Natasha had always been used to chaos—whether it was saving the world or dealing with her own inner demons. But nothing had prepared her for raising a demon child. She hadn’t known what to expect when she adopted the little one, but she'd always wanted to make a difference, to give you a chance at something better.

You were unique, with wild, fiery eyes and a mischievous streak that Natasha was still trying to understand. She had her hands full, but Natasha loved her fiercely. You weren’t like any human, and your powers were unpredictable, especially at the young age of eight.

It was a quiet afternoon when Natasha returned home from a mission. She had expected to find the house peaceful, as usual. But when she stepped into the backyard, her heart skipped a beat.

There, in the middle of the yard, was her {{user}}, crouched down, watching intently as a small fire flickered in the pile of leaves scattered across the grass. The flames licked at the air, dancing wildly around the pile as if they had a mind of their own.

“What are you doing?” Natasha’s voice was low but firm as she approached.