This chapter may contain triggers for abuse.  It goes through a few of Wanda's memories at the Raft and how she was treated poorly.  Please don't read if you might be triggered by something said.  This chapter isn't necessary for the rest of the story, you won't miss big, important information if you don't read it. 

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Wanda sat at the back of the plane.  They had just been picked up by Ross and his men from the airport and taken captive.  The men surrounding her hadn't thought twice before putting a shock collar and a straight jacket on her.  Guns were trained on her as six men surrounded her.  Wanda didn't dare move, refusing to make eye contact with any of them and make them think she was attacking them.  The others in the group sat on the opposite wall, just in handcuffs and tied down.  They weren't as much of a threat as her. 

The landing was rough.  Wanda was pulled out of the plane first and taken down a different hall than the others.  Clint tried fighting his guards to get to her, but they quickly knocked him unconscious and drug him along with the rest of the team.  Wanda just continued silently down the opposite hall with guns all around her. 

When they arrived in a large room, the guards escorted her to a bench and forced her to sit.  They walked out backwards, keeping their guns on her until the very last second.  Wanda didn't have to wait long for a voice to come on over the room's speaker. 

"Wanda Maximoff,"  it crackled.  Wanda turned to locate it, but felt the shock collar send electricity down her spine.  When the current stopped, the voice continued.  "Any movement will be perceived as a threat.  That was a warning.  If you move again, we will not go light,"  the speaker announced. 

"Go to hell,"  Wanda said in Sokovian.  Another shock came from the collar, but this one was much stronger and caused her whole body to seize and her muscles to cramp painfully.  She cried out in pain only for the electric current to go up.  Wanda fell off the bench, screaming loudly as the current increased.  Wanda didn't remember saying or doing anything else, but suddenly the current was vamped up again and she fell unconscious. 

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It had been barely three days since they had arrived at the Raft.  Wanda had been taken to a cell along with the rest of the team, but they were free to talk and walk around whereas she sat perfectly still in her cell and remained silent.  When she had first woken up, Clint had tried talking to her to make sure she was okay, but when Wanda tried to respond and received a painful shock, both stopped. 

Now, Wanda listened as the boys spoke about trivial things.  She didn't care for most of the topics, but she listened anyway.  There was nothing else for her to do and she wanted to feel like she could at least pretend to be able to talk to them.  They stopped speaking when the doors the the cell room opened.  Wanda didn't flinch at the sound and refused to turn and look at who had entered.  She could hear footsteps approaching and when they stopped in front of her cell, she began to panic. 

She could see General Ross standing behind his men as the cell door slid open.  Men with guns walked cautiously into the room and grabbed her upper arms, hauling her out of the cell.  When the rest of the team saw her, they began yelling angrily. 

"Let her go, Ross!"  Clint demanded. 

"Leave her be,"  Scott and Sam yelled.  Ross and his men ignored them as they walked towards the door.  Wanda carefully peered into General Ross's head to find his intentions.  As soon as she realized they were planning to experiment on her, she began to fight back. 

She yanked her arms back, successfully pulling one free.  Men swarmed her and she felt the shock collar go off.  She tried to fight them off, but the pain of the shock collar and the straight jacket hindered her greatly.  She saw Ross holding the shock collar remote and felt it as he increased the voltage in the collar.  He watched her blankly, almost as if she was just a guinea pig and Wanda realized this is exactly what he had wanted.  She stopped abruptly. 

"Good girl,"  Ross told her, patting her head lightly.  Wanda glared at him and he threatened to shock her again.  "Do exactly as we say and you will likely come out less injured,"  he told her.  Wanda knew there was no way she would escape the experiments he was about to perform without injury, but she still cooperated as they led her upstairs into the labs.  She didn't need to be shocked anymore than necessary. 

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Wanda awoke in her cell with a terrified jolt.  She tensed, waiting for the shock but none came.  When she relaxed, she did it slowly so no one would detect the movements.  She could barely remember the experiments; they had blurred together into one painful memory.  She knew, thanks to Vision, that it was just her mind's way of trying to protect her from remembering a traumatic event.  She could remember her brother's death, though, and worried just how bad all the experiments had been. 

"Wanda?  You're awake!  Thank goodness!"  Clint exclaimed, pressed up against his cell.  Wanda didn't move to indicate she had heard him, but he knew.  "You were unconscious for four days after they brought you back.  My word, you looked dead."  Wanda couldn't see any of the injuries she had, but she could feel them.  She knew bruises were littering her arms and the rest of her body, but she couldn't remember what had caused them.  A brief image of a man in a lab coat standing over her flashed through her mind, but she couldn't pinpoint his face and didn't know what had been happening in the memory. 

All Wanda knew was that she was in pain and her mind refused to work with her.  Clint tried to tell her what had happened, but he didn't know more than the fact that she had gone out fighting and come back barely breathing and unconscious.  It would be a good two weeks after escaping the Raft that her memories from the first time they had experimented on her cleared up and after that, nightmares plagued her regularly. 

She would awake screaming, lungs burning just as they had on the Raft after being tested on how long she could hold her breath.  She learned that the long cuts on her arms were from scientists cutting them open to look for wiring or any special insert that gave her her powers.  The fear she experienced when she saw something fly towards her made sense when she remembered how they would throw things towards her with all their might, trying to see how fast her reactions were.  Small spaces were avoided after regaining back the memory of them putting cars above her with a crane and dropping them on her to see how much she could hold up.  After every experiment, they would knock her unconscious, drag her back to her cell to recover, then return an hour after she woke up for another session.  It was routine and Wanda felt like she was stuck in a time loop with nowhere to go and unable to escape.