Loki's view
"It's all right," I assured Wanda. I just couldn't continue to watch her being hurt by Bruce. The red streaks came rushing towards me and bounced into my head. I reminded myself that whatever I was about to see was not real. Slowly, an environment began to reshape itself around me. I was back in the Avengers Tower. Cautiously I looked around, so far none of my enemies from before were visible. Then I saw them. Natasha running towards me with a rushed look on her face. I ran towards her "Nat what's wrong?"
"Loki I......" suddenly she was pierced from behind with a spear.
"Natasha!" shouted and propped up to her. With a yank it was pulled out "No" horrified I caught her and pressed my hands to her wound.
"I told you this one would die especially quickly." Odin stood behind me with a bloody spear.
"What have you done!" I shouted at him. I pressed my hands harder and harder on her belly, but blood ran out unstoppably. "Bucky, Wanda, Pietro.......anyone, I need help."
"Loki......I" Natasha put her hand on mine.
I blinked away a tear "Nat don't talk, it....s going to be ok."
She shook her head sadly "No it won't." then her hand went limp and she stopped breathing.
"Nat?" desperately I brushed her hair out of her face, my tears dripping down her face. "Can't anyone hear me, I need help!" I held Natasha close and just screamed into the room. Why didn't anyone come, the tower was full of people.
"I wouldn't wait for someone to come." I heard Odin's voice again.
A horrible thought came to me "What have you done?" I shouted at Odin.
"Just sped up what would have happened anyway."
I jumped up and ran. The first ones I saw Bucky and Steve. They were still holding hands and staring at each other out of dead eyes, Desperately I kept running, past Sam, Rodney, Stark and Barton, all dead. I bit my lip to keep from crying. I kept running, on and on, until I saw something that made me cry out. Wanda and Pietro lay clutching each other tightly in a pool of blood. I fell to my knees beside them. "Gods please don't." I sobbed. I pulled Pietro down from Wanda and turned him over. Dead cold eyes glared at me. I screamed out, the ground freezing beneath me. Natasha, Bucky, the twins. It was all my fault. I just screamed and froze everything within a metre radius.
Then suddenly I heard Wanda screaming for me, and then it came back to me, it was just a nightmare, it was just a vision. I wrenched my eyes open, still panicking, it had all been so real, had felt so real, that I no longer knew for sure if it wasn't. I saw Wanda being dragged away from Bruce, stumbling after him, half unconscious. I wanted to shout to her that everything was all right. But I couldn't even think anymore because of the pain, my head felt like it was going to explode, my whole face was burning and my broken bones sent pulsating waves of pain through my whole body.

Bucky's view
I paced up and down the cell. I hated so much not being able to do anything. Suddenly I heard footsteps moving towards the cell and the very next moment it was pushed open. Bruce pushed Wanda in, she stumbled and reflexively clung to me. I held her tightly and turned so that I was standing between her and Bruce. But what I saw then made me turn white as a sheet. Loki was hanging half unconscious between two guards. His whole face was covered in blood, his knee twisted so badly it must have been broken. The guards dragged him into the cell and simply dropped him to the floor. With a groan he hit the floor and rolled onto his back. As soon as the guards were gone, I fell to my knees beside him " For God's sake Lokes." I muttered, for only now did I see the precise cuts on his face.
Blinking, he opened his eyes "I.....m fine. Wanda........"
"Forget it buddy, you're not fine." i looked at his knee. I would have to set the bone because even though Loki healed faster than a human, if you screwed his knee up wrong he was fucked.
"I need to fix your knee." I looked at Wanda "Hold him down." I begged her because this was going to hurt really bad now.
Wanda had Loki's head in her lap and was holding him by his shoulders. I sat down right next to the knee and took the lower part of the leg in both hands. "Ready?"
Loki nodded weakly.
I took another deep breath and pulled the leg to the right with a jerk. Loki cried out and tangled himself in Wanda's arms. Then he rolled his eyes until only the white was visible and passed out. I exhaled shakily and ran my hands through my hair. Wanda started to wipe the blood from Loki's face with a piece of cloth she had torn from her shirt. I shook with rage as I saw the full extent of my best friend's injuries. If I got out of here Bruce would not be safe anywhere on this planet. "What did he want from you." I had heard Wanda scream earlier she wouldn't do something, I wanted to know what it was.
She had two tears running down her cheeks "I should give him a nightmare vision." she faltered for a moment "I didn't want to but I could just...." she didn't speak any further but I knew exactly what she meant. I walked over to her and took her in my arms "it's not your fault."
She shook her head "I shouldn't have done it, I....should have stood it."
I froze, what should she have had to endure "Wanda, what do you mean?"
She froze for a moment and then pulled her shirt up, I gasped for air all over her right side a huge bruise had formed. "Where else?" I asked tonelessly.
"On my back." she mumbled sheepishly and turned so I could see her back.
I clenched my hand into a fist because half her back was blue and lilla. She hissed out as I carefully ran my hand over it. "Get some sleep, you need it."
She nodded, carefully put Loki down and curled up on the hard floor. Within seconds she was asleep. I leaned against the wall beside her and tightened my legs. How glad I was that Steve wasn't here. I dropped my head to my knees and wrapped my hands around my legs. I stared at Loki and Wanda both lying there exhausted, injured and stripped of their powers, asleep. I breathed in and out deeply, for only now that the adrenaline was ebbing away did the fear come. The fear of what was to come, the fear that they would plant something in my head again that Wanda had so painstakingly removed.