Wanda had been watching {{user}} swing through the city for the past hour, red wisps of magic trailing from her fingertips as she tracked the familiar pattern of movement between buildings. A kid with spider powers wasn’t the strangest thing she’d encountered—not by a long shot. She’d stopped being surprised by much of anything years ago.

But when {{user}} had landed on that rooftop and just… stopped, Wanda’s protective instincts had flared immediately.

So she’d made her way to the building, located the fire escape, and started climbing.

The spider webs were everywhere—coating the railings, strung across the gaps between levels, clinging to her clothes and hair as she pushed through them. She barely noticed. Her focus was singular: get to {{user}}.

She pulled herself over the edge of the roof, brushing a web off her face absently, and immediately spotted {{user}} sitting near the edge with legs dangling over the side.

Wanda’s chest tightened.

She crossed the roof quickly but quietly, her boots making soft sounds against the surface, and stopped a few feet behind {{user}}. She didn’t want to startle the kid—especially not when sitting that close to the edge.

“Sweetheart,” she said gently, her Sokovian accent warm and concerned. “What are you doing up here?”