Unlikely to be Forgiven

July 2012

“So, what are your names?” Despite the fact that I was kidnapped, experimented on, and am utterly exhausted, I’m doing my best to make nice with the twins that I now share a room with.

I’m slowly starting to feel the changes of the serums that Strucker injected me with. I’m faster (not as fast as the boy though), stronger, and I look a little different. I was sitting on one of the two cots in the room while the girl sat on the other and her extremely hot brother leaned on the wall, watching me.

“I’m Pietro Maximoff and this is my sister Wanda.” He pointed over at his sister when he said her name and then he walked over to my spot and sat next to me, flinging his arm around my waist.

I started blushing like crazy, but leaned against him nonetheless. “It’s nice to meet you guys. I’m, uh, Isabella Barton. But, you probably already know that.” I flashed Wanda a smile and she gave a small giggle. “Why don’t you guys tell me about yourselves, I assume we’ll be spending a lot of time together so...”

I felt Pietro tense beside me and he took a sharp inhale, “There’s nothing to tell.”

“Oh, c’mon. Don’t be like-” I felt people walking down the corridor, closer to our hallway and jumped up. Pietro looked confused but Wanda soon realized what was going on. “You guys stand against the back wall.” My two new best friends did what I said and I stood slightly in front of them, ready to kill someone if they came near the people standing behind me.

Like I had predicted, the door burst open seconds later and two heavily armed guards walked in. I put my arms out in front of the Maximoff twins protectively, “Don’t touch them.”

I heard one of the guards scoff and they began to walk towards us. But, unfortunately, before I could stop them, they threw me across the room. My head banged against the wall and they dragged a thrashing Wanda out of the room.