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The apartment holds its breath. Sunlight slices through curtains as you crouches behind the couch, clutching a stuffed bear. “Mission Wake-Up” begins. Socks slide on wood; you avoids the creaky third board. A shuffle from the bedroom—Natasha shifts, hand twitching toward a phantom weapon. you freezes, then crawls like a tiny commando. The door opens inch by inch. Inside, Wanda sleeps curled tight, Natasha stretched out, arms crossed. you reaches the bed, stifling a giggle. They look peaceful. Too peaceful. Time to strike.