𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ━━━ ❪...

a/n
[ i am sorry for the lack
of stephen x wanda in the
beginning ]

WARNING: descriptions of death

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PROLOGUE
𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨
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THE STREETS FILLED with coloured smoke from protesters flooding the streets, parading around with signs and shouting to get rid of the new revolution that was quickly polluting the world.

And, to anyone you asked there, the source of the pollution could only be described as two words...Tony Stark.

Sokovia was blown to hell long before the likes of these Avengers came to bring their 'suit of armour around the world' bull crap.

The two people who knew this more than most were two native twins, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff.

They had been orphaned at ten when a bomb crashed into their homes, it had been so sudden. Once minute they were eating dinner with their family, laughing and joking - being a happy family, a perfect one.

Until the next they heard a loud crash out of nowhere, some screams...Then everything went black and suddenly the two were buried under the rubble with nothing else but the feeling of knowing that their parents had died from the explosion and the bomb shell that caused it lying next to them.

They had nothing to do but wait, still and silent...thinking it would go off again. But it never did, and they waited two days, cold, alone and shaking, for the bomb to kill them...for Stark Industries to kill them, for Tony Stark.

That vengeance clouded their thoughts like an endless fog, they wanted to kill him for what he had done.

He had took everything from them, he would pay. That's the only reason why they had been crazy enough to volunteer for Strucker's experiments. They had no clue of what Hydra was, all they knew was that it was the people who offered the chance to finally get what they had been longing for.

But they didn't know the experiments would be torture. They didn't know it would be like a thousand knives burning through their brains, scorching into their bodies and seeping in like a poison right into their deepest darkest emotions.

That's what fuelled them.

Their emotions, it kept them ticking through the most terrible pain...keeping them alive to wait for what haunted their minds the most, revenge.

For the past few years, Wanda and Pietro had been training under Strucker's command.

Everyday they learnt something new about their powers which they struggled to adapt to.

However difficult, they did adapt...

Wanda had eventually figured out that she was able to focus more of her psionic powered telepathy and using energy to move objects.

While Pietro was testing the limits of his increased speed went through training to run faster than sound.

They were good but they weren't great yet, they still had many more years before they could go up against the Avengers....

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"WANDA...WANDA!" THE Blonde Maximoff jogged his sister, turning her side to side until her snores drowned out and her eyes snapped open, wide awake.

"What?" Wanda asked annoyed, still half asleep. Until her ears were filled with the distant sound of a siren, "Urgh.."

"Yeah, exactly. Get up!" Pietro said as he threw clothes in Wanda's face, he turned around - waiting for her to get ready.

"Is it them this time?" Wanda asked as she chucked her pyjamas on the floor, switching them out for the black dress and red cardigan her brother had thrown at her.

"Fingers crossed," Pietro replied with a smirk, crossing his fingers, "Are you done?"

"Yes," Wanda said, "Let's go, Strucker must be waiting."

He picked his sister up swiftly and in a few seconds, took them into the intercom room, where Baron Strucker was standing next to the security camera monitors, watching what seemed to be a fight.

"What's going on?" Pietro asked, Strucker turned around, facing them with a devilish smile that they knew all too well.

He had good news.

"Ah, my prized pupils. You're finally ready...it's time. I know I said we needed more time but...they found me," Strucker's lips twisted into an eerie smirk and his eyes shone with an excited, dangerous glare, "They're here."

"They..." Wanda smiled smugly, she turned to her brother, "The Avengers."

"I'm on it," Pietro quickly sped out of Strucker's base.

"I'm following him," Wanda said, starting to trail after him.

"No. You must stay here, I can't run the risk of the Avengers finding me..." Strucker ordered.

"But, Pietro-"

"Can handle himself. We need to be prepared for the Avengers arrival, be ready to toy with their minds."

She bit her nails as she tried to follow the changing images on the screens, the echo of her heeled boots tapping on the stone floor bore into Strucker's skull - agitating him.

"Oh for heavens sake, stop!" He shouted, Wanda paused her movements, trying to follow along again patiently.

But every time her brother disappeared, she started getting antsy, "Is Pietro still there?"

"Yes. He is!" Strucker yelled before continuing to watch through the cameras, he calmed down a little, "He's just too fast to watch, don't try to hard to see him."

Wanda felt her pounding heart beat become a bit slow as he reassured her but she became worried again when Strucker's eyebrows creased with disproval.

"What happened?" She asked, her eyes wide.

Wanda couldn't get his attention though, he immediately spoke to his armed forces and sent more men out to the field.

Strucker was too busy talking but she swore she saw a figure approach the east building.

She probably should have warned Strucker but if she didn't act now, they probably would get inside.

Wanda crept away quietly as she went to the secluded entrance where she saw the figure was hastily approaching.

Wanda immediately ran into Captain America, who was quickly advancing up the stairs.

"Where's Strucker?..." Steve spat, addressing the girl that stood before him, "Where's the sceptre?"

Before Steve could catch his breath, he was flung to the ground by Wanda's powers, she had tripped him and sent him tumbling down the stairs.

"Not telling," Wanda said, making her voice commanding and stern.

Steve quickly ran up the stairs, Wanda shot a stream of red towards him, knocking back down again.

Strucker came rushing through the doors behind Wanda, he gave her a disapproving look before turning to Steve, "You shouldn't be here Captain."

He quickly ran up the stairs again and pushed Strucker against the wall violently, holding him down with his arm against his throat.

He asked again, "Where's the sceptre!"

"Not...telling..." Strucker panted between breaths as he kicked Steve in the shins, knocking him off balance.

Steve got to his feet as Strucker came towards him again with a gun in hand, Steve threw his shield towards Strucker, aiming for his gun.

Wanda threw her hands out, a stream of red shooting out from her palms, hitting the shield and knocking it off projectile and straight into Strucker's face.

"No!" Wanda cried, running towards Strucker - his body slammed against the wall, blood dripping down the sides of the brick and onto the floor.

"Oh god..." Steve said as he checked Strucker's pulse with two fingers on his neck, "He's..."

"Dead...I killed him," Wanda's eyes flashed red, "You killed him! This is all your fault..."

Strucker was part of the only family she had left, the only person she cared about more than him was Pietro.

In an odd way...Strucker was like a father to them, he at least made them feel a tiny bit wanted...appreciated. Loved was a stretch but she couldn't help but feel overwhelming sadness as he died.

"You don't know what's going on. Y-You don't have do this," Steve choked on his words, placing his shield behind his back in surrender, "I...can help you, we can help you."

"Help me? No thanks, you Avengers are killers," In a split second, Wanda had knocked him onto the ground with a powerful red glow, "And you will pay for this. I know that and so will you."

Wanda backed into the doorway, her gaze strong and sinister, taking in her witchy nature, which effect was deepened by the puffy red stain of tears.

She left as she closed the doors with a twist of her fingers.

"Another enhanced, female. Do not engage," Steve said into his earpiece, "I repeat, do not engage."

Steve ran out the other way, back down the stairs.

Wanda headed to the secret lavatory, she knew they would have found the sceptre by now since no one else was left to guard.

She assumed it would be someone as pretentious as Stark or as bulky Thor who would manage to get past the guards.

She entered quietly, not wanting any Avengers waiting there to spot her.

She saw Tony Stark, as suspected, staring at it intently - trying to make a choice at what to do with it.

But she couldn't quite make out what he was thinking.

"Thor, I got eyes on the prize," Tony spoke. He poked around the room, looking around at Strucker's blueprints, scattered along the tables in the back of the room.

It didn't take long for him to realise what was depicted on the drawings, it was a design for...a cyborg? Robot?

He picked them up before circling back to the sceptre.

She was so close to him, hidden in the darkness - she was actually surprised he didn't notice, she could just kill him right now and he wouldn't even know.

She spread out her palms, her power expanded through them and into Tony's brain.

Wanda's eyes expanded as she peeked into his mind, he had a terrible vision of death...

Wanda was shocked at how much fear he had for the world.

The destruction he had saw was terrifying and it was going to make him do crazy things...this crazy thing.

Pietro sped in next to Wanda after a while, he had been chasing Tony all the way here and his sister was just standing there watching him with Loki's sceptre right in his grasp.

Tony stark slowly moved towards it, he went right up to the sceptre and reached a hand out to grab it.

Wanda watched carefully as he was about to take it, she felt Pietro itch to stop him behind her and held our her hand to stop him, "Wait."

"We're just going to let him take it?" Pietro asked, confused. Wanda didn't reply - she just watched closely as Tony snatched the sceptre and flashed a nefarious smile on her face.

"Yes...but the Avengers will pay," The size of Wanda's smile increased, "I promised."

"So what's first?"

"First we kill Captain America," A look of disgust on Wanda's face at the mere thought of him, "Then Stark...then the rest of them will suffer."