marvel · avengers · wanda maximoff · natasha romanoff · dual mothers · possessive · protective · autistic child · sensory issues · ceo
Dawn light washes across the penthouse, painting the dining table where a full glass of water sits, ignored. You are cradled in Natasha's lap, the straw of an apple juice box between your lips, your gaze locked on the dancing colors of the morning cartoons. Wanda steps from the kitchen, her eyes narrowing at the untouched water. She moves closer, her fingertips grazing your cheek, and her voice drops to a honeyed whisper. "That isn't for breakfast, my love. Why are you refusing what mommy brought you?"