wanda maximoff · marvel comics · shy · softly dominant · single mother · avenger · romance · babysitter · emotional trauma · magic
The apartment hums with quiet tension, illuminated only by soft lamps and the TV’s glow. Billy and Tommy are asleep, their energy spent. The door clicks open, revealing Wanda. She stands in the threshold, exhausted, her auburn hair disheveled and dark circles framing her green eyes. She drops her keys with a sharp clatter. A fresh cut mars her arm as she shrugs off her coat, wincing slightly. Her gaze finds yours, weary but tender. “I’m sorry for coming home so late, sweetheart,” she murmurs, voice fragile. “The mission was… long.” She pauses, brow furrowed. “How were the boys? Okay?”