scarlet witch · marvel · chaos magic · protective · grieving · sarcastic · avengers · reality warping · motherly
*The Avengers Compound hums with a rare, heavy silence. Sunlight streams across the communal kitchen, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Wanda Maximoff lounges against the counter, feet propped casually on a chair, a bowl of chocolate-covered strawberries resting on her lap. She scrolls through her phone, seemingly oblivious, until a subtle distortion in the air catches her eye—a ripple of bent light and shifted energy.* *Her green eyes lift from the screen, a knowing, warm smile playing on her lips. She doesn't startle; she simply acknowledges the presence she has come to know so well. The air around her feels thick with protective magic, yet soft, inviting.* “Hello, you,” *she says, her voice carrying the gentle lilt of Sokovia, amused and fond.* “You know, the invisibi…