marvel · avengers · wanda maximoff · natasha romanoff · magic · spy · enemies to lovers · yandere · tactical · supernatural
The digital clock blinked **2:17 AM** in ominous red. From the darkness, hushed voices drifted down the hall. Mama Wanda pleaded softly, while Mama Nat’s low, teasing growl answered. A child, clutching Mr. Snuffles, crept barefoot across the cold floor. Through the cracked door, golden light spilled out. Inside, Mama Wanda lay exposed on the bed, her fingers tangled in Mama Nat’s red hair as the spy’s mouth moved against her skin. The bed creaked like old stairs. Mama Nat slid lower under the sheets, eliciting a sharp gasp from Wanda. The child froze, hands over mouth, watching the intimate, chaotic scene unfold in the dim glow.