memory
She was back in her cell. The floor was cold and she was only wearing a dirty rag, that was long enough to cover her knees.
It had been two weeks since she and her brother had volunteered for Strucker's experiments. Two weeks without seeing her brother. It was the longest they have ever gone without each other.
She remembered being dragged out of her cell by some Hydra Agents, telling her it was her turn in the room.
That's what they called it at least. Wanda was not the first to go there and she wouldn't be the last. Whatever they were doing, they needed a lot of tries.
She was told to wait in front of a metal door, so she did, mindlessly scratching her left forearm. Suddenly the door opened and she was looking at a room that only had a glass wall and one single object in the left corner.
It was a staff with a blue stone. Wanda could feel it pulsating, not sure if that was normal or not. She didn't dare to ask.
"Finally you're here, witch.", she heard a female voice say.
She turned to look at the glass wall. Why did they call her a witch? They couldn't possibly know about her, she hadn't told anyone anything.
A second later there was a clicking sound before a male voice started speaking:"Please state your name and confirm your status."
They didn't call her witch. But then who did? Stones couldn't speak, right? The mere thought of that was absurd.
Somehow this stone wasn't normal, though. She could feel a pull towards it, but didn't dare to move unless she was told to.
"Wanda Maximoff. Volunteer.", she said, loud enough for them to hear. There was a pause, before the clicking sound was back.
"Touch the stone."
The task was simple. Yet Wanda felt that there was more to it. The voice sounded tired, annoyed even. Everyone before her must have failed. She swallowed the lump in her throat. Great.
Slowly she took a step towards the staff, but before she could take another, it started shaking. She stopped moving, watching the stone fly out of its bracket and coming to a stop in front of her.
The man's words echoed in the back of her mind. "Touch the stone."
Outstretching her hand to do as she was told, she felt the pull again, this time stronger than before when suddenly the blue surface of the stone started to crack. It eventually burst and revealed a smaller yellow stone.
Wanda had to protect her eyes from the light, holding up her hand and squeezing her eyes shut. After a few seconds her eyes had somewhat adjusted to the yellow light. She opened them again, seeing a figure fly towards her gracefully.
"Thank you, for setting me free, Wanda."
She heard the same female voice which she had heard, when she had entered the room.
"Now sleep.", she said and without another word all the yellow light was gone. The blue stone was back in the staff as if it never left.
Wanda felt her body fall to the ground as her consciousness slipped away.
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She slowly opened her eyes, groaning when she felt her head throb. Great, a headache was just what she needed right now.
She felt her brother's hand wrapping around her own. "How long was I out?", she asked, turning her head towards Pietro, who was sitting next to her bed in her new room at the Avengers Tower.
"Two days.", Pietro answered, his eyes full of concern, which made her roll her eyes. She immediately regretted it, her hand coming to her forehead and her face scrunching up in pain.
She always developed a headache after this specific dream. Why was still a mystery to her, she only knew that it happened more often than she would ever admit to her twin.
"Do you have any lieky proti bolesti (pain killers)?", she mumbled, slowly opening her eyes to look at Pietro again.
He looked horrible. Dark circles had formed underneath his eyes and his skin was still covered in dirt. His hair was messy and he looked older, worry covering his face with wrinkles.
Pietro looked at her, furrowing his brows.
"Are you sure, you want some?", he asked concered, knowing that medication was not used in favor of reducing their pain when they were with Hydra.
The young brunette reached up her hand to run her thumb over the wrinkles between her brother's eyebrows, which always appeared when he had been worrying for too long.
"Yes, I am.", she answered, her voice raspy because of her dry throat. Pietro pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
"I will find you some. Are you sure you will be okay?", he asked and she nodded. "I will be fine.", she answered, adding a half-hearted smile. He kissed her cheek for good measure, before leaving her alone in her room.
As soon as the door was closed, Wanda sighed loudly. "Why do you keep showing me this memory?", she asked out loud.
"So you don't forget that you're not alone."