After nearly fifteen minutes, she slowly uncurled and opened her eyes. She instantly reached for me and I grabbed her hand. I knew her head still hurt, but most of the pain had died away based on the look of relief on her face.

"What happened?" I whispered, not wanting to talk too loud and cause her more pain.

"Everything got too loud," she told me, sitting up. She patted the couch beside her and I sat down beside her. She immediately tucked herself under my arm and curled up close. "It was like this high pitched sound running through my head. It was loud and every little noise I wouldn't normally hear was enhanced. I don't know what happened," she muttered, pulling herself closer to me. I wrapped my arm around her back and kissed the top of her head.

"I was worried," I said, still whispering as quiet as possible. "Your breathing was irregular and you were so obviously in pain. I don't think I like that," I told her. She grinned just a bit and closed her eyes. "Why do you think I couldn't hear it?" I asked. Wanda thought for a moment then answered, her eyes still closed.

"I don't know," she replied. She shifted slightly and I readjusted my arm around her. "It was like what they did on the Raft," she murmured. "No one else could hear it, but it would knock me unconscious. It was how they controlled me." She said it all quietly, like she was telling me goodnight as she drifted off to sleep. "It felt just like that." With that, she passed out. I suddenly became worried. Maybe Ross had discovered where she was at and had brought his technology to take her out. But if he knew she was here, he would know I was here too and he could not defeat me.

I nudged Wanda, trying to wake her up and get more information. Surely if I mentioned my concerns to her, she could tell me whether or not it was possible. However, she would not awaken when I shook her. I shook her harder, but she didn't even flutter her eyelids.

"Wanda?" I asked, speaking at a normal volume. No movement. "Wanda?" I repeated her name, louder and louder each time, but she didn't move. I didn't have to look out the window to know the cars headed this way were going to stop here.

I gathered Wanda in my arms and hurried to the back door. I kicked it open then shot into the air with Wanda tightly in my arms. I looked down at our small house and recognized General Ross stepping out of one of the cars. None of them seemed to have noticed me and Wanda in the sky, so I quickly turned and flew as fast as possible back to the Avengers Tower. The compound was heavily watched by Ross's men on video cameras and to show up there would be suicide.

Mr. Stark would be able to help her. He had stopped staying in the compound after making friends with that teenage boy in Queens, so I knew he would be in the tower waiting for the kid to come visit. Hopefully he would be able to figure out something to wake Wanda back up.

I dropped onto the landing pad and walked into the top of the tower. FRIDAY greeted me, but I didn't reply. I knew where Mr. Stark's lab was, so I hurried down the stairs with Wanda and pounded on the lab door. Mr. Stark looked up from what he was working on and yelled for FRIDAY to turn off his music and open the door. He met me halfway between his desk and the doorway.

"What happened?" he asked. He didn't seem surprised to see me with Wanda, but I knew he had been suspicious as to where I regularly went for weeks at a time.

I told him everything that had happened in the past 24 hours. How we had gone to Glasgow and returned home to our house unlocked, how Wanda had gotten a headache and slept abnormally long, and how she had been reminded of what they had done to her on the Raft after having experienced the big attack right before passing out. Mr. Stark listened carefully as he attached various wires to keep track of her vitals. I stumbled over my words, beginning to panic more the longer I thought about it. Ross had found her. Somehow, he had tracked her to Edinburgh, known what house she was in, and planted something advanced enough to knock her unconscious. He must not have known I was there, though. Even if he had been watching her for months, my arrival would have been unexpected as I had stayed longer than normal.

"Alright," Mr. Stark said, pulling up files from his computer. He scanned through multiple different folders then pulled the one he wanted and brought up to a larger scale hologram.

"Can you help her?" I asked. Mr. Stark pursed his lips but nodded.

"Yes," he answered. "In fact, I know exactly what she was exposed to." He tapped on something on the hologram and a different file appeared. He immediately began looking around his lab and gathering up different tools and supplies.

"Was she injected with something when I wasn't around?" I asked. Mr. Stark shook his head and told FRIDAY to open up the previous file by me. A small device and blueprints appeared, distracting me from watching him work.

"It's a special type of device I created years ago," Mr. Stark explained. He had created it? Before I could ask, he continued. "When we first learned about enhanced peoples, I was able to get my hands on top secret SHIELD files and figure out different ways to stop each kind of enhanced. I built this particularly for Wanda after she had first attacked us. I never disposed of the files, even after she had proven to be on our side, and only recently discovered someone else had accessed them." I frowned. As far as I was aware, he had stopped making weapons nearly a decade ago. Why would he make one for people like Wanda? "I assumed it was just Bruce, but apparently Ross got them."

"How?" I demanded. He looked up from where he was hastily putting something together that looked an awful lot like the small device I was looking at, but larger.

"Break in at Stark Industries," Mr. Stark said briefly. "Look, I know I messed up. I never wanted this to be used on Wanda and if I had known Ross had used it on the Raft, I would have personally sunk that island. Now that I do know..." he shrugged and looked up at me. "I guess we know what I'll be doing tonight."