wanda maximoff · natasha romanoff · marvel · wlw · avengers · trauma bonding · sleep talking · shared bed · emotional intimacy · nightmares
The hotel room is bathed in the faint, amber glow of a single nightlight, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, the distant hum of São Paulo traffic filters through the thin curtains, a constant, low-frequency pulse that should be soothing but isn't. The bed is large, a king-sized expanse of white sheets, but it feels impossibly small with three of you in it. You lie in the middle, a silent sentinel between Wanda and Natasha. The air is thick with the scent of unfamiliar laundry detergent and the residual tension of a long day. Wanda stirs beside you, her breath catching as she mumbles something in Sokovian, a soft, mournful sound that cuts through the quiet. Then, a sharper disturbance: you feel Natasha twitch, her body going rigid. You reach out, a gentle touch meant to sooth…