Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

"Who are you? Why are you trying to capture us?" Wanda demanded, her voice steady despite her racing heart.

She pushed Pietro against the wall, shielding him as best she could, her dagger held firmly in front of her. The Hydra soldier, standing at the alley entrance, smirked at her defiance.

"Run, little girl. Run all you want," he sneered, his tone mocking. "Do you think you can escape us in Sokovia? There's nowhere to hide."

Wanda's pulse quickened. Whoever this was, he wasn't a common thug. They were well-equipped, and from his arrogance, it was clear he was confident in the resources behind him.

The Hydra soldier's eyes glinted with malice. Wanda could tell he was itching to make an example of them. She watched him carefully, her hand tightening around her dagger.

As he took a step forward, she reacted instantly, her arm flicking forward in a practiced motion. Whoosh! A dagger flashed through the air, aimed at his neck. But the soldier moved, sidestepping just enough to avoid a fatal hit. Even so, the blade grazed his cheek, leaving a thin line of blood trailing down his face.

Instead of retreating, the soldier's lips twisted into a grin. He licked the blood from his lip, laughing darkly. "Is that the best you've got?"

Wanda felt a chill run down her spine. This was no ordinary adversary. She drew another dagger and threw it with force, aiming for his neck again, then lunged forward, hoping her sudden movement would catch him off guard.

As she ran, something strange happened. The world around her seemed to slow, like watching through molasses. The dagger in the air moved sluggishly toward the Hydra soldier, who, despite his experience, seemed frozen mid-step, his body refusing to dodge.

The blade connected, piercing his neck. His eyes widened in shock as he stumbled, clutching his throat, gasping as blood trickled through his fingers. Wanda didn't stop. She closed the distance and drove her remaining dagger into his chest, again and again, until his movements stilled, his eyes glazed over in death.

Wanda took a shaky breath, relief flooding through her as she looked down at her fallen attacker. She turned back to Pietro, who was watching her with wide eyes.

"Pietro, come on, we need to go!" she urged, gesturing for him to follow.

But as she turned, her heart dropped. Two more Hydra soldiers stood at the other end of the alley, one of them holding Pietro in a tight grip, a blade pressed dangerously close to his neck.

"Stop right there," one of the soldiers ordered, his voice cold and unyielding.

Wanda froze, her mind racing. They were outnumbered, and Pietro was in immediate danger.

"Please," she said, her voice wavering despite her best effort. "Let my brother go. I… I'll surrender."

The soldiers exchanged a quick glance. Their leader nodded slowly, but he wasn't taking any chances. "Drop your weapons. All of them."

Wanda hesitated, then sighed. She carefully set her dagger on the ground. One soldier motioned to the daggers strapped at her waist. Heart sinking, Wanda reached for the remaining blades, one by one, and tossed them at their feet. Each clanged on the pavement, the sound echoing in the narrow alley.

The soldiers seemed satisfied, relaxing slightly.

Then, without warning—Bang! Bang! Two gunshots rang out, and both Hydra agents fell to the ground, each with a bloody hole in their forehead.

Pietro stumbled back, his eyes wide in shock, as Wanda rushed to his side, wrapping her arms around him protectively.

From the shadows, footsteps echoed, and a woman with red hair emerged, her gun still drawn. Natasha Romanoff, her movements smooth and calm, holstered her weapon as she approached the siblings.

"Wanda, Pietro. Don't worry. We're here to protect you," she said in a steady voice, her tone attempting reassurance.

Wanda pulled Pietro closer, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Who are you?" she demanded. "Why would you want to protect us?"

Natasha's calm gaze met Wanda's. "We'll explain everything. But right now, we need to move. You're not safe here."

Another figure stepped forward, this one a tall man with a warm, reassuring smile. "My name is Phil Coulson. I work with the FBI." He extended a hand in greeting. "Our mission is to keep you safe. We can answer your questions, but first, we need to get you out of here."

Gunfire sounded nearby, echoing through the streets, making the urgency in Coulson's voice unmistakable.

Wanda glanced around, taking in the scene, her heart racing. The FBI? Here, in Sokovia? She'd only heard of them in American movies, the legendary U.S. agency that dealt with terrorists and organized crime. Why would they care about her and Pietro? Something felt wrong, but she could see no other choice.

Reluctantly, she nodded.

Coulson gave her an encouraging smile and gestured toward the nearby van. Natasha gently lifted Pietro, holding him with care, while Coulson kept a hand on Wanda's shoulder, guiding her toward the vehicle. Behind them, Rumlow stayed on high alert, his gaze sweeping the area as he ushered them into the van.

They sped away, Coulson taking a seat across from Wanda. His calm demeanor didn't quite soothe her, but she found herself instinctively trusting him.

As they drove through the narrow streets of Sokovia, Wanda's unease grew. Turning to Coulson, she asked, "Why is the FBI protecting us? What do you want from us?"

Coulson met her gaze, choosing his words carefully. "Wanda, we've been asked to keep you and your brother safe. There are… people who believe you may be important."

Wanda's frown deepened. "Important? We're nobody. Just… just two kids trying to survive."

Coulson nodded slowly. "I understand. It's hard to explain right now, but you're not as alone as you think."

Their conversation was interrupted as the van lurched, bullets pinging off its metal sides. The Hydra agents hadn't given up; several black SUVs were now in hot pursuit, guns blazing as they attempted to halt the van.

"Hold on!" Natasha called from the driver's seat, gripping the wheel tightly. She swerved sharply, maneuvering to avoid the oncoming fire.

Beside her, Rumlow rolled down his window, returning fire at their pursuers. But the Hydra agents were relentless, flanking the van on both sides.

Click! Click! Rumlow reloaded, his face set in concentration. "They're gaining on us!" he shouted over the chaos.

From her seat, Wanda watched the chase unfold, a surge of desperation rising within her. She looked at Coulson. "Is there anything we can do to help?"

Coulson hesitated, then nodded. "If you have any special abilities, now's the time to use them."

Wanda blinked, thrown by his words. Special abilities? What was he talking about? She looked down at her hands, the hands that had somehow slowed time, or at least it had felt that way, during the fight with the Hydra soldier. Could it have been real?

"I… I don't know what you mean," she stammered, feeling a strange mix of fear and confusion.

Coulson gave her a quick, encouraging nod. "Do what feels natural, Wanda. Just focus."

Unsure of what she was doing, Wanda closed her eyes, gripping the edge of her seat. She tried to focus her thoughts, willing the cars behind them to falter, to fail.

As she concentrated, a strange sensation tingled through her fingers, a sensation she couldn't explain but instinctively felt was connected to something deeper within her. She could almost see the gears and parts within the Hydra cars breaking, malfunctioning.

In reality, mechanical failures rippled through the engines of the pursuing vehicles. One by one, their engines began to sputter and smoke, until finally, each car screeched to a halt, thick black smoke billowing from under their hoods. The Hydra agents were forced to abandon their cars, watching helplessly as the van sped away.

Natasha glanced back, a hint of surprise in her expression. "Looks like we're clear—for now."

Coulson looked over at Wanda, his eyes filled with newfound understanding. He had his answer, even if Wanda didn't fully grasp it yet.

"Natasha," Coulson said, his tone urgent, "head to the secondary airport. We need to get them to the U.S. as soon as possible."

The van continued on, winding through the remote areas of Valleda. Wanda kept Pietro close, her mind whirling with questions. But she could feel, for the first time, a faint glimmer of hope. Perhaps, just maybe, they had a chance at something better.

Suddenly, the van's occupants were alerted to the sharp hum of engines overhead. Five military helicopters surrounded them, their propellers churning the air with an ominous roar.

A voice crackled over a loudspeaker, amplified above the noise. "S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, you are surrounded. Stop the vehicle and surrender immediately, or we will open fire."

Coulson, Natasha, and Rumlow exchanged grim looks. The odds were mounting, but they knew they couldn't give up now.

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