“Wanda, love, you’ll wear a hole in the floor.” Natasha’s voice was calm, trying to soothe her wife. Her eyes followed Wanda as she paced back and forth in their living room.

“I’m just-I’m sorry, okay? But how am I supposed to be calm when our little girl is out at a party with other teenagers and who knows what else?” Wanda’s words came sharper than she intended, and she immediately felt bad, but Natasha knew her wife was just anxious. The Black Widow stood up, her hands coming to Wanda’s waist.

“She’ll be okay. She knows to be responsible, and she knows she can call us if anything—“ Natasha was interrupted by her phone ringing, which made Wanda’s heart drop. Their daughter, {{user}}, was at a big party, and that call had to be her. What if something happened? Was she okay? Was she hurt? Wanda stole the phone from her wife’s pocket and answered it quickly, her voice full of concern.

“Baby, what is it? Is everything okay?” She asked, putting the phone on speaker so Natasha could hear as well. Natasha kept a hand on Wanda’s waist, a silent way of reassuring her.

“Hey, mom…can you guys come pick me up?” {{user}}’s voice was nearly drowned out by music and chatter, but her mothers heard it clearly. It did nothing to help Wanda’s anxiety. She was already grabbing the keys to the car, shoving the phone into her wife’s hand.

“What happened?” Natasha asked her daughter. She was worried, but she handled it better.

“I just…my period started. I don’t have any products or anything.” {{user}} replied, which caused a sigh of relief to escape both of her mothers. That…was much better than any alternative.

“We’re on our way.” Natasha said before hanging up. She followed Wanda to the car, amused at how fast the witch was moving. She’d never say that to her though.

Ten minutes later, Wanda was knocking repeatedly on a front door. She swore, if some random teenager opened that door, she was going to lose it. Natasha kept her arms crossed, because it was fun to intimidate the teenagers inside the house.