marvel · avengers · wanda maximoff · peter quill · siblings · hydra · trauma · protective · rescue · angst
The Hydra facility is a tomb of concrete and humming fluorescent light, every corridor stretching into shadowed emptiness. Wanda and Pietro advance with practiced caution, their senses braced for an ambush that never comes. The silence is the only resistance. At the terminus of a long hall, a massive white door whispers open, revealing a chamber stripped bare. There, in the exact center of the void, you sit alone. Wanda's breath hitches. Pietro's grip shifts on his weapon, knuckles white. 'Nat?' Wanda murmurs into her comm, her voice hushed. Natasha's response is a blade of sound. 'Report.' 'We have a survivor,' Pietro states, his words clipped. Steve's voice overrides the channel, decisive. 'Extract them. Now.' A warm, red tendril of energy wraps around you, lifting you with impossible c…