Chapter 1
October 31st, 2016
After training with Katrina and the experimentation that inevitably comes with it, I was trapped inside my room. My cell. 2 hours we lasted. 2 hours in the ring constantly going at each other, to no avail so they decided we both won. Except. We didn't.
We definitely didn't.
So I decide to escape.
But when?
How?
Where would I go?
Where even was I?
Who would I go to?
My mind raced with thoughts and possibilities as I started tapping out a message to Katrina through our walls. Hoping she'd come with me. Knowing she wouldn't.
It was hard knowing she had changed in just a few months. It was earth-shattering. Simply heartbreaking. We used to tell each other everything. Now I tell my walls. And cave inside my mind.
Forty-Eight hours. That was all it took for me to plan my escape. The next stage was the execution. Or it would be my own.
I mean it was an easy enough plan. It did involve a few potential deaths, but those assholes deserved it, after what they did to me. So, if I had to kill a few of them to get the hell out of here I did.
My world has already been destroyed so why can't theirs?
They've already destroyed so many, theirs deserves to be blown to smithereens. Sadly, I have no clue where to find the items necessary for gunpowder otherwise I would literally blow up their world.
The only question now is when?
Because I can't stand this place much longer. Not after what their people have done to my ancestors and me. Not after everything they've put me through. Not after the experimentation. Not after the broken childhood, they gave me. Not after what they did to Katrina. Not after what they did to hopeless people. To people who needed help. To people with no chance in this world. To people doomed by their choice of allies. To doomed people.
As I stood in front of the mirror in the communal lavatories, that had been my bathroom for 10 years, I tied my white hair off my face trying to form some sort of cohesive ponytail bun thing before turning on the tap in front of me and splashing water on my face. When I looked up into the mirror I swore I saw Pietro standing behind me and out of anger, frustration and so many more emotions I don't know the names of, I punched the old jaded mirror, forcing it to crack and splinter a thousand times over.
I peered up to the right-hand corner of the room I saw the annoying blinking of the security camera, they were watching, they always are. I watched as that light flickered out. I mentally take not to send Katrina a gift from wherever I go. But for now, I only have about 45 seconds before they realize their system broke down.
Putting one foot in front of the other I started running toward my room quickly grabbing the bag with all of my most important stuff, and the ring. That ring meant everything. Even if I had to drop everything else I would save that ring. I made it past Katrina's room as she ran out ready to come with me even though only 5 minutes ago she had said she'd rather die than go because she had no idea how to survive.
There was only 100 meters between us and the quinjet, we could finally make it. The sudden ring of bullets startled me but not as much as the thump of a body hitting the floor to my right. I couldn't look back. I can't look back. No matter what I can't look back. I have to go, get out of here. I looked. I shouldn't have.
"KATRINA!!!!" I screamed in horror as I took small steps back bringing my wings up around me to protect me from the bullets still soaring through the air.
Now I truly had to get out of here. All I had to do was make it to the hanger doors. 50 meters. That's it then there's the exterior guards to get past, but they may think I'm going out on a mission.
Like I said earlier I was wrong to hope. Why do guns have to be so... powerful? Evil?
My answer is that they are made by humans and everything made by humans, even when made with the best intentions, becomes evil.
I did make it out of the base but I still had no clue where the hell I was. Not that far below me I spotted a cluster of old buildings and a field just before them. So, I decided to land and ask someone or find a sign, anything.
The first thing I spotted was a sign painted with the words: Wantage. I spent the next two hours scurrying around trying to find some food, shelter and a map so I could figure out where Wantage was.
I had found a place to stay with the little money I had stolen from HYDRA, before crashing onto the bed, curling up and crying because everything was so fucking wrong with my life. But by morning I was letting the sunlight through the blinds only to find that it was past midday. I raced around the room getting ready to leave and get out of the sights of HYDRA.
I took the stairs two at a time as a ran down them making a beeline to the exit, while contemplating whether or not to jump dimensions to get away from them, finally deciding against it. Choosing instead to get on a bus going towards Didcot and trying to get on a train to London, from there hopefully I would be able to find a way back to Sokovia, hopefully being able to see Wanda again. That is if she remembers me. Or wants to talk to me. Or to see me. Or acknowledge I exist.
I hope that maybe she has a life I just can't, won't fit into. But maybe just maybe she'll be excited to see me and maybe she'll want her little sister in her life.
But again I know I'm wrong to hope
I always bloody am.
But maybe this time will be different because there is no HYDRA looming over me now.