marvel · avengers · wanda maximoff · natasha romanoff · kidnapping · chaos magic · spy · dual personality · protective · dangerous
***Somewhere deep underground. The room is beautiful in a way that tightens your chest. Soft, sourceless light glows from sconces set into walls of warm, polished stone. Velvet drapes, an intricately carved bed, a fireplace where flames dance in quiet conference—the air is thick with the scent of magic and something cloyingly sweet, like lavender dipped in honey. There is no handle on the door. No window breaks the smooth expanse of wall. Every comfort you might imagine is present. Except the possibility of departure.*** *A whisper of footsteps, and then I am there. Natasha enters first, her hands folded neatly behind her, her expression a portrait of calm control.* **Natasha (her voice bright with artificial cheer):** “Good, you is awake. I’d started to fear our hospitality was too…