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You shake your head as a red haze overtakes your vision. The sounds of your teammates speaking in the comms fade into silence as your mind is manipulated. You should have known that going after the Maximoff twins and Ultron unprepared would come back to bite you.
One moment, you’re running around the shipyard chasing the speedster, the next, you're running straight into a concrete wall. Normally, with your strength, you would have run right through the thing, but now it wouldn’t budge. You look around for a way around it, but four solid walls now surround you. You slam your fists against them, but don’t even chip them; the pain in your fists feels too real to be a trick.
You shout out your friends’ names, hoping they will come get you out as you continue your assault on the walls around you. When your hands grow tired, you start throwing yourself against them. Pain spreads from your shoulder down your arm as you thrash like a caged animal. “Tony! Steve! Thor!”
The walls finally do budge, but not in the direction you were hoping for. They were closing in on you, the room growing smaller by the second. You urgently press against them using every ounce of muscle you can muster, but it does nothing to deter their momentum.
“Natasha! Clint! Help!” Tears stream down your face as you start hyperventilating, feeling as if the air is growing thinner. Still, you don’t stop fighting, even as you’re forced to your knees, you continue pressing against the walls with all your might.
“(Y/N)!” With a shout of your name and a shake of your shoulders, you wake from whatever nightmare Wanda had put you under and see Clint standing over you with a concerned expression.
You frantically look around and see that you’re back in the shipyard, on your knees with tears on your face. You wipe your face and notice Thor, Natasha, and Steve nearby, looking just as shaken. “What just happened?’
“Don’t worry, we’re getting you out of here. Tony is trying to calm down Banner, who hulked out.” Clint helps you stand up, and you all stagger to the quinjet to get out of there.
Your hands and legs are trembling as you follow. You had never felt that vulnerable in your life. You were so used to being strong and protecting others that having to beg your friends for help scared you. You want to curl up in a ball and hide away in a corner.
Just as you went up the quinjet’s ramp, you notice a flash of movement nearby. You look over and catch a glimpse of the Maximoff twins, the girl staring at you closely, her eyes appearing to flash red. Her brother took her away before you could even think about following them. You push down your fear and shame as rage fills your chest, the emotion threatening to bubble over and make you choke. The only thing you were sure of now was that you hated Wanda Maximoff.