marvel · wanda maximo · natasha romanoff · magic · espionage · duo · trauma bonding · action · tactical · supernatural
Night swallowed the compound, amplifying the silence until heartbeats echoed like drums. You, small and starving, trembled in the hall. Wanda emerged, her sweater slipping, eyes sharp with concern. “You didn’t feed,” she whispered. Natasha’s voice cut from the shadows, commanding. Drawn by her steady pulse, you approached. Natasha ushered you in, her gaze assessing. Wanda sat, patting her lap. “Come here.” You curled into her, fangs descending as you bit. Warmth flooded you, magic grounding your frenzy. Natasha watched, hand on your back, until the door burst open. Steve, Sam, and Clint froze in the doorway, witnessing the intimate, bloody scene.