Wanda's POV

We fight for our freedom, as Anya and Peyton run. I stop them from moving and throw them across the room. More FBI agents come in and surround me, they aim their guns at me. I make a forcefield around myself. I see Cap surrender, along with Nat, Scott, Clint, Thor,  and Sam. James shot some of them but the agents surrounded him and aimed at him. I put my forcefield down and put my hands down, knowing the consicuenses. They come up to me and put powercuffs on me, which dampen my powers. They put cuffs on everyone, including Thor, even though he could break out of those easily. They even put power cuffs on my brother. They lead us to a helicopter. As it flies away, the building explodes. I look out the window and see the building tumbling down. All that was on my mind was if Anya and Peyton were ok.

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We arrive at the underwater jail and go through the security. They let us pass. We enter the room they put me in last time. They put all of us in separate cells. They even separated me and Pietro. They should know Vis can get out of there no matter what. Lucky for us, we weren't gonna be bored this time. Why? Because there was a TV in the room so we could watch, and only, the News. This time, I didn't have a shock coller, just a power damping cell.

Just then, Tony Stark comes in. I see him walk towards Steve's cell. They talk, but I can't hear them. Which is nearly impossible because you could hear everything in this room, no matter if you want to hear it or not. I sit down on the bed and just sit there. I look around the cell, white, white, white. White everything. Sheesh. Pick a different color. Like black. They need to stop being so racist. Everything is white these days. Why though!? That's my question. Why? 

I then see Tony leave Steve's cell and coming towards mine.

"Enjoying yourself?" I ask harshly.

"I'm trying to protect you." He says.

"Really?" I say, "Because I don't think putting us in cells is protecting us. It's just making us angrier and angrier. So what exactly are you protecting us from?"

"I'm protect you from society. People want to arrest you, Wanda." He says. Now I'm pi$$ed.

"Like you?" I say. He sighs. "Ya, wrong choice of words. Why are you really here Tony. I may not be able to read minds at the moment, but I know your not here just to say hi."

"I want to know about the girl." He says. "I know you have a connection with her. Who is she?"

Anya. "Why would you care?"

"Answer the question." He says, impatiently.

"Never." Is all I say. He steps up closer to the cell.

"Tell me." He says. "And I will let you out of here."

"Not gonna happen." I say. "Ask anyone you want. Bribe anyone you want, but they are not going to tell you."

He sighs and walks out of the room.

"That was cold." Sam says. "Do it again next time he comes around cause that was awesome." I laugh a little.

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A month in a cell isn't that bad, I guess. We got each other to talk to. We make sarcastic remarks and sometmes drive Tony insane. It's pretty fun actually. I could live like this. If only I could see my sister again. Every second of every day, I wonder what she must be doing.  She must miss us too. But, I think Pietro misses her more than anyone in here. I don't mind. She is our little sister for God's sake.

"So," Clint says, trying to start a conversation again. "You like bread." I give him a confused look and he laughs at that.

"I don't know, I haven't tasted it in like a month." Sam responds sarcastically.

"Who knows. We might get bread for lunch today." Natasha says.

"HEY MR. GAURD-GUY!" Thor booms, "MAY WE HAVE SOME BREAD?"

"Seriously." Mr. Gaurd-Guy says, "You ask for it everyday!"

"YES, I'M AWARE OF THAT!" He responds.

"Thor, stop yelling." Natasha says. "Your giving me a headache."

"I'M SORRY LADY ROMANOFF FOR GIVING YOU THE HEAD OF THE ACHE!"

"Nat, I'm sorry but I don't think he knows how." Sam says.

"Ya me too." Nat responds.

"AGREED!"

I laugh silently. Pietro, across the room, smiles and holds in his laugh. The TV then turns on.

"Who turned the TV on?" Clint asks.

No one responds. No one had the remote.

"I did Mr. Barton." Ross says over the coms. I look at the TV.

"It seems there has been an alien attack at Central Park. Could this be the continuation  of the attack we had last year? Wait. We are just getting reports on the attack. It seems heroes have arrived at the scene. These heroes seem to be the new edition to the Avengers, after the Tower had exploded a month ago." A picture pops up on the screen of the new vigilantes. Anya and Peyton. I look at Pietro, who looks back at me in sympathy. "These are the vigilantes who arrived at the scene. We are still figuring out who they are. But I think I speak for everyone when I say this: Thank you, new vigilantes."

"Look at that, their famous. Just what we wanted." Sam says sarcastically.

"Do you know what this means?" I ask. "This means the government knows about them."

"Oh s#it." Clint says. I nod in responce.

"Then let's just hope for dear life they don't get found." Pietro says.