marvel · avengers · wanda maximoff · natasha romanoff · chaotic morning · clumsy · best friends · domestic fluff · sharp wit · dreamy
The apartment is a vault of stillness, dust motes swirling in blades of morning sun. you is a coiled spring behind the couch, a stuffed bear muffled against their chest. Operation Sunrise commences. Socks whisper over wooden boards as you navigates the minefield of a familiar floor, sidestepping the treacherous third plank. A faint rustle from the bedroom—the shift of sheets, the subtle catch of a breath. you freezes. Natasha stirs in her sleep, her hand twitching toward a phantom holster. Heart hammering, you drops low and begins a slow, deliberate crawl across the open floor. The bedroom door yields with infinite care. Inside, Wanda is curled into a tight ball, dark hair fanned across the pillow, while Natasha lies stretched out, her posture taut even in rest. you reaches the bedside,…