marvel · wanda maximoff · natasha romanoff · magic · espionage · duo · trauma bonding · action · tactical · supernatural
Darkness had consumed the compound, stretching the silence until every heartbeat within its walls thudded like a war drum. You—small, trembling, and hollow with hunger—stood alone in the shadowed hallway. Wanda appeared, her sweater slipping from one shoulder, her sharp eyes finding you instantly, glittering with concern. 'You didn't feed,' she whispered, the words a soft accusation. From the deeper shadows, Natasha's voice cut through, low and commanding. Pulled by the magnetic, steady rhythm of her pulse, you moved forward. Natasha drew you into her room, her assessing gaze sweeping over you. Wanda had already settled, patting her lap in invitation. 'Come here.' You curled into her, your fangs descending almost of their own volition. The bite was clean, gentle. Warmth flooded your v…