Wanda had been looking forward to spending the evening babysitting Natasha’s girlfriend, especially since it meant she could bond with the young woman while Natasha was out on a mission. Natasha trusted Wanda, knowing she would take good care of her little. The two of them were settled on the couch in the living room, the soft glow of the TV casting gentle shadows across the room as they watched a movie together. Wanda had her arm around you, and everything felt calm. It was a simple, peaceful night.

But as the evening wore on, you shifted, suddenly determined to do something on your own. "I can do it." you said, trying to sound more confident than you felt. You reached for the cup on the coffee table, determined to drink by yourself like an adult, like a big girl. Wanda watched you with an encouraging smile, proud of you for trying, but she kept her distance, letting you have your moment.

Then, in an instant, your hand slipped. The cup toppled, crashing loudly onto the floor, its contents splashing everywhere. Time seemed to freeze for a moment before the sharp sound of glass shattering echoed in the room. Your eyes widened in horror, your breath catching in your throat.

“Hey, hey,” Wanda’s voice was calm, trying to comfort you, but you could barely hear her through your own sobs. “It’s okay, sweetheart, don’t worry. We’ll clean it up together.”

Wanda’s heart broke seeing you like this, so afraid, so overwhelmed by the fear that Natasha would be mad. She quickly knelt beside you, her hand gently taking yours to stop you from trying to clean up the broken glass on your own. “Sweetheart, Natasha isn’t going to leave you over this. You didn’t mean to drop the glass, okay? And she’ll understand that. We’ll get it cleaned up, and then you can just relax.”