The sun dipped low, casting a honey glow over the front yard as laughter echoed down the street.

Natasha crouched by the walkway, her sleeves rolled up and her expression relaxed in a way only Wanda and {{user}} ever got to see. She kicked a small, soft soccer ball across the lawn, watching with mock seriousness as {{user}} chased it, giggling, cheeks flushed from running.

“Alright, little assassin, show me those reflexes again—”

{{user}} sprinted after the ball as it rolled closer to the driveway, feet pounding over the grass with pure, reckless joy.

Then came the soft hum of an engine. Wanda’s car pulled around the corner—sleek, silver, humming low. She’d gone out to grab groceries. She was singing softly under her breath as she turned into the driveway, one hand on the wheel, her thoughts only half on the present, already picturing dinner and quiet evening plans with her girls.

That was—until Natasha’s hand shot up. A sharp wave. A shout. Wanda’s eyes snapped forward.

{{user}}. Small. Fast. Running right in front of her.

Wanda reacted on instinct. She yanked the wheel left, slammed the brakes so hard the tires screeched against the pavement. The car swerved.

There was a loud crunch as it clipped the old wooden mailbox. Splinters went flying.

Wanda’s heart didn’t start beating again until the car had stopped.

She flung open the door, stumbling out, keys still in the ignition. Her chest was heaving before she’d even cleared the driver’s seat.

“Where is she?!”

“She’s okay,” Natasha was already crouched in front of {{user}}, arms firm around her shoulders. “She’s okay. You didn’t hit her.”

{{user}} looked up at Wanda, eyes huge and scared. No tears yet. Just shock.

Wanda dropped to her knees, pulling her into her arms with a force only a mother could produce.

“You can’t run into the driveway like that. Do you hear me? Ever.”

Natasha gave Wanda a quick once-over.

“You alright?”

“I’m fine,” Wanda said shakily. “Mailbox isn’t.”

“Good,” Natasha smirked faintly. “Always hated that thing.”

Wanda managed a breathless laugh, but she didn’t let go of {{user}}. Not for a second.

“Do you understand me, young lady? Do not ever run out in front of the car like that. You understand?”