Experiments
The building was much larger inside than it seemed to be on the outside. It was certainly far larger than any of the other buildings the children had been in. They were led into a large room where a set of cells lay waiting. Anya looked around, her green eyes that proved she was a Maximoff calculating everything. Wanda pressed up against her eldest sister, hugging Pietro's arm. She didn't like this building already. Maybe they should have stayed home...
"It is okay, children," the translator stated for the men, inclining his head toward them. "We are not here to harm you. Only to make you better. Stronger. More powerful." The bald man turned toward the other man, murmuring something before pointing at Wanda. She watched them both almost curiously. What were they speaking about?
"What exactly will you do to us?" Pietro asked, stepping forward and puffing out his chest as if doing so made him seem tougher. "I want details."
The translator looked at the other men before he translated, "We will be doing a series of experiments on you. Do not worry! They will not be harmful. They will not hurt at all." He then grinned a little and murmured something that sounded suspiciously like, "At least, we hope." A shiver went down Wanda's spine. The more she stood here, with her siblings and the other chosen volunteers, the more she regretted all of this. The more she regretted volunteering.
"Anya," she whispered, tugging at her elder sister's sleeve. "I do not like this."
"Hush, Wanda. We'll finally get justice for our parents. We'll finally kill Mr. Stark." Anya shook her head at her sister, her eyes narrowing at her. That shut the younger girl up. She watched silently as the men came toward them. The other volunteers were led separately, one by one, into individual cells. That was when Wanda became to panic.
Were they going to separate her from her family? Was she going to be in a cell by herself, away from Anya, Lorna, and Pietro? She couldn't have that! She couldn't be alone! Alone was scary! She gripped tighter onto Pietro's arm, her green eyes as wide as possible. She was terrified.
The bald man looked at the translator, who said, "Do not worry, young one. You will only be alone for a little bit." That didn't make her feel any better--worse, if anything. She had no reason to trust these strangers. She didn't even know them! For all she knew, they were lying.
She felt a sudden shaking form press up against her side, and she turned to see little Lorna hugging her side. Wanda placed her hand on the back of Lorna's head gently, stroking her hair comfortingly. "Shh," she whispered, letting out a quiet breath. It was hard to reassure someone when you weren't feeling all too well yourself.
Soon, the other volunteers were fully in their cells. The translator turned to face the siblings. "This is Dr. List," he said, gesturing to the grey-haired man, who smiled at them, "and this is the Baron." He pointed at the bald man, who nodded stiffly at them. "They will take good care of you, children." The supposed doctor stepped forward, extending a hand to little Lorna. He said something, translated to, "C'mere, little one. We'll take good care of you. Promise."
Lorna looked up at her siblings. Anya gave a nod and a smile of approval. "It's okay, Lorn. Go on ahead." Pietro looked stiff, and Wanda chewed on her lower lip anxiously. Lorna stepped forward, her chubby little hand slipping into the older man's--he told her his name was Alaric--and letting him lead her toward the cells. He was careful with the child, holding the door open for her before closing it behind her gently.
Wanda sucked in a shaking breath, looking up at her siblings slowly. Soon it would be her turn. Soon she would be led to her own cell. To her doom?
Alaric walked back to the group, kneeling in front of Wanda. "You ready?" he asked her gently, giving her a smile. It seemed like a warm, inviting smile, but Wanda could see through it: it was the smile of a viper, luring its victim in before it would go in for the bite.
She stepped back, shaking her head a little, but Anya put her hand on her sister's shoulder. "Yes, she's ready," the oldest said stiffly, pushing her toward Alaric. The man chuckled, leading her toward her cell.
"I promise no harm will come to you, miss. You'll be living like a princess," he said, holding the door of the cell open. Slowly, she entered the cell with a sigh. And she did believe him that time, but not the type of princess he was thinking of. She saw herself as--oh, what was her name? Oh! Rapunzel.
Wanda felt like Princess Rapunzel, being locked away and used up to someone's advantage. She just had to wait for her prince to rescue her.