. They didn't care. They injected more needles into her, one big one into her wrists, and threw her in a capsule. She curled up in the bottom, bleeding and crying. Then they injected a fog. It turned the inside white and you couldn't see anything. A faint pounding came through the thick metal sides. Eventually it stopped, the fog dissipated and the dragged her back to her room.

I shivered as I pulled out. There were hardly any happy memories left, so I would have to double up horrible ones.

"Wanda? Are you ok?" I turned and smiled at the sound of the voice.

"I'm fine Cami. It's just a lot of work."

"Wanda, you need some rest. You look horrible."

"I have to get you out I can't rest."

"Wanda." She tried to touch my arm, but it just went through. "Please. I know you're all worried, but I've survived worse. Please get some rest. You still have 4 days. Get some rest." She pleaded with me. I looked at her. She was desperate.

"Alright." I sighed. "I'll get a nap. But I'm coming back right after." She nodded.

"And please tell the other not to worry. I'll be fine." I nodded and pulled myself out of her mind, and almost collapsed from exhaustion. I closed my eyes, and fell into a deep sleep, not before projecting into everyone's minds that she was ok.

Tony's POV
She's ok. I'm assuming that what everyone heard in their minds, as they all looked up from the documents they were holding. I could hear a collective sigh.

"I'm assuming she's asleep. Steve why don't you bring her up to her room." Nat suggested. Steve got up and went down to find Wanda. I sighed. This was going to cut it close, but Wanda really needed all her strength. I felt helpless. Usually I could just invent something to solve the problem, but not this time. Everyone went to their rooms leaving me sitting in the common room. I walked down to my lab and started to tinker, letting my mind wander while I was at it. What if we never got her out? No I couldn't think like that. We had it figured out. Wanda was getting memories back and we still had four days. If only there was a way to get them out faster. Then a lightbulb went off. If we could find the one memory that was keeping everything back, we could get all her memories back. I started to work, trying to think of possible memoirs that would have significance. I listed all the ones I could think of, working well into the early hours. I yawned, still refusing to sleep. But eventually, it took over. And my vision slowly turned to black as I laid my head on my desk.