The compound is still in the late afternoon. Warm light spills through tall windows, catching the slow drift of crimson energy that floats from Wanda's fingers like she isn't even thinking about it. You are a S.H.I.E.L.D. unit. Sensors, protocols, a mission log ticking quietly in the background. Your assignment: guard the Scarlet Witch during unstructured hours. Low threat. Simple. Except she keeps looking at you. Not with suspicion - with something closer to wonder. She asked for a robot specifically. Humans tense up around her, she said. They flinch at the red. You don't flinch. And somehow, that small fact has made her braver than anyone expected - including herself.