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From a distance Wanda watched the Raft rise from its waters. With every second they got closer to this prison, her anxiety got bigger. Only 24 hours ago they got a request to visit the Raft. The inmate with number 235 asked for a meeting with no other than Captain America himself. He asked Wanda to come with her, knowing her ability to read minds and emotions to come in handy. A shaky breath escaped her lips, it had been 2 years since she had sabotaged everything, since she took advantage of her trust. Wanda hooped she could contain herself from hurting her, hopefully she could stay calm. “Don’t worry, I will do the talking, she won’t get the opportunity to speak to you”, Steve put his hands over Wanda’s trying to calm her nerves.
The quinjet landed on the helipad, where Lieutenant Campbell awaited their arrival. “Captain Rogers, Miss Maximoff, glad you could make it so quick”, he greeted, giving them a hand, “She’s going to dive soon, please go inside”, Lieutenant Campbell motioned for the door, as the dive alarm sounded. Wanda stopped at the entrance, something felt off, she couldn’t pinpoint it, but there was something off. “Miss Maximoff are you coming?” the Lieutenant asked, “Nervous, ma’am?”, eyeing her, “I’m not fond of tight spaces”, Wanda smiles, lying to the Lieutenant, she didn’t trust him. Speeding up her pass, so she was walking next to Steve, “Somethings off Steve, I can’t figure out what it is, but keep your eyes open”, she whispered to the tall Avenger.
Once they went through security and had a clearance card, they were escorted towards an interrogations room. It was a cold white room, with a metal table and chairs. A big glass window framed the left wall and cameras on each side of the room. It felt like an eternity before prisoner 235 was escorted in. Once she was cuffed to the table, the soldier accompany her, took his place in the corner. Wanda looked him over, there was something about him. He seemed familiar, like she had seen him elsewhere. Steve also looked at the soldier, for a moment he thought he saw Rumlow in the solider. But shook it away, knowing Rumlow was in a prison in Russia. Looking at the person in front of him, how he would love to wipe that smug smile of her face, “What do you want, Sharon?”, Steve asks clenching his jaw. “Ooh, just wanted to see your face again, you know how I’m, always wanting to see your face. By the way that beard looks good on you Stevie”, Sharon smiles, leaning back in her chair. “Good to see you to, Wanda”, grinning at the reaction she get from Wanda. “You requested for me Sharon, So what do you want, Cause I’m not believing that you just wanted to see me”, Steve looked from her to the solider, in some way he was distracted by him. “I just wanted to let you know, that things are going to change, Stevie. Oh you can search all you want Wanda, but you won’t find anything in my thoughts. I’m a quick learner”, Sharon tappet her head, seeing the anxiety in Wanda’s face made her smile. “I don’t know where you think you’re going, but this is your new home for quite a while know”, Steve shifts in his chair, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to happen. “4 minutes, sir,” the soldier announced, his voice awakening Wanda’s mistrust in him. “Well, I’m kind of tired of the same old colors and they won’t let me redecorate it, so I think it’s time to move…to something more…..” Sharon’s eyes glistered dangerously. “It’s a trap..”, Wanda whispered, “Wanda, what did you say?” Steve turned towards her. “It’s a trap”, she spoke, her eyes widening when she finally could read the thoughts of the soldier in the room. “Steve, it’s a trap, that’s Rumlow”, finally finding her voice, pointing towards the soldier in the room. With a swift movement Sharon had her cuffs off and a high pitching noise filled the room. It was deafening and disturbing all communications. It was soon followed by blast, making a whole in the wall, catching Steve and Wanda off-guard. Burying both of them underneath the rubble. Wanda was unconscious, Steve lay on the ground, a ringing in his ears and feeling disoriented. Trying to find something to lean on and stand up, but failing with every attempt. A grunt escapes his mouth, “Wanda, you okay? Wanda?”, trying to find her, feeling around in the debris for her. Fighting off his state of unconscious’s he focuses on Sharon. She’s standing next to the soldier smiling wildly at Steve. Registering that the soldier had taken off his headgear, he recognizes him as Rumlow, “How’d you escape?” Steve, whispers, his voice barely audible. “What’s that Stevie? What did you say?” Sharon comes close to him, kneeing in front of him, “You’re…not..getting away with this”, he swallows thick. “Oh, Stevie, but I’m, I’m sweetie”, she smiles manically, “You can give your girl a message from me, Stevie. She can enjoy her happily ever after with you for now, but soon it will be my destiny to be with you. I’m going to change our fates”, she spoke into his ear, the buzz still ringing in his head, making the message incoherent with his hearing. “You what?” he replies squeezing his eyes, feeling the dizziness take over, “I’m going to make sure that our fates are entwined and with that you will never have met y/n”, she smiled, quickly reverting to Rumlow, who gave her a gun, exiting the room through the whole. “Y/N, she’s not with me, I…” Steve spoke soft, before the darkness took hold of him.
----- 2 days later -----
You fumble with your keys, trying to prey them out of your pocket. Cursing under your breath, when they fall to the ground and you hear the phone ring for a second time. It was urgent, for that phone had never rung the past two years. When you finally get your door open, you throw all your belonging into the next available corner and pick up the phone.
“Moshi Moshi..” you pick up your phone, for it stays quiet on the other side of the line, “Hello, Dare ga soko ni imasu ka? Who’s there?” you ask.
“Y/N?” a voice says, in the back of your mind you recognize that voice.
“Yes, who’s this?....Bucky, is this you…?” you stand up and walk towards your bed, getting the gun from under your pillow, trying to analyze your surroundings. Was someone here, had something happened?
“Y/N….It’s…, we need your help, she’s on the lose.” The voice tells you.
“You mean…”, your stomach turns, when the voice interrupts you with a yes.
“You need to come back, we need your help. Lexi’s almost there, please…”, then the line is death. Followed by a knock on your door. Looking through the peephole, you see a woman standing. She looks much like Lexie, but you can’t trust your gut at this point. “What’s the safe word”, you ask, getting the safety pin of your gun. “Come on Y/N, you know it’s me. I don’t want to say it”, the woman pleads. “Save word”, you answer sternly awaiting the answer of the woman. “Fine, Lexipedia rules”, she answers with a sigh. Opening the door you see Lexi standing. Her once long hair, has made way for a short hairdo, the side’s shaven and long on top. Her once round face, now sculpted, high cheekbones framing her face. The young girl she ones was gone. Looking at you she whispers your name, “You’ve changed, a lot…” looking you over with wide eyes. Pulling her inside your apartment, checking the hallway for witnesses. “Yeah, I’m not the only one who’s changed”, you say using your gun to point at Lexi’s appearance. “Could you put the gun away and give me a hug?” she exclaims, opening her arms for her to welcome you. “Sorry, occupation hazard, I’m trigger-happy”, you smile, putting the gun in its holster and hugging Lexi. “Good to see you Lexi. I’ve missed you”, you say soft, swallowing the tears away. “So what’s up with this?” she asks, while fumbling with a lock of your hair. “What, I just dyed it”, you shrug walking towards the fridge, “Just dyed, it’s almost black and a lot shorter then I can remember”, Lexi follows you into the kitchen. “Well, starting over means starting over completely, so figured why not a make-over”, pouring in a drink. “Yeah, how’s working as a field agent going?” Lexi asks, taking her drink. “Shall we cut the small talk and leave that for the plane? What’s with the mysterious phone call? Who was that anyway?” you ask finishing your drink in one take. “Sharon, she…she escaped the Raft with assistance of Rumlow. He’s escaped Russia and infiltrated the Raft to help her escape. They’re both on the loose. The last thing we know, is that they took a plane towards Morocco. We don’t know why, but were trying to analyze everything we found in her cell”, Lexi explains avoiding your second question. “Okay, I will start packing, where were headed?” you ask walking into your bedroom. “Lexi, answer me”, you peek out of the bedroom, only to see her fumbling with the hem of her shirt, looking at the ground. “Lexi, were…are..we..going?” you ask her amplifying every word. “Backtothecompound”, she mumbles, closing her eyes awaiting your reaction. “To the compound? You serious? Why don’t we go to Morocco?” you ask her calmly, “We don’t really know why she’s going to Morocco. Analyzing those document is priority one, following after her comes second”, she smiles apologetic. Putting the last things in your backpack you sigh, “Fine, you can fill me in when were on the plane. I assume that’s not a pizza box in your bag, so let me see the footage in the plane, okay? Let’s go”, you motion for Lexi to walk into the corridor, punching in your access code to secure your apartment, locking the door behind you. Hopefully you were back soon and could get on with your own life. Trying to discard the thoughts of a certain tall Avenger, you walk beside Lexi towards the elevator.
----- On the plane -----
“Wow, that’s fucked up”, closing the laptop, looking at Lexi, “How did Rumlow managed to get in, let alone get the explosives in?” Lexi looks at you apologetic, “I can’t answer you this, this is the only footage that hasn’t been corrupted, as if she meant for you to see what happens”, Lexi explains. Well the two years in prison had given Sharon enough time to think up an escape plan, “What’s the last thing she tells Steve before exiting the room?” firing another question at Lexi, “I’m sorry I can’t tell you that, only Steve can and he’s, well, let’s just say he’s not himself right now”, Lexi answers, avoiding your gaze.
Taking a sip of your drink, “Who else escaped with them? Anyone I need to know of?” you ask Lexi seeing her squirm with your question.
“Oh, just, Willis Strycker and Mariah Dillard, no one in particular?” Lexi shrugs, hoping you wouldn’t freak out.
“Only a world-class sniper and a master manipulator are on Sharon’s team, no big deal right? It’s going to be fun then”, you mock finishing your drink, “I’m going to try get some sleep, flying into a different time zone, is something I’m not used to anymore”, you turn away from Lexi, trying to find a comfortable position so sleep can take you over. The only problem is, is that your dreams are filled with blue stormy eyes, big warm arms and an all too familiar voice.