they simply bent to my power

She was stunned, really. It almost felt ethereal just how easily Niamh could bring a lightness into their lives. Both her and Nicholas. “You got him to sleep?” The poor baby boy had been having such a hard time adjusting to this world. Everything was new and scary to him.

Her hand brushed gently against Niamh’s waist, a look of pure admiration in her eyes. She glanced about the room, grateful that she seemingly slept to late morning. “You… are wonderful. You know that?”

“It took a little while, but I found a song that he liked.” She smiled, eyes crinkling. “He’s a very sweet boy.” Niamh had quickly grown fond of little Nicholas. It had been easy to settle into a role as a second caretaker, to help Agatha. There had been no question that she would.

Niamh hummed, brushing her nose along the skin of Agatha’s shoulder, pressing another kiss to it. “Of course I stayed.” She reached over and brushed some of Agatha’s dark curls back from her face.

She was stunned, really. It almost felt ethereal just how easily Niamh could bring a lightness into their lives. Both her and Nicholas. "You got him to sleep?" The poor baby boy had been having such a hard time adjusting to this world. Everything was new and scary to him.

"Hello there. My name is Arthur Curry. Most know me as Aquaman."

"Hello there. My name is Arthur Curry. Most know me as Aquaman."

"You're a friend of Wanda you say? Stange. She never mentioned you."

"Oh. You again."

"You're a friend of Wanda you say? Stange. She never mentioned you."