Escape
The next while--years, she guessed, from how her hair had grown way longer and her thin body grew taller, as well as her face maturing--went by in a flurry. A painful flurry, that is. Wanda was in her cell most of the time, but at least twice a day she was led out into this lablike room, where she was injected with various liquids and forced to run many tests. She was then sent back to her cell with a reward--a dish filled with American food. She wasn't even sure what it was, it just seemed to be this rubbery tube of meat stuffed between bread and thin orange slices of plastic on either side of it, with thin chunks of what vaguely tasted like potato. The food tasted horrible, but it was all she got, and it was at least fairly filling.
Wanda also began to exhibit signs of the power she'd been promised. Red mist could filter out of her fingers and move things around as she willed, and she discovered she could hear what people were thinking, as well as control their thoughts. She had taught herself English and German by listening to the worker's thoughts, all throughout the night. All this power was terrifying to her; she didn't want it anymore! It didn't matter what Tony did, she just wanted to go back to the old cottage she lived in with her siblings, lie down, and never move for the rest of eternity.
One morning, she lay on the thin cot she called a bed, her eyes fixated on her hands. She was playing with the red haze as it weaved its way through her fingers. It was so delicate, so beautiful...she loved this little mist. It was so fun.
The door swung open, and Wanda swung around, sitting upright. A guard stood in the doorway, his eyes on her. What color were his eyes? They seemed a dark brown, from where she sat, but she wasn't quite sure. "The Baron requests you come to the meeting room to see the others," he said in a stiff tone. "He said it's time."
She was then led by the arm into the large room with a vaulted ceiling she recognized as the meeting room. In it stood a group of people--the other experiments. Actually, no, there were less than the original seven. One, two, three, four. There were four others. A boy about her age with white hair, a younger girl with green hair, and an older girl with brown hair that had purple streaks. The green-haired girl was conversing with the fourth person: a blond boy.
The white-haired boy looked up. His eyes were a bright, electric blue. Wanda recognized him immediately: Pietro. Gone was his brown hair and green eyes. Why? "Wanda!" he chirped, and in the blink of an eye, he stood directly in front of her, grinning impishly. "See what I can do now? I'm real strong, too! Oh! Oh! Do you recognize Lorna and Anya?" He pointed first to the green-haired girl, and the other brunette. "And Alex! Did you know Alex volunteered, too?" He jerked his thumb at the blond boy.
Wanda stared on in shock. Her siblings looked so different...and Alex had volunteered too? Oh, God, poor Alex! She would never wish this sort of torture upon anyone, ever!
Pietro bounced on his heels, smirking. "Soon, we'll be able to take on the Avengers!" He wore a black tracksuit accented with white, which complimented his twin sister's black dress. Lorna wore a green dress, while Anya wore black trousers and a violet blouse, matched with a black leather jacket with sleeves that came to the elbows. Curiously, she also had on leather gloves. Alex wore trousers and a black shirt.
"Wanda, dear sister!" Anya spread her arms as she came over to her siblings, grinning widely. Her pupils were slits, like a cat's, and her irises were an eerie violet, that matched her blouse. "I'm assuming you got power, too. Absolutely perfect! Want to see what I can do?" She removed the glove from her right hand, extending it and taking Wanda's in hers. Anya focused, and a shock of pain wracked her sister's body. Wanda cried out, collapsing to her knees.
"Anya!" Pietro scolded, quickly pushing her away and kneeling beside Wanda. "Wan? You okay? I'm sorry. She did the same thing to me. God, she's so stupid," he mumbled, pulling her against him. She curled into him shakily. It'd been like someone had stabbed her and electrocuted her at the exact same time! It hurt so much...
Suddenly, a tinny voice was heard on the intercom. "Report to your stations immediately. This is not a drill. We are under attack! We are UNDER ATTACK!" Agents ran this way and that in uniform, holding guns and weapons. Wanda looked around in confusion, standing as she took Pietro's hand in hers without a noise. What was going on?
"You know what this means, right?" An eerie smile had crept onto Anya's face as she turned to look at her siblings. When they merely looked confused, she added, "The Avengers have come. Time for revenge."