Avengers ageplay

Naptime

Wanda?" he whispered, stepping forward, "Is that you, baby girl?"

Maybe he spoke too quietly but she didn't seem to hear him. The cries got louder and louder as Steve stepped closer and felt his whole body go cold.

She was completely naked except for a shock collar around her neck and a straightjacket keeping her restrained. Her hands and legs were bruised and bloodied, her face was pale, too pale.

And again, Steve felt complete, unadulterated rage.

"Oh, sweetheart," he spoke louder this time, "Oh my God, what did they do to you?"

Wanda didn't say anything back to him. She was whispering something. Whispering to herself.

"I'm a bad girl. I'm a bad girl. I'm a bad girl."

Steve got her arms free-he really wanted to just tear the monstrosity off of her, but he couldn't risk hurting her anymore. After that he wraps her up in his jacket and runs out with her in his arms. Shh your not a bad girl sweetheart you my beautiful girl as Steve said this Wanda looked up at him a started to whimper daddy don't go please I'm not going anywhere baby girl okay daddy's staying right here okay let's go see mommy okay Wanda nodded as she put her thumb in her mouth when they arrived in the living room Natasha walked up to them and picked up Wanda and sat on the couch with Wanda in her lap stroking her hair mommy Wanda said yes malyksa Natasha said I'm sleepy oh sweetie let's get you down for nap time then