The Force -Marvel-

Chapter 15

They should have run.

They should have run as far as possible from that airport, but unfortunately, they didn't. Now, Lydia had been arrested with several charges against her. They were preparing to transfer her somewhere else, along with the others.

Her body ached, bruises covering her body. She was still wearing Natasha's old uniform, which was covered in dirt and burn marks. They hadn't bothered to change her clothes. Lydia figured they were too scared to get close to her. She watched the two guards—her attention shifting when three more walked over.

"Why doesn't she have on the monitoring device?" The man looked at Lydia with disgust. She knew him. It was Secretary Ross. "She could have blown you all to shreds. She's dangerous. So put that device on her now!" Lydia stared back at him with a blank face. Her powers were unuseful to her right now, and even if she could use them, she wouldn't. 

The guard nodded and grabbed the device. Lydia studied it carefully. Another guard grabbed her roughly and forced her to stand up. Secretary Ross watched as the guards undid her cuff.s Lydia never fought back. She numbly held her arms out, mind distant. They slipped the metal device over her wrists. It made a beeping sound as they latched it.

The larger guard grabbed a metal band and placed it around her neck. Like the new cuffs, it clicked as it latched. At once, they all stepped back from her. "Don't try escaping," Ross spoke with a sly smile. Lydia stared at him. "That device on your neck monitors your energy levels. If you get over a normal energy level, it will begin to balance it out. We have something else waiting for you at the facility, but this is for transport. You'll have two heavily armed guards to escort you with instructions to shoot first." When Lydia didn't respond, he grunted. "Bring her to the chopper."

Again the larger guard grasped her elbow and began dragging her down the hallway. The halls were much brighter than the room. Lydia scanned the grey walls that had no windows or doors.

They marched her out the open doors and toward the awaiting chopper. Her steps faltered when she noticed the large aircraft that would be taking her toward her final destination. Whatever prison they had waiting for her. The guards noticed her hesitation and shoved her forward. Lydia stumbled but regained her balance.

They walked up the ramp. Inside there were several masked agents. Lydia kept her head down, afraid to make eye contact. To her surprise, the man forced her into a small room that the others were seated in. A sense of hope formed inside her at the idea of not being alone. The first one to notice her was Clint, who breathed a sigh of relief.

Lydia and Wanda had been kept separate since they were arrested due to her abilities. The other three were held together and weren't told Wanda and Lydia's location. Wanda had only boarded a few minutes prior. 

"Sit down," the man ordered, and Lydia readily complied. She sat furthest away from the others, not making eye contact. Alone on the other side was Wanda, who was wearing the same device Lydia had on. Although their powers differed significantly, Wanda seemed to be having more of an effect from it. The guard stayed by her side. 

The aircraft shifted as it took off. All Lydia did was stare at the ground. This was her life now. She had made her choice, and this was the consequence.

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The aircraft came to a shaky stop. There was a loud clinking sound and several thuds. "Does anyone know where we are?" Scott whispered, glancing at the guards. Sam turned around, shaking his head. He was by the only window. It was small, but he could still see.

"Middle of the goddamn ocean," Sam sighed. No one understood what that meant. They had landed. How were they in the ocean?

"Middle of the ocean?" Sam never responded. The chopper shifted as it was lowered. Lydia didn't know where they were. She had no idea what kind of facility they were at. It wouldn't be a normal prison. Not with who they were. It would be special.

The doors opened a few minutes later, and several guards in different color uniforms rushed in. Lydia scooted back in her seat, but it was pointless. They quickly got their hands on her and escorted her out.

Her eyes quickly landed on Ross, who was standing with a few other men in suits. "I want Lang, Wilson, and Barton in sector C. Maximoff and Romanoff in sector B." Lydia felt her heart stop hearing they were being split apart.

"What," Clint quickly turned around in the guard's arms. "You can't split us up. Lydia!"

"It's a matter of safety," Ross said. Lydia could only stand there helplessly, watching her friends get dragged into another part of the prison. She would be without them.

"Lydia," Clint shouted. "It's going to be okay!" Lydia couldn't bring herself to say anything. Fear consumed her. 

The guards dragged her away. Lydia willingly went with them. There was no point in fighting. 

The guard waved a key, and the doors to their section opened. Lydia stepped forward, studying everything around her. The building or container they were in seemed indestructible. It was made of heavy metals. Turning a corner, she noticed a long hallway with three doors on each side. Simultaneously on both sides, there was a loud buzz. The doors opened on their own. Before she knew it, Lydia was tossed into the one on the left and Wanda into the one on the right.

The room was bright white with even brighter lights shining down. It was completely windowless, with three video recording devices in the corners. She stared up at the man standing in the doorway. "Home sweet home." And with that, the door slammed shut.

Lydia laid in the middle of the room. Her eyes closed, a single tear rolling down her cheek. For the second time in her life, she was a prisoner.