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Her eyes open.
She aches in ways she can't understand, at first. All over. Bruised, like she's been beaten black and blue.
The first thing she registers, beyond her pain, is a little boy clinging to her hand, wide-eyed, brilliant sliver hair falling into his blue eyes. She breathes, hacking, coughing at the dust that coats her tongue. A flashing red light, blinking, blinking, with the words ‘STARK’ written in familiar bold letters, inches from her face. She blinks. Shifts and the little boy lets out a vicious swear and shifts over her.
They're trapped.
Collapsed building.
They're underneath a bed, she realizes, that’s groaning ominously above them. She turns her head and sees giant slabs of what looks like rubble. White dust floats in dim, flickering light. She turns her head again again. ‘STARK’ mocks her, a single red light flickering on and off. It feels like its looking at her, even when she knows its just a light.
That’s a fucking bomb shell, she thinks, With- With the Stark logo stamped across from it. Like marvel?
She blinks. The red light, indicating that it’s live, keeps blinking.
“It will be alright, Wanda,” the boy whispers. He speaks Sokavian, a language she suddenly knows, “We have not to move, it’ll be alright, I promise. We’ll be rescued, I promise, little sister.”
She blinks. As far as she remembers, she only speaks English and Spanish. Not the made-up language of Sokovia, a dialect of vaguely Eastern European origins.
“ Pietro ,” she whispers, and she is afraid of how high her voice is as she says it.
He looks at her. She feels her breath hitch. His face is pale, underneath the dust, pale and afraid.
This can’t be real, she thinks. But she too, is afraid.
“Wanda?”
But it is.
Something, great and large struggles within her. Wanda-but she remembers a different name, so Wanda couldn’t only be her name-
Let’s it go .
Pietro screams.
Wanda fades in scarlet light.