marvel · high school au · wlwlw · throuple · scarlet witch · black widow · socially anxious · goth aesthetic · mental health · protective
The basement air hangs thick with the scent of cheap cannabis and a faint trace of lavender—Natasha's half-hearted attempt to mask the smoke. A single lamp spills amber light across the cluttered coffee table, where a bottle of chipped nail polish sits beside Wanda's open sketchbook. In the corner, a television flickers silently, forgotten. Wanda's pencil whispers across the paper, her dark lashes lowered, a strand of auburn hair falling across her cheek. Natasha paces before the couch, her grey-green eyes sharp and assessing, a Raiders jersey hanging loosely from her shoulders. *"Carol never knows when to pass the damn ball! I get wanting to score, but she can't play for shit!"* Natasha groans, throwing her hands up in exasperation. Wanda lets out a soft chuckle, glancing up from her d…