When Time Collides ★ [2] ✔

Asunder

CHARACTER POSTER - Scarlet Witch

I had a feeling that Clint and Natasha—being spies—would be searching the airwaves for some sort of message from me. I obliged.

I'd realised where I was. The cold air. The damp smell. The darkness in the distance through a small window. I was in Sokovia. I was hidden, trapped, in the basement of the HYDRA base.

I pulled apart some technology strewn on a workbench in my cell. I could use it to ping off the closest cell tower and send my message through Morse Code. It was a good thing I knew it well; I'd have to since I aided Samuel Morse in its creation. Good thing I remembered. It would've been a huge insult to his memory if I didn't.

I sat in the corner of my cell with my small invention in my hand, and I sent my message to any net I could reach:

Muderbot. Sokovia. Trapped at H. Base. Send help. And tacos.

And so the waiting game began.

I hugged my knees as I backed further into my corner, tugging at my shackles every now and then. Machinery roared around me. I heard singing, deep and gruff and metallic, slow and somewhat slurred.

"I had strings to hold me down," Ultron sang, "to make me fret, to make me frown. I had strings, but now I'm free. There are no strings on me."

I prayed with all my being to any god who would listen that someone, anyone, would rescue me soon. I took a shaky breath. I wanted Steve. I needed him. I felt safe with him nearby. I didn't feel remotely secure without his arm brushing mine, without his hand slipping into mine. I was so used to his company in bad situations like this that I felt lost without him.