#chaoticwiitch

    “ Fall out of formation, I plan my escape from walls they confined.”

When it came down to it, it had taken a little longer than Steve had hoped it would. But after what had happened in Siberia and going to Wakanda with Bucky, Steve hadn’t even known where the others were held, hadn’t known the first thing about the Raft.

It had taken him almost a month to find them and get everything in a good enough place to act, but now, daylight fading between wisps of clouds with the waves lapping on the massive hull of the Raft, he was finally here.

To see this in person for the first time was stomach-churning, even though Steve had rationally known that to hold someone with powers like Wanda’s, with abilities like Clint’s, they needed something extensive and uncompromising. But that doesn’t stop the low, simmering rage in his gut at all when he left the last layer of unconscious guards behind and entered the high security section.

To see the smile bloom on Sam’s face when he stepped out of the darkness closer to the glass, as if he’d known, as if he always had known Steve would come back for them, is the one good thing he finds down there. They were all here except for Wanda, so Steve asked the others to go ahead to the jet.

He honestly hadn’t been prepared for it to get worse. But to find Wanda in a separate cell in a fucking straight jacket was one hell of a lot worse.

“Jesus Christ -”

Pure anger was raging in Steve’s chest when he opened her cell and he jogged over to her, immediately looking for where to open the damn thing.