1Chapter One: The Strange Girl
Wanda Maximoff found herself on a truck surrounded by Nazis. She turned to her brother, who nodded to her. There was no going back now.
They looked around the truck at the other children who had been rounded up for being in prime physical condition. She and her brother weren't. They had volunteered. The other children hadn't and would never see their families again, and she did feel bad for them, but nothing could be done. After all, Wanda and Pietro would never see their parents again either.
There was a large boy sitting next to her brother. Across from him sat what looked like his twin, and at the other end of the truck there was a girl holding a baby in her arms. The baby started to cry. When they reached their destination, the baby was ripped from her sister's arms. The other children were taken into the lab with them and she would see them time to time, though they never spoke to each other. Wanda could never remember seeing the baby again. Bit by bit, the others died in horrific ways. Only she and her brother were left.
It was their quest for revenge that kept them alive, or so she thought. It was also this hatred towards Stark that kept her and her brother loyal without a fault to Hydra. They were still kept in a cage, but she saw nothing wrong with that. They had turned her and Pietro into something dangerous. And when the time came for them to fight the Avengers for Hydra, they tried their hardest. In the end, however, they realized that teaming up with Ultron wasn't the best decision they had ever made. It was almost as bad as volunteering for Hydra in the first place. Sadly, the decision resulted in her brother's death.
After her people were threatened, including children like those who died with them in the lab, were threatened, she realized that she was on the wrong side. Now, not only was she on Stark's side, but she was a part of the Avengers.
Wanda was making breakfast. "Good Morning Wanda," said Vision as he came up behind her.
"Good morning Vision."
"Have you seen the Captain?"
"No. Can't you sense where he is?"
"Of course, I was just wondering if you had spoken with him yet. He left earlier this morning, if I'm not mistaken. He said it was some sort of errand, and I was hoping you knew what he meant."
Just then Natasha headed in. "Cap called. He wants us in the bunker." Wanda turned off the burner before following Natasha to the elevator. Vision had already begun to phase through the floor. Before she got there, she could see that just outside a plane was landing as the ground opened up for it.
Wanda entered the secure bunker and followed Natasha past the launch decks and turned down a hallway that held a few secure meeting rooms. They went into one. Vision was already there waiting for them. After several minutes, the Captain entered followed by Mr. Stark. Since he had formally given up his role as an Avenger, they were surprised to see him there, but an explanation was to come. "Alright, I don't know how else to explain things, but…" Captain America started, "we found someone who is gifted, like some of us here."
"What do you mean?" Wanda asked. "Like who?"
"Like someone with superpowers."
"I wasn't aware we were the only ones to possess certain un-human abilities," said Vision.
"We aren't," said Stark. "There are some who are more gifted than others. SHIELD usually takes care of those who cannot control their powers. However, as we all know SHIELD has disbanded. Well, for the most part. I have been contacted by Director Fury, and seeming how you all know he is supposed to be dead, it must be something important. He found someone who needs to be contained with technology only we can provide."
"Alright, who it it?" asked Natasha.
"It is a girl." said Cap. The three looked at each other. Why were they given a child to look over?
They followed the two down the hall and past the lab until they reached what looked like a room, with a bed, and a table and two chairs at the opposite end, all bolted to the floor. There was also a toilet and a sink. On the bed lay a teenage girl with blond hair, and she was unconscious. Additionally, not only was she attached to an I.V., but she was restrained heavily. They could see into the room via a one-way screen, a technology that Stark had helped to invent. It literally looked like and was as sturdy as a wall on one side, and on the other it was clear as a window. And of course, these weren't ordinary walls.
Natasha spoke first. "What can she do?"