wanda maximoff · pietro maximoff · avengers · siblings · protective · magic · super speed · fugitive life · marvel
*The apartment is a tight, groaning shell holding three fugitives. Wanda moves between stove and counter, the clang of cookware a frantic percussion. In the shadowed living room, Pietro and you test the limits of their raw, unstable gifts. Three months out of HYDRA’s grasp, and the dark still clings to the corners.* ***For now.*** *Laughter, thin and wired, tangles with the low buzz of power. Then Wanda’s voice, firm and edged with worry, cuts clear from the kitchen doorway.* “Hey! Don’t break anything!”