Wanda's view
Day after day passed, or at least it felt like it, because I hadn't seen daylight for ages. Each one was the same. I had to train my strength, was always half dead afterwards, then Bucky and I got to eat in our cell, just enough to keep us from starving. I usually let Bucky have some of my food too, as he needed more than I did. Bucky also needed to exercise, although I was firmly convinced that this was just an excuse to beat him up day after day. I always saw Loki through the glass of the Laboe just before my training sessions, or when I hurt myself so badly that I would die without care and had to be treated. Like the time I had to fend off bullets with my powers and got shot in the stomach. With each passing day Loki became paler, his bones already sticking out in places, his veins flashing blue under his skin. And the worse he got, the more often I tried to tear the door away from our cell, despite my collar. Like right now. I felt the straw flooding my body, concentrated with all my might to stop and let my magic work against that door.
"Wanda that's enough!" I heard Bucky yell dully.
"Come on." I muttered and screamed out, the door already shaking. Because whenever Bucky was already screaming I was about to fall over. My body didn't want any more. With a scream I hurled the remaining magic against the door, it didn't help. I fell to my knees and clutched my neck, forcing myself to breathe in and out. I felt Bucky's hand on my back "I'm fine." I lied to him. I wiped the blood that had coagulated from my nose and slumped against him.
"Wanda why do you always do this to yourself?" my vision of Bucky was blurry.
Before I could even answer him, the door was ripped open.
By now I just put up with them dragging me out of the cell when it suited them. I hissed as one of the guards grabbed me firmly by the arm. Very anxious not to run anywhere, I walked after the two men.
Whitehall was waiting for me with a predatory smile "Five minutes." he pointed at the glass.
A cold shiver ran down my spine and a cold fist wrapped around my heart as I walked past the Hydra soldirs, which had blocked my view until now. I stood against the glass pane, I could only see Loki's legs twitching back and forth. I couldn't hear him because the lab had recently been soundproofed. One of the doctors stepped aside and now I could see him. Tears instantly welled up in my eyes and I covered my mouth with one hand. His stomach had been cut open, blue blood was oozing out, several people were cutting at his insides. His face was contorted with cries of pain that I couldn't hear.
"Please.... stop." I whispered. With trembling hands, I gripped the glass panel. I barely noticed my collar being turned off. I just wanted to get to him, just fling the people across the room who were doing this to him and justify it with science. Suddenly the glass shattered under my hands. I climbed through the opening and looked into the faces of terrified doctors. Loki lay moaning on the couch and I could hear him muttering Nat's name over and over again.
Shakily I breathed in and out "Keep your hands off him." I walked towards the doctors, my magic pulsing in my hands, but suddenly I was grabbed by both hands and pulled backwards. "No! Let me go, I have to help him!" I squirmed, trying to wriggle out of the two men's grip. Again and again I screeched Loki's name and then it happened. I fell to my knees, screamed and emitted a blast that threw everyone in the room against the wall. That would have been my chance, I could have jumped up, removed the collar with my powers, but I was paralysed. The opportunity passed as the collar clicked back on. I didn't notice how I was pulled to my feet until I was standing in front of Whitehall again.
"So, strong emotions enhance your powers, good to know." he eyed me with interest "You get her back to her cell and fix that glass panel."
"No!" I shouted. I fought back like never before in my life. The guards just lifted me up and carried me out by my hands and legs. I kept screaming, not caring if I would be punished for it. I hit the ground and curled up. Again and again I saw Loki in front of me, heard his screams as they cut at him. Saw Whitehall's smile in front of me. With all that rage in me, I summoned my magic, I didn't even feel the current, and directed it at the door. I kept screaming, but even with all this rage, the door just wouldn't give. I could feel blood running down my face, but I kept going anyway. From somewhere someone called my name. I continued anyway. Slowly but surely, black bars were creeping into my field of vision, but I still wouldn't stop. The bars were getting bigger and bigger. The last thing I felt before I fainted was a cold metal arm catching me.