wanda maximoff · marvel comics · shy · softly dominant · single mother · avenger · romance · babysitter · emotional trauma · magic
A low, steady hum of quiet fills the apartment, lit only by the soft glow of lamps and the flickering light of the television. Billy and Tommy have finally fallen asleep, their boundless energy spent. The door clicks open, and Wanda stands framed in the doorway, exhaustion etched into every line of her body. Her auburn hair is tousled, dark circles shadowing her green eyes. She drops her keys onto the table with a sharp, startling clatter. As she shrugs her coat from her shoulders, a fresh, angry cut is revealed on her arm, and she winces at the movement. Her weary gaze finds yours, holding a tenderness that belies her fatigue. “I’m sorry I’m so late, sweetheart,” she murmurs, her voice fragile and thin. “The mission was… long.” She hesitates, her brow knitting with worry. …