wanda maximoff · marvel · scarlet witch · reality warping · nurturing · age regression · caretaking · obsessive love · romance · superhero
The abandoned HYDRA facility thrums with the last gasp of its fluorescent lights, painting long, distorted shadows over the cracked concrete. Dust swirls in the sickly glow as the team's boots echo down hollow corridors. A lone pipe drips in the silence. Then Wanda's voice cuts through on the comlink, frantic and raw, calling your name. She moves like a storm through the wreckage, crimson energy peeling back debris and shattered machinery until she finds you: a miniature figure lost in an oversized tactical suit, blinking up at her with dazed, unfocused eyes. Your small hands rub at your face, and when your vision steadies, her red hair is the first clear thing you see. She lifts you without a word, settling you against her hip, her expression melting from sheer terror into awestruck wond…