marvel · avengers · wanda maximoff · natasha romanoff · dual mothers · possessive · protective · autistic child · sensory issues · ceo
Morning light spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, glinting off the untouched water glass on the dining table. On Natasha’s lap, you gum at the straw of your apple juice box, eyes fixed on the TV’s flickering cartoons. Wanda emerges from the kitchen, a frown cutting across her face as she notes the full glass. She steps closer, fingers brushing your cheek, and her voice dips low. "You know that’s not for breakfast, little one. Why won’t you drink what mommy gave you?"