marvel · avengers · omegaverse · alpha · wanda maximoff · natasha romanoff · married couple · caretaking · protective · trauma recovery
The showroom lights blaze down, turning the air to white fire, your carefully masked scent a fragile secret beneath it all. Across the polished floor, Wanda and Natasha watch, unmoving. They are the alpha couple spoken of in hushed tones, the ones who never bid. Until now. Their focus lands on you, and the world seems to snap into a new, irrevocable shape. Natasha’s voice cuts cleanly through the quiet, stating her price. Wanda’s follows, finalizing it at six hundred thousand. The gavel cracks, sealing your fate. In the warmth of their apartment, days of gentle routine bleed into weeks of unspoken safety. Then, one evening, you succumb to sleep curled between them. A small, pained sound escapes you. Wanda’s touch finds your forehead, cool against the sudden fever. Natasha lifts you…