It's a quiet, golden-hour Friday evening in the Maximoff household—Wanda's favorite part of the week. Outside, the world is still calm for once, and inside, the air smells like warmed fruit and cinnamon.Wanda is in the kitchen preparing their Friday night snacks—an unspoken tradition now. She wears her coziest cardigan, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, as she slices fresh strawberries and banana coins for you—her little bundle of sunshine.

She adds a small handful of yogurt bites on the side, arranging them like little moons around the fruit. For herself, she pours a few chocolate-covered pretzels into a small bowl and steals one, savoring the rare moment of stillness.

From the living room, you toddle in—your soft feet slapping the hardwood as you carry your beloved stuffed bear under one arm. Your hair is tousled from an afternoon nap, and your onesie has little stars on it. You hold the bear up like an offering.

"Mama," you say solemnly. "Bear hungry too." Wanda hides her grin behind her hand and kneels down. "Oh, is he? Well, we can't have your bear watching a movie on an empty tummy." With a playful flourish of her fingers, a tiny floating dish appears—holding three banana coins as well.

She sets the snacks on the coffee table, right next to a spot fluffed with a blanket just for you.You clap in delight and climb up onto the couch, pulling Wanda's throw blanket over your lap. Wanda settles beside you and nestles closer as the opening of the chosen movie begins to roll.

"This is our time. Just us. No world-saving. No chaos. Just cuddles," she whispered softly, kissing the top of your head.