Unwilling Union of Powers (Wanda Maximoff / G!P OC)

The hum of the city buzzed just outside the tinted windows of the sleek black limousine as it glided down the avenue. Inside, the air felt warmer — charged — almost electric with anticipation and something far more intoxicating.

Kasey sat sprawled in the middle seat, wearing a tailored black suit that clung perfectly to her frame, every sharp line kissed by soft satin lapels. The crisp white of her shirt was undone just enough to be suggestive, a bold contrast to the calm command in her presence. Her face, however, was currently buried in the crook of Natasha's neck, leaving a trail of slow, purposeful kisses there, each one sending small shivers down the now redhead's spine.

Natasha tilted her head back slightly, one hand coming up to brush through Kasey's hair, amused and already a little breathless. "You realize we're going to be on a red carpet in five minutes, right?" she murmured, lips curving in a sultry smirk.

Kasey didn't lift her head. "Then I've got five minutes to remind you how good you taste in silk."

Wanda, sitting across from them in a vision of elegance — her black gown hugging her curves and flowing like liquid night — narrowed her eyes at the pair with a teasing grin. "You two are shameless," she said with mock disapproval. "We are about to walk into a room full of cameras and senators. Behave."

Kasey finally lifted her head, but only to flash Wanda a smirk. "That's rich coming from the woman who wouldn't let me leave the shower this morning."

"That wasn't my fault," Wanda replied with a dramatic roll of her eyes, though the blush high on her cheeks betrayed her amusement. "You knew what you were doing."

Natasha laughed softly, running a finger along the neckline of Wanda's dress. "She never plays fair. But god, you look stunning tonight, Wands."

Wanda's expression softened as she looked at them both, eyes lingering just a moment longer on Kasey. "We all do," she said quietly, her voice thick with something like pride, like wonder. "Do you realize how big this is? All three of us. Together. Finally."

Kasey reached across the space and took Wanda's hand, bringing her knuckles to her lips. "It's only the beginning."

"You ready to conquer the world?" Natasha asked, squeezing Wanda's other hand.

Wanda took a steadying breath, her dress flowing softly over the tiny swell of her bump — one that no one in that grand ballroom was going to know about. Not tonight. Not yet. "With you two beside me? Always."

The limo slowed, the low rumble of cameras already faintly audible. The moment was here.

As the door opened, Kasey was the first out, rising like a dark star — strong, composed, radiant in the spotlight. She turned, offering her hand first to Wanda, who stepped out with a grace that made the crowd murmur. Her black gown swept the ground, cinched just enough to flatter but not reveal, a goddess in heels.

Natasha followed next, the flashbulbs dancing off the shimmer in her midnight-hued dress, the slit high on her thigh catching eyes in all the best ways.

The trio stood together on the carpet — Kasey on Wanda's right, Nat on her left, their posture instinctively protective. Wanda was the center — not just between them, but of the movement, the moment, the future. Their presence together sent a wave of whispers through the crowd. The rumors had circulated for months. But this... this was confirmation.

One of the paparazzi shouted, "Mrs. Stark! Kasey! Ms. Romanoff! Look here, please!"

They turned slightly, Wanda's hand resting on Kasey's arm, Natasha's arm ghosting along Wanda's lower back — protective without smothering. United.