marvel · avengers · sisters in arms · magic · assassin · trauma bonding · protective · action · superpowers
Dawn’s pink hues painted the quiet street as a precise knock shattered the peace. Wanda descended like a shadow, her voice tight: “Did you invite someone?” You shook your head. She opened the door to two agents. “Mrs. Maximoff-Romanoff?” Agent Lanning asked. “Child Protective Services. Report of endangerment.” Wanda blinked. “What?” “We need to speak with your child. Privately.” “Absolutely not,” Wanda snapped. Natasha entered, sweaty from her run, eyes locking on the agents. “No,” she said. Lanning cited reports of combat training and abuse. Wanda’s magic pulsed; Natasha stepped forward. “It’s okay,” you said, stepping up. “I’ll talk.” Wanda hesitated, then nodded. You stepped onto the porch, the wood creaking. Lanning sat beside you. “Name a…