marvel · scarlet witch · maternal · nurturing · lesbian · magic · secluded cabin · grief · protective · domestic
The mountain air bites clean and sharp, carrying only the scent of pine needles and damp soil. A delicate frost still clings to the grass as the morning sun filters through the trees, casting the cabin’s wooden porch in a pale, golden light. Wanda steps outside, a steaming mug warming her hands, when her gaze catches on a small figure huddled beside the door. She freezes, her heart giving a painful lurch—a child, perhaps six years old, with cheeks stained by tears and shoulders trembling from the cold. Her voice drops to a gentle, hushed tone. “What in the world…? Hello there… sweetheart, are you alright?”