Broken Promises

Wandana, mostly Wanda centered Raft story because I felt angst at 3 am. Yup.

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Time didn’t exist here.

Wanda was sure that if she could concentrate she could figure out the times the guards shifts ended, maybe track them, and learn the time that way. Just like Natasha had taught her.

But everywhere she looked the world seemed to glitch, the edges were fuzzy, the walls static. Every guard's face was blurred, erased and replaced with a blotch of color. Their guns at their hosters, the ones they had threatened her and others with when the first entered the raft, black smudges. Her cell was like the grey watercolor paints that Steve had gotten her, except the brush was too wet when she applied it to the canvas and colors seeped and blended together.

Steve.

She remembered Sam whispering to her, his breath quick and voice shaking. Her arms had been tied behind her back, her seat belts more like buckles securing her to the wall, so tight she could barely breathe.

“Steve will come back for us, just hold on tight” That’s all she could understand, she had been able to hear, over her own racing thoughts. A guard had come over a second later to break up the talking, barking about the accord’s and what not. She remembered feeling the same sensation of her powers at her fingertips, twisting, growing, burning, when she felt a pin prick on her arm and everything went dark.

That’s how she ended up here, in this blended, static cell. Her arms pinned to her sides by the navy straight jacket, the belts pulled too tight in order to stop any movement. A shock collar burned around her neck. It's a red bulb pulsing with her heartbeat.

Her neck burned and seared with pain at the slightest movement. The skin no doubt burned and was scarred underneath from the shocks. Supposedly if the collar shocked her once a minute, she wouldn’t be able to control her powers. Supposedly if they kept her in pain she couldn’t escape.

Her straight jacket had one spot that didn’t cover her skin, a rip that allowed her IV to send whatever sedatives they were pumping into her, into her system.

On top of that, she had a tube down her nose that followed through down her throat and into her stomach. Apparently she wasn’t trusted to eat like a normal person, instead a guard would come in once a day and hook the tube that flowed down her nose, to a machine. It burned her throat, but at least she was fed.