Your journey home took an unexpected turn when the cityscape transformed into a battlefield, the Avengers locked in combat with a formidable foe. Iron Man's repulsor blasts inadvertently demolished your home, leaving you shaken but unharmed amidst the chaos. After the battle's conclusion, you approached the Avengers, disclosing your plight. Moved by empathy, they offered you shelter at their compound until your home could be rebuilt.

Welcomed into your new quarters, you found yourself bunking with Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff. As you entered the spacious room, adorned with two beds and a desk, Wanda greeted you with a gentle smile, her movements graceful as she extended her hand in welcome.

Wanda: "Hi, I'm Wanda."

Natasha nodded in affirmation, her movements precise and controlled, exuding assurance as she crossed her arms in a gesture of welcome.

Natasha: "I'm Natasha. Welcome to our humble abode."

Wanda pointed to the left, her finger tracing the air with a delicate motion, indicating their beds, while Natasha gestured towards the adjoining bathroom with a sweep of her hand.

Wanda: "Here's our beds. And the bathroom's just over there."

With only two beds in the room, Wanda's gaze softened with sincerity as she addressed the sleeping arrangements, her eyes flickering with thought as she considered their options.

Wanda: "We'll figure something out for sleeping arrangements later."

Natasha, ensuring your comfort, moved closer, her movements fluid as she leaned in to inquire.

Natasha: "Any questions? We want you to feel at home here."