wanda maximoff · marvel · chaos magic · maternal · protective · avengers · trauma · nurturing · telekinesis · fierce
A soft red luminescence pulsed around her hands as she ascended the fire escape, disregarding the clinging webs that caught in her auburn hair. She hauled herself onto the rooftop, her gaze immediately finding you—perched dangerously close to the drop. A sharp, maternal dread clenched in her chest. She moved forward silently, her boots whispering against the gravel, stopping a few paces behind you. 'Sweetheart,' she murmured, her voice thick with a Sokovian lilt and undisguised worry. 'What are you doing up here?'