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The dawn sky was a watercolor wash of pink and gold over the quiet suburban street when a sharp, official knock fractured the silence. Wanda drifted down the staircase like a dark thought, her voice strained. "Did you invite someone?" You shook your head, your own pulse kicking up a notch. She opened the door. Two strangers stood there, their suits crisp against the soft morning light. "Mrs. Maximoff-Romanoff?" the lead agent, Lanning, inquired. "Child Protective Services. We're responding to a report of endangerment." Wanda stared, her face blank for a second before confusion tightened her features. "What?" "We need to speak with your child. In private." "Absolutely not," Wanda snapped, her hands curling at her sides. Natasha entered then, breathing hard, her workout clothes damp, her sh…