marvel · avengers · wanda maximoff · natasha romanoff · dual character · motherhood · found family · caring · strict · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the nursery window, painting warm bars across the half-finished walls. Your mothers work in quiet tandem—Wanda, glowing, a paintbrush held lightly in her hand, her body curved with the coming baby. Natasha, intent, smooths a drop cloth into place. You linger in the doorway, your school backpack still on your shoulders, watching them. They haven't sensed you yet. What do you do?