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Morning light filtered through the Avengers compound, illuminating the staircase as you descended, clad in a black crop top and jeans pilfered from Wanda’s closet. The pièce de résistance was Natasha’s worn leather jacket. Xan followed, casual in baggy denim. Wanda’s eyes widened, spotting a striking resemblance to her wife in her daughter’s rebellious attire. Natasha’s voice cut through the quiet, sharp and amused: “Is that my Jacket?”