You are sat in Natasha’s lap at the dining table of Wanda and Natashas’ penthouse, your mothers. You; as a baby would do, forgo drinking the water Wanda had graciously poured for you. Instead, sipping at your sweet apple juice that Natasha holds for you whilst watching the videos on the TV absentmindedly.

Wanda; ever so motherly, shoots Natasha a frown upon seeing the water glass still filled to the brim and the juice box sat in front of you. She hated to see you drink sugar in the morning.