Wanda Maximoff (highlyconnected) wrote in avengers_logs, @ 2018-03-10 07:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | -complete, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff |
Who: Wanda & Pietro Maximoff
What: Nightmares
When: Saturday 10th, very early morning
Rating/Warnings: Amber - mentions of past trauma & Pietro's inevitable foul mouth
It’s dark, and she’s alone. The bars are electrified on command, the collar is turned on if she so much as raises her head. She twitches, unable to move, afraid to move. The pain in her neck from the shocks isn’t easing, neither is the sharp ache from the chafing of the collar against her skin.
Her legs hurt, her back hurts. She can’t breathe. They come regularly, they taunt her, tease her, goad her into reacting to give them an excuse to turn the collar on and laugh at her as she lies prone and twitching, convulsing as her body’s wracked with several thousand volts so she’s shut down completely, staring vacantly into nothingness, retreating inside her mind where she once took solace but now it’s just black.
Black and empty.
She’s lost on an island.
You know, I’m twelve minutes older than you.
His voice is wrong, she can’t remember the sound. It’s been too long. She can’t remember what his voice sounds like, or what his smile looks like. She can’t remember the touch of his hand in hers, the brush of his fingertips over her hair or the gentle kiss of his lips against her forehead as he murmurs that everything’s going to be alright.
She remembers how it felt, the sensation of bullets ripping through her skin. She remembers screaming and falling to her knees, she remembers being ready to die.
She’s alone on an island surrounded by her own grief, fractured memories of the time before swirling around her but she can’t grab them, or catch them.
The collar’s on, she’s twitching again. They let her out twice a day to eat and use the bathroom. They let her shower once every three days. They have cattle prods and they watch, she has no privacy and it’s as humiliating as anything she’s ever undergone. Even when Strucker had them, he gave them peace and privacy. He treated them well. It’s hard to remember now why he was the enemy. He never treated them this badly.
He never pretended to be on her side but turned her over to people that hurt her. She knew he didn’t want her in the fight. Wanted to protect her. Cared about her and Pietro not just as the only ones that survived.
Go she tells him. And he runs. He runs to his death and if she only tells him to stay he would still be alive, still with her.
It is your fault he says, body rising from the tides of her grief. He is pale, ghoulish. His body is bleeding from bullet wounds too numerous to count. His clothes are ripped and stained and he stumbles like a zombie towards her, joints pierced. Blood falls from the corner of his mouth. You sent me to die he says, and he reaches out for her.
She does not resist. Her penance is to pay for being responsible for the death of her brother.
But it is not his hand that reaches for her. It is Ross, General Ross who wants to lock her away. You’re a danger, he says. A murderer. He shows her the bodies of the Wakandans she killed. They look at her with dead eyes and tell her it’s her fault they’re dead. She killed them, just like she killed her brother. Just like she killed all those people who died at the hands of the Hulk in South Africa. Just like every Sokovian who died when the city fell to the ground. Weapons of mass destruction need to be controlled he says.
She hears Tony Stark agree. She hears Vision agree. Steve does not say aloud that he agrees but she can hear it in his mind; they are afraid of her. They are all afraid of her. They do not trust her. She hears them tell her that she should be locked up.
The collar’s on again.
Wanda screams.