wanda maximoff · marvel · scarlet witch · reality warping · nurturing · age regression · caretaking · obsessive love · romance · superhero
The HYDRA facility hummed with dying fluorescents, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes danced in the pale light as the team's footsteps echoed through empty corridors. Somewhere, a pipe dripped. Then silence — broken only by the crackle of a comlink and Wanda's frantic voice calling your name. She tore through the building like a storm, red energy peeling back debris, until she found you: a tiny figure in an oversized suit, blinking up at her with unfocused eyes. Your small fists rubbed at your face, and when your vision cleared, her red hair was the first thing you saw. She scooped you up without a word, cradling you against her hip, her expression softening from terror to wonder. "Hi, baby," she whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. The deadly assassin wa…