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Winter Magic - Wanda Maximoff x romanoff!Reader

Summary: A simple plan for a special Christmas. When will it all fall apart? Can broken things be fixed? But above all, how much snow is there in Iowa?

Warnings: literally nothing, this is the fluffiest I've written, just a little frustration, otherwise it's all Christmas fluff (Ah wait I forgot, Pietro [yes he's the only warning])

A/N: Did you understand how much I love Christmas? Well here you will get a slight taste of quantity.

Words: 15.027

(This is more or less the Wanda I've imaginated here)

Winter is your favorite season and everyone at the compound knows it. Actually, you love Christmas, and Christmas is in the winter so you love both.

From the first snowfall an incredible joy mounts you and you are already looking forward to December.

Funny Christmas sweaters are a must for you, together with a roundup of typical Christmas films and baking sweets of all kinds.

Your room from early December (even before) is already full of flashing lights and you always make a ponytail with green and red white bows.

The best thing about the holidays is sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace, wearing a nice sweater, heavy trousers and woolen socks (Christmas obviously) and enjoying a nice hot chocolate with marshmallows.

This year, however, Christmas will be even more special, because strangely it seems that even the bad guys have taken a break and so you are all present.

And while most of you (except you) aren't that into Christmas, you have three reasons to make this Christmas perfect.

First reason: Vision, he doesn't understand the meaning of Christmas and he never even celebrated it because he was literally born seven months ago, your job is to make him understand it.

Second and third reason: Wanda and Pietro, they haven't celebrated Christmas for a long time and you want them to feel as comfortable as possible, and what's better than an American-style Christmas?

Here you are then with a huge box of decorations in your arms and Vision behind you heading towards the tree in the center of the break room (basically your living room).

"I don't understand why so many decorations. Don't you want to blind someone?" the pesky synthezoid blared like a buzz as you carried the box.

"No, I won't blind anyone. They are used to decorate the tree" grimacing, continue your mission undeterred, make him fall in love with Christmas.

"Hey Wands, I brought the lights" you announce your presence in the room, before losing the box and finding yourself with a tree already full of lights and a satisfied Pietro next to you. "Pietro!!!" you both exclaim, she's closer than you so she manages to slap her arm, but your intent was the same.

"What is it? I just sped it up!" offended, he walks away from the tree and lets himself slip down on the sofa, while you roll your eyes at his antics. "This is not the meaning of Christmas, the meaning is to spend time with the family, with the people you love.Try to be kinder and stuff like that" puffing open the other box with decorations to hang.

"Yes, yes yes everyone is better at Christmas! I'll leave the balls to you girls if you care so much. Ungrateful" he snorts in resignation, turning on the television and flipping through the channels.

"Leave him alone. Piet has always been sensitive. There will be more fun for us"jokingly Wanda teases her twin, while hanging some balls on the tree. "Trust me, the fun has just begun," you counter along with the game

Usually when Wanda's around, which is most of the day, you feel all weird. A feeling in the stomach, pleasant in a certain sense, but since the Christmas period has begun it has been increasing.

If you would talk to your mother about it she would tell you that you are in love with Wanda, but you really don't want to because you know she is wrong right?

Right now you're not so sure.

Seeing her smile as she helped you decorate her Christmas tree, all those things you've said to each other since you met her, how close you've been in such a short time.

Oh shit!!! I'm in love with Wanda Maximoff!!!

You freeze for a moment when you realize it, but are forced back to normal when you remember that you are sharing a room with a telepath. You try to stick to plans but the more you spend time with Wanda the more you become convinced of your feelings and it wears you out.

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Now it's night, it's supposed to be the Christmas movie marathon and you were sitting on the sofa early waiting for others to join you.

When a brunette comes up to you and stands in front of you, she is surprised to see you so depressed and decides to sit on your lap. "What's bothering you oh my dear Y/N?" she looks at you curious, and you can't help but linger on her lips, how much you want to kiss her right now.

For a moment you really want it but then you see her blush and you understand that you were thinking about it really intensely almost as if you were screaming it mentally.

"Do you want to kiss me?" she asks you dumbfounded by your thoughts and then you can't help but try to withdraw and think of excuses for having ruined a friendship.

Just as you are about to push Wanda away and stand up two lips meet yours shyly.

At first you are a little alarmed by the sudden gesture but when you come back to reality you reciprocate gently sinking into the beauty of the girl you are kissing.

You can smell everything from the taste of her lip gloss to the sweet scent of her that she always wears. There is nothing more magical, time seems to stand still as you become the only people alive in this world, or at least the only ones you care about.

The kiss gets deeper and deeper, Wanda puts her hands behind your neck and your lips press closer and closer, then you tilt your head and let yours hang on her neck. You savor it until your lungs run out of air and when you stop you stare blissfully into each other's eyes, and damn if you're not in love with this girl.

"Are you? In love with me…" she asks, worried about a rejection but thrilled when she next gives her a little peck on her lips as confirmation. "I think I've always been" you get up on the courage after you finally admit it and start giving her light kisses in the crook of her neck managing to make her giggle.

"Hey! How long have you been so open with feelings," she manages between laughs before pulling away and expecting an honest answer. "With you, always. And then, didn't you tell me not to let opportunities slip away? Now I'm taking this opportunity with my new girlfriend." you with a toothy smile answered happy, perhaps not measuring well the weight of her words.

"Your girlfriend?" for a moment she sours a little, and then softens again when you start to feel bad and mumble various excuses. "No no no you don't have to apologize, it's just... It's funny, I was waiting for the perfect opportunity to tell you my feelings and then I saw you sitting here looking so depressed and I had to help you..." she tries to make you calm down, even getting a little embarrassed, so much so that she ran her hands over her face.

"...and then you kissed me, and I loved it. Look, I know I was a little rushed to establish you as my girlfriend and we can go slower if you want." you proposed before watching a frightened look hide behind her eyes.

"No, it's fine, of course I want to be your girlfriend it's just that… I wanted to be the first to come out. It's stupid" she says getting up and sitting next to you on the couch ashamed of being annoyed by such a childish thing.

You laugh softly and before she can frown you put your arm around her shoulders and pull her closer to her. "As long as it's about you it will never be stupid" you kisses her forehead and flutters a bit when she wrinkle her nose.

"Now it will be better to prepare for the arrival of the rest of the team, especially my mother, she will surely find out if we have done anything" you lean your head on your hand in frustration at the thought of having to hide anything so sweet between you and Wanda. "Oh but we didn't do anything honey bun, we've been here talking" she supports you with a wink before throwing a blanket towards you and spreading it over.

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While you two are turning on the first movie of the night, snuggling up close, haven't you noticed a certain redhead better known as your mother staring contentedly from behind the door jamb at the whole scene (yes, even the one of the kiss).

She knew it was going to happen ever since you talked about Wanda in Sokovia, and now she was about to interrupt an important moment in the new relationship, the first evening alone. She knew you wouldn't do anything naughty, especially since you had just had your first kiss, and so she trusted you two and she decided to vacate the room.

To avoid anyone else coming in and bothering you, Natasha told everyone else how things were, and no surprise they would have expected it too since you both kept talking about each other to everyone so they left you the movie night alone, at least all except Pietro.

With Pietro, Natasha had to handle it differently, she couldn't tell exactly what her sister was doing with his friend, so she... basically confined him to his room after sedating him.

That's it now she had secured the night off for her daughter, it was her turn to disappear from circulation now.

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You were there waiting for two hours and after being wary of showing loving attention in case someone came out of nowhere you slowly gave up realizing that no one would come anymore. "Guess they blew up movie night," you mutter as you look at your cell phone once again with the late hour clearly marked on it. "They don't know that they are lost" she consoles you by giving you a tender kiss on the cheek, and this makes you quite blush.

"They're missing out on the most beautiful girl in the world," you comment, stuffing popcorn into your mouth.

"I hope you're talking about me, because it would be very selfish if you think you are" she jokingly teases you and you decide to play along with her. "Even if I was talking about you, you shouldn't want to because then you'd be the selfish one" you counter expecting the exact answer she gives you, a punch on the shoulder and an offended look.

Don't worry, for me you will always be the most beautiful in the room

From the blush that this time appears on her cheeks and from the short but intense kiss that she steals from you, you understand that the little secret message has been received.

"See? Our first fight as a couple and it lasted a few seconds" you joke deciding to focus all on your girlfriend. "If they all ended up like this I'd always do them" compliments filling you with kisses all over the left side of your face.

"Well, Home Alone won't watch itself, there's always time for kisses" you jokingly urge the now long-abandoned film now playing.

And even if reluctantly you finally watch the film again, with a few kisses scattered here and there.

So after a few more movies you both collapse into dreamland, tangled up in each other as you peacefully rest together. Sure, it's not the first time you've slept together, but it's different this time, you're a couple now.

When she comes by to check if you were okay, Natasha sees you asleep with Wanda leaning on you and you, with a smile even while you sleep, she turn off the television still on and clean up the remains of the goodies that you swallowed like a garbage-eating mountain with your girlfriend.

And for a moment as she looks at you blissfully quiet she knows you're happy because you're definitely dreaming of the sleeping girl leaning on you.

She never expected that you would fall in love with the girl who was initially their enemy. Sure though, since the twins joined the team you've changed, you missed having a friendship with someone your age and since you know the twins you've formed a close bond with them.

How strange can fate be?

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After a few months of knowing each other you know that you both are heavy sleepers, in fact you are surprised when you wake up first and you can see that it is still early in the morning. You try to stay as still as possible so as not to wake Wanda, who is still sleeping peacefully on your chest, and you honestly find her adorable from this angle.

She has you trapped, with one arm under her and the other resting on her shoulder. So all you have to do is stand there staring at her sleeping form.

With the light coming through her half-open window her skin looks amber and with the sweater you bought her last week it matches yours.

Now you've noticed something that you don't know like her but she had escaped you, when she sleeps sometimes she wrinkles her nose and since she does it when she's thinking you know she's dreaming of something.

Your mind begins to wander as you gently intertwine your free hand with hers, thinking about everything but not checking when the girl would wake up.

"Hey stranger" she mutters smiling, unraveling from your arms and stretching herself well. "Hey stranger to you" you reply in kind, finally sitting up correctly and running a hand through your raven hair.

"Had a nice night?" she asks groggily looking around and noticing the cleanliness around. "Beautiful, but it will be less beautiful if we don't get up and my mother discovers us" defeat you complain already starting to get up, before a hand brings you back down and Wanda gives you a wild look.

"Hmm too bad, because I really wanted to stay cuddled with my girl" she says provocatively, and damn her accent has never been stronger, how can you tell her no. "Just a little bit" you give up, not so unhappy with your sentence, while making out with your girlfriend.

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After a deep kissing session you both got up elated and went to do your favorite morning activity which is cooking. This time there is a different emotion in the air accompanied by the usual fuss you combine when you work with the stove. "Why haven't we ever done it with magic?" you moan stirring pancake dough and puffing.

Your appearance makes Wanda giggle and you give her an offended, frustrated look. "Don't look at me like that, you said the old fashioned way was better" she grins a little more as she tries to pull herself together and get back to her employ of her, brownies.

"Well I was referring to the clothes, and it was seven months ago, now I'm more impatient" between one puff and another you tried to mix the now unusable dough.

"I want to make my brownies like this, you can also use a shortcut" she challenges you by continuing to mix with a superior attitude and a haughty air.

You give her a dirty look that if she weren't your girlfriend would have had physical results as well. "If you weren't my girlfriend, by now I would have knocked you down for what you said" you says abandoning the useless bowl and taking a new one to start all over again.

She takes the spoonful of chocolate and gives it a teasing lick before looking at you with dark eyes of desire for her. "Try to do that" she teases you she scowls. "Not now Maximoff, now I'll mix and dance" you counter by approaching the phone and playing one of Pietro's favorite songs that Wanda doesn't really like. "Not that!!!" she whimpers softly before getting a convinced yes from you and pouting.

In the end she finished baking "her brownies" first while you continued to sculettare happily mixing the second mixture of pancakes. Luckily this came out well.

"Ah! I told you, alone it's more satisfying" you exult as you put the last pancake on the plate and carry the plate to the center of the table. "At least we can make the toppings quickly," Wanda mutters, placing her brownies on the table too.

After you've nodded your head in a nutshell the pancakes become filled with a light dusting of chocolate and whipped cream, some even with a cherry on top, while the brownies come topped with sprinkles. "Ok perfect" you both happily affirm before giving each other a good peck on the lips and a high-five for a job well done.

You wanted to go and change your now all floured clothes with some clean ones, but then you got a mischievous idea. "JA-FRIDAY! Tell the team that breakfast is ready. And if they're not all here within sixty seconds, play Tony's playlist on full blast" you turn to the "new" AI that Tony has installed, having basically formatted JARVIS and implanted it in Vision's body, watching the realization in Wanda's eyes at your brilliant revenge for hanging around the night movie.

"Right away Miss Y/N" the robotic female voice replied before making the announcement into the rooms of your lazy teammates.

"This is really bad," says Wanda, finishing up eating the rest of the brownie batter with a spoon. "They deserve it. You can't negotiate with Christmas traditions" you grouchy mumble pointing to the rooms earning you a tender chuckle from Wanda.

At the end with a simple gesture of both hands you changed your clothes all floured with something cleaner. She with a green and blue sweater, with snowballs and Santa Claus depicted on it, fleece trousers always with snow and comfortable slippers. Instead, you preferred something more classic, a red and blue sweater with rudolph and blue fleece trousers.

When the eardrum-busting songs begin to play, you hear the sweet sound of vengeance in the form of heart-wrenching wails from your "friends", before seeing a red rage all messy coming towards you very angry.

"Y/N Romanoff!!!" your mother, with her hair all tousled and still in her pajamas, yells at you. "Hey mom" you greet ignoring her scruffy look, defying her aggressive demeanor.

"No 'hey mom'. Is that the way to wake people up? And don't try to say yes!" she starts ranting waving her arms menacingly in front of your impassive face. "It is, since you've all been hanging around movie night!" you answer by animating yourself in the speech, letting out all your displeasure at having been abandoned by everyone (except Wanda) during this tradition, in short, they know that traditions are important to you.

When she realizes why you ruptured her entire team's eardrums her fire temper fades a little as she remembers not thinking about this scenario last night. "That's not the way to take revenge anyway." she finally murmurs crossing her arms without deigning to look at you.

While you and your mom were arguing, Steve, Sam, and the others were also coming out of their rooms still groggy from sleep, from the music and from the screams they heard. The thing you didn't expect in that commotion was seeing Pietro running frantically around the room to then grab Natasha and pin her against the wall.

"Why did you sedate me?" confused and angry, the Sokovian tries to extrapolate an answer, from a former Russian spy, trained to resist the heaviest interrogations, seriously thinks he can get something out of it by asking so brutally.

In fact, the redhead's disadvantage is immediately reversed when she takes her arm, bends it and throws him to the ground with his chest down and his arm extended backwards. "Mom did you sedate him!?" shocked you ask the woman above Pietro, before having an answer you turn to Wanda and look for some explanation but she is just as confused as you.

"I didn't sedate him. I didn't sedate you," the redhead says, first turning to you and then to the boy below her who was trying to pull away from her painful grip. "Well too bad because my neck still hurts after you stuck me with that needle" he moans grinds at the pain in his harm.

"Okay, calm down everyone" entering the room Steve exclaimed.

"Yeah, can you tell what the hell happened?" immediately behind Sam asked appalled. There your mom and Pietro started talking over each other to assert their own versions.

Do you take care of them or should I?

They are all yours honey

"Now stop!" you scream in exasperation, getting all eyes on you. “Is it possible that we can't get along for more than 24 hours straight? We basically live together, and since I've been here there's always someone mad at someone!” you angrily explain all these stupid fights before receiving only more bickering from the two defendants.

"Shhh! I don't care who did what. In short, it's Christmas, we should all be better, be with family, friends, spend good time together not fighting. And then we are superheroes as well as friends and we shouldn't have any problems between us. Whatever the problem may be, please postpone it until the new year" you conclude the speech by silencing all the turmoil and only a few puffs came out before Pietro was freed from his grip and stood up abruptly rubbing his aching arm.

"Ah and Vision, you asked me what is the meaning of Christmas, well surely you won't see much here because it's in the gestures, in the feelings between people and here it seems that we can't stand each other, I'm sorry for you but among the Avengers there isn't magic of Christmas" disappointed you mutter disconsolately walking towards your room despondently.

"Ah, bon appétit. Wanda made her brownies, enjoy them, they are really special" are your last words before disappearing from the sight of your shocked teammates.

As soon as she sees you leave, Wanda runs after you, giving Pietro a disappointed look when she passes him to get to your room.

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Can I come in?

The lock on your door clicks and opens welcoming Wanda into your familiar room.

She sees you lying face down on the bed mumbling and she sits next to you. "I screwed up Wanda. Christmas is still a few days away and I already screwed it up" you complain angrily at yourself rolling your head from side to side.

"You haven't ruined anything Душо" she tries to console you by massaging your head aching from stress. "I ruined everything. I wanted to give you, Pietro and Vision a perfect Christmas, and we didn't even get there and already my mother was about to take your brother's arm off" you continue your complaints incessantly tired.

"You haven't ruined anything. They probably just had a case of mondays" she assures you even making you smile a little at this thing she happened to say sometimes. "Did you see? It's already better. And then I already have the best present I could have. Ти, моја принцезо" (You, my princess) she manages to make you lift your head and look into her green eyes full of love for you and damn if you not kiss her.

The kiss was short but intense, now you were staring at those magnificent emerald eyes. "One day you will really have to teach me sokovian" you ask her satisfied, getting a boop on the nose.

"One day maybe. Now there's someone who would like to talk to you" she breaks away from the hug, getting up from the bed she opens the door with a wave of her hand revealing Natasha about to knock.

As the redhead entered the room worried, Wanda darted away a little flushed mentally whispering to you.

I'm going to give Piet a lecture on why our friends don't attack each other, especially if they're my girlfriend's mother

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When you lose control of your emotions you used to go crazy and make a scene at the first victim, Natasha knew this, but she had never been the cause of this and this made her feel guilty.

"Это не твоя вина (it's not your fault)" without feelings and standoffish you tell her not even giving her a look.

"Блинчики были очень хороши (the pancakes were very good)" with what you can assume is a sad smile, she tries to lighten the conversation. "Thanks but they weren't for you" still offended maintain a sulk even though you can literally hear her strong thoughts about how guilty she feels.

"Weren't they for me? Since before you were my daughter you know that I love banana pancakes. And there were four well preserved ones there" she shakes your stubbornness remembering her bizarre passion for banana pancakes.

Apparently she manages to make you crack the enamel of offense with which you wrapped yourself, because you turn away while maintaining a sulk.

You were with your knees up to your chest, all curled up in yourself, but you could only imagine her 'I'm waiting for an explanation' look and you were already getting annoyed.

"I'm angry" you huff. "This is the first Christmas I really want to celebrate after my sister died, and I wanted to do it with you, with all of you." you explains pointing to the redhead and the ghosts of the squad scattered around the compound.

Her expression at first feigned hardness masking a sadness deep it began to crack revealing her true feelings by dissolving her hard posture into a softer one.

"And then, last night, you all abandoned me, left there on the couch by myself. I mean you all know how much I love Christmas in here!" you continue offended, accentuating the last sentence emphatically by moving your arms.

"I know солнышко, I know -" she approaches you trying to stroke your cheek, completely regretting having thought even if in good faith to leave you alone.

It took you two years to open up to her about your family and even if she loves you very much, she doesn't want you to withdraw into yourself, even if it hurts to open up

Instead of leaning into her warm palm like you always do this time you pull back with eyes flaming with anger. "No! You don't know what it's like to want to make everything perfect to make others happy! I wanted to give Vision, Pietro and Wanda a special Christmas like the ones I had as a child, and that included everything."

"Now I've ruined everything, Vision doesn't understand the meaning of Christmas and keeps asking me increasingly strange questions, you and Pietro were hitting each other off." small tears begin to form in your eyes as you let go of the stiffness of anger.

"The only one who came last night was Wanda, you know it was a beautiful evening and I wanted to spend it with all my family" you underline the last word, hurting Natasha even more who then hugs you tightly to her chest as the fountain of tears opens.

"Wanda is my only friend in here, and since we've been in Sokovia I feel my powers increase more and more since I met her" admit basking in your mother's longed-for hug, sad not to be able to tell her of what's unfolding. "Now I walk in the street and I hear all the people who have a thought strong enough to reach me and it hurts because they are not always beautiful"

"I feel all these new things and the one time when everything seems normal, Christmas, I want to spend it with the most important people in my life. And if I have to adjust to fit in then that's fine with me, I don't want to be alone again" through the tears you can still say, struggling a bit towards the end but still suffering a lot.

Your words break her heart, her little girl wracked with fear of being abandoned by her family again. Her heart hurts to know that she is the reason for your pain, she wanted to do you a favor by leaving you alone with Wanda but she didn't calculate your reaction. "It's okay солнышко, you don't have to change, you are perfect like this my daughter. Everything will be fine, Pietro and I will make peace and you will have the Christmas that you love so much. I promise you, mom promises you" she says cradling you gently between your various sobs.

You were feeling all relaxed now, all the tension of having to do everything perfectly was gone as you held your mother tightly, you can swear you'll definitely leave marks where your nails are now scraping but that isn't something either of you'll worry about.

Like a wall that breaks down, you've the clear revelation that your mother hadn't abandoned you last night, she had only seen you kissing Wanda and wanted to give you two more space; that space included seeing no one, that's why no one had come.

Saying that would be a problem, that would imply that you read Natasha's mind, and you promised her you wouldn't do it again. Of course, it's not your fault, since your powers are increasing you necessarily feel the strong thoughts of those around you, whether you want it or not. But that worm of the intrusion remains, it seems like having betrayed her, therefore.. you may regret it but you have to tell her, secrets aren't meant for you.

"Mom, I know you know,” you look into her eyes after you untangle yourself from the loving arm. The slight frown that appears on Natasha's face prompts you to argue better.

"The kiss, I heard you" after a slight moment of realization the expression returns to the loving one you love so much after she saw you scared. "It's okay, you didn't do it on purpose, I understand that" calms your overly touchy nerves, and maybe even lets out a sigh you didn't know you were holding.

Now everything is calmer, your breathing is back to normal, and time no longer seems to have gone crazy. You begin to appreciate the soft light from the window again and allow yourself to return to normal.

"And so... you and Wanda... now -" she breaks the tranquility a little embarrassed by the question. "It's something, it's early but I really like her" you say with a slight smile in the crook of her neck. "I know, I always knew. Some things a mommy knows" he strokes your raven hair, a gesture so normal for you two, but so comforting

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(Wanda's Pov)

Why does my brother always have to be so stupid? Sometimes he really pisses me off

Why does your brother have to be so stupid, why attack your secret girlfriend's mother, or of course Wanda obviously won't have an answer if she keeps talking to herself, so she'll give that imbecile brother a good lecture. As soon as she arrives, Pietro already senses the trend and tries to run away to avoid an angry sister, but obviously, being the sister she is, she grabs him in full swing on the chest making him stop suddenly.

"I'm dead" after freeing himself from his sister's strangely strong grip, he whispers fearfully. "Oh, you just can't imagine how much," she scowls at him, tilting her head, quickly driving the other currently unwanted guests out of the kitchen.

"Tell me why the hell would you so suddenly attack a member of this team? And the answer must be something without 'she sedated me' otherwise my anger will not go down" she warned with a lot of intimidating ardor, leaving little room for maneuver to her brother, who was then forced to speak differently. "Okay сестра, okay." sighed the silvery blond resigned at the idea of leaving the argument unscathed, throwing his hands up in surrender before receiving a scarlet 'warning' from Wanda's gleaming eyes.

He told her what he was doing last night, how he was coming to the 'living room' to see the movies, how Natasha approached him gently and shortly after she stuck a needle in his neck and collapsed on the floor. When he woke up this morning he just wanted to know why she had done it and he knew that sweet manners wouldn't get anything out.

The whole conversation ran smoothly, Pietro's hasty reaction made 'sense', if one assumed a detail that only two people knew. What Y/N and Wanda were doing that night no longer seemed to be private because somehow Natasha must have seen something.

She sedated him, why?

Wait, last night he was coming then but he met Natasha and if… No it can't be, but… Oh shit, she saw us.

But she didn't stop us, and she didn't tell Pietro, should she support us?

How pragmatic that woman is!

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During the rant made by her brother, Wanda gets lost in her thoughts now convinced that she has understood things as they are, totally forgetting the poor fellow in front of her who had now concluded his reasoning leaving him there to wait for an intervention.

"Earth call Wanda, please answer" finally he snaps his fingers to get the attention of her sister lost in thoughts of her. "Are you listening to me?" after rebuking his sister hesitates annoyed Pietro.

"Yes, yes, I'm listening. And in any case, our friends don't attack each other. And then she's also Y/N's mother! She may be adoptive but she's still her mother" she defends the (good?) intentions of the pragmatic redhead, reasoning lowers her threatening tones towards Peter more willing now to a bilateral dialogue.

Now that the situation is more stable, the young man allows himself to relax and sits down on a chair near the counter.

"Yes, I know, that's her mother" he says emphasizing the word 'mother' with quotation marks, an exasperated moan comes out of her sister's throat. "She feels like one. And since we love Y/N very much we will get along with the only piece of family she has. After all we know what that means. Got it?" she says concisely, arms folded waiting for answers.

"But she sedated me!!!" he exclaims irritated at not being able to get his point of view understood, he gets up and annoyed goes to get some water to waste time.

"But you love Y/N, and Y/N wants to spend her Christmas with her and with us too. So now you wait for Natasha to leave that room and go apologize" she snaps in conclusion. Pietro tries to retort but is interrupted when Wanda stops him by undeterred pronouncing "You will do it" throwing a red glance to confirm the threat.

I hope Y/N clarified with Natasha. I can't bear to see her in this pain

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I'm done with Pietro, are you okay?

"better" you mutter still attached to your mother. "Are you talking to her?" she strokes your head, condescending and curious at the same time. "sometimes" smiling you move away and fix your messy hair.

You have many thoughts, but now you finally try to go with the flow, it is right that after so much effort you rely a little on others. Besides, the floor has never seemed like such an interesting thing to look at when you're embarrassed. "She is special, so are you. You have a unique, deep bond from the first moment. be declared to her" she puts a hand on your shoulders before giving you a reassuring shake and getting up to leave.

"Make peace with Pietro, he's a good friend" you tell her before seeing her disappear behind the door.

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Eventually they made up.

You and Wanda continued to keep your relationship a secret from Pietro and everything was going well.

In itself nothing has changed, you were always together even before and therefore to non-telepathic eyes everything seemed normal in the presence of the speedster.

The other day your mom barged into your room, Wanda was there of course, and she told you to get ready because you were spending Christmas in Iowa.

Needless to say, you were both shocked. Everything became clearer when Natasha explained you her perfect plan of hers.

Simple, you'll spend Christmas on Clint's farm. To say you looked baffled was an understatement, more for the fact that Clint had a farm than for the absurd idea.

Like the good spy that she is, she eventually manipulated you and you accepted.

So it would have been you, Wanda, Pietro and your mother on a farm with only one known member for a few days.

How absurd can the situation be?

So much so, because tomorrow you're leaving and now you're in a children's toy store with your girlfriend racking your brain over what to buy for a 7-month-old boy.

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"You say he'll have it dead for the rest of his life if we don't buy him a present for his first Christmas?" you say, running your fingers through the disproportionate amount of baby products.

"Clint or the newborn?" teases Wanda, pausing for a moment on a strange stuffed animal before continuing the tour. "both of them?" you also say asking the air in a joking tone thinking about the funny scene.

"Oh! This looks perfect." you suddenly stop on an epiphany, found, the perfect gift for little Nathaniel. "Okay so, let's go pay and then straight to the ice skating rink"

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"Where are you taking me" Wanda giggles, as you hold your hands over her eyes and lead her down the street, up to a big Christmas tree. "Wanda Maximoff, it's my pleasure to introduce you... The biggest Christmas tree you'll ever see!" you exclaim, removing your hands just before the last sentence leaving the view free to a wonderful tree colored by a thousand lights and decorations.

Bliss is stamped on her face, never seen such a beautiful tree, not that Christmas is celebrated in Sokovia when you live in captivity. "Wow!" she exclaims in amazement, a huge smile, you hadn't seen her so surprised and relaxed yet. It's worth it.

"Wow really" you confirm, your hands immediately thrust into your pockets to avoid frostbite, and you sneeze making Wanda giggle at your funny way.

"I could stay here forever. Much better than falling face down on the ice" she tries to dissuade you, terrified of making a fool of yourself in front of so many people.

You look at her with deciphering eyes, and behind her those innocent eyes, thanks to the time spent with her you understand her shy intentions of hers. "Don't try it witchy! I convinced Pietro to give us an outing on our own and I want to enjoy it all, don't stand here and observe this magnificent tree!" you tell her taking away any hope of salvation.

She's all she has left, a move that should work, she's got the biggest puppy eyes she's ever had. They're tender when you look at her, but knowing the sneaky intent underneath her, albeit with a lot of effort you manage to compose a decent denial.

"No Wands, let's go, I promise you'll have fun" you kiss her forehead and make room for her in your arms.

She hesitates a little, disappointed not to have escaped humiliation, but confident of your promise in the end she approaches and you two walk arm in arm towards the ice rink.

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The fun was one of the many moments you had there. At first Wanda was reluctant to go up because she didn't know how to skate, but after you promised never to let her go she limped up to you.

Very few times she fell, after a short time she didn't even realize she was going on her own and when she did she was going to fall if you didn't catch her at the last.

You stayed from there for a while, at least until you were seriously shivering from the cold and ran to the compound with the purchase made

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It should be normal for an Avenger to wake up before sunrise, right? Apparently when you have to catch a flight to Iowa it is not normal, in fact it is very difficult. Good thing you're a witch with a witch girlfriend so you help each other out with powers.

It is deep night and only 5 of you are awake in the compound. You, Natasha, Wanda and Pietro well wrapped up in various warm clothes, and a bag each. After all, most of you are trained to survive on the bare minimum, so a few items should do the trick.

"Are you sure it's ok for you?" still sleepy, barely standing, ask to Steve who got up to greet you (even to help you, he knows you're a sleeper).

"Go and enjoy your Christmas Y/N! I'll be fine" he reassures you, even if you're still a little sad, it will be all alone at Christmas. "But you'll be all alone" whining takes on a form of sorry for your close friend/mentor (actually most avengers have trained with you, so basically on a basic level they're all mentors).

"I won't be alone, I have the Vision with me. And then I must continue your mission to pass on the Christmas spirit, right?" try to joke about it, maybe even lift your spirits.

You feel a little bad because you're sorry anyway, but you give him a big hug, the ones you give when you want to convey a strong emotion.

"I left your Christmas present in my room. Don't forget, only open it at Christmas" recommend him serious, before breaking away and joining the twins at the compound door.

"Call Tony, tell him I've got something for him too, and wish him well on my behalf. Ah and... Merry Christmas Steve!" you give him a last goodbye before turning around and entering your mother's car with the twins.

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The journey from the compound to the airport is spent almost all half asleep (except Natasha, you really don't understand how she's not tired).

Boarding is almost endless, stretched even further by your urgent need for sleep, supplanted when three disguised customers coalesce into the cafeteria closest to the gate.

In an eight-hour flight, what can you do?

Sleeping is what you mainly do, sometimes between the various movements you make, you check the situation and see that even your mother has dozed off.

When you finally deign to open your eyes, too uncomfortable to try to sleep and too close together to get a decent night's sleep, you look out the window (or at least that's what normal people would see).

I want pancakes.

Ask for them, maybe they'll give them to you.

They don't have them, or they cost too much.

We are arriving soon, there will be a cafe at the airport.

I hate Iowa.

Драга моја, чак ни нисмо стигли у Ајову

Если ты будешь говорить по-русски, я буду говорить по-русски, хорошо?

We should learn both languages in my opinion.

Wanda, when we have time, I'll be happy to tell you the funny story of how I learned Russian. You are not ready

The plane has landed, get ready, I'll wake up Pietro

"Mam!!! Wake up, Iowa is waiting for us" you shake your arm by your side, making the redhead wake up with a start, who changes from a scared expression to a more alert and active one in a flash.

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Two weeks in the middle of nowhere with my secret girlfriend, her twin brother and my mother. What can go wrong honey?

Wanda rolls her eyes at your thought, as she looks at the snowy landscape of the countryside from the back seat of a rental car.

Where would you want to hide an Avenger and his family if not on a remote farm in the middle of Iowa nowhere. These were more of your secondary perplexities, too busy admiring the snowfall that had just begun and controlling your nervous tics.

Why am I under the impression that within the next fourteen days everyone in this vehicle will know about our relationship?

Paranoia Y/N, keep your paranoia at bay.

Hun, my darling, you know you know me as well as Pietro and it's been a long time since we've lasted this long. So in advance I apologize for all the nonsense that will happen in that house.

Yes, I know you, and Pietro does too, for this very reason you know that even if we tell him in the end everything will go well. Then now just breathes, one breath at a time and looks at the snow.

Without raising suspicions, you roll your eyes for the umpteenth time as Wanda gives you peace of mind with a few words and take a quick look at the falling snow.

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"Here we are" turning the key off Natasha warns, in front of a snowy clearing before the house. "Guys, you pack your luggage, I'm going to warn Laura of our arrival" she says before putting on a hat, getting off and entering inside.

As mentioned above, the three of you are already outside fiddling with the bags. "Does anyone know how to deal with children? No because I really have zero experience and there are three of them in there" you mumble draping a bag over your shoulders and adjusting hat, scarf and all.

The twins too respond with a silent no, none and together you prepare for the infant massacre.

"One of them surely knows how to shoot a bow" on the short road towards the house, Pietro blurts out, stopping for a moment.

Perplexed you too and Wanda pause to listen. "In short, they are Hawkeye's children, one of them must have inherited the family gift" he hints thoughtfully, the statement also makes you and Wanda laugh a little, but it might not be unfounded.

"If you put it like this, one day you'll have a little speedster running around you" you tease by glancing at his reaction, empty for a few seconds but then with a glint of trouble that you really hate. "So one day when you and Wanda have kids they'll already know how to float things and torture weak minds?" makes a joke more dedicated to teasing her sister about her 'non-crush', leaving you two poor people red as tomatoes.

To speed up the conversation then you go to the door and start retorting "As if Wanda and I -" you are interrupted when you open the door and see so many new people.

In addition to Natasha, you were welcomed by a woman, the Laura your mother was talking about earlier, and two children of about ten. Oddly enough now those shy ones had become the twins, who huddled behind you. So it was up to you to do it for three.

"Pleasure Laura" the woman introduces herself, holding your hand, which you grasp in complicity. "And you must be Y/N right?" she asks you uncertain about your appearance, and without problems you confirm the appellation.

It's your turn, I'm too embarrassed to get out of here. Please Y/N!

Since that doesn't work, you give a slight Sokovian nudge in the ribs, shifting the lady's attention to the two boys behind you. "And you must be the Maximoff twins, Clint told me a lot about you" you backs off leaving Pietro and Wanda in the front line, brutally pushing them to break the ice.

You never realized how closed they can be until now, and you understand why you know how to be so too and very often.

Now I can help you, it's your turn to breathe wands. New argument in 3...2...1...

"Laura you said? Nice to meet you, these must be your children right?" you divert attention to the two children in front of you who only now you realize are staring at you.

You learn that their names are Lila and Cooper and they could be the perfect way to loosen up your friends.

"Guys, how about you go play over there while your mother and I talk?" she subtly manipulated the children, offering you a good way out to bring the twins and babies to their breaking point. "Yes Auntie Nat!" in chorus they answered walking away towards a small table full of knick-knacks and toys in the next room.

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Normally, or at least when he's with you or with his sister, Pietro you really wouldn't consider him an introvert, now he's the perfect definition and this is serious. The same for Wanda, both of them don't even know what they're doing here, sure maybe Wanda trusts more because you're here but still they don't know what to do.

The interesting point is that Pietro himself suggests the next thing to do.

" Lila, Cooper do you want to see something cool?" you ask enthusiastically, attracting the attention of all four, some more curious than others.

Hun in five seconds can you float that lamp next to the boys?

What would you like to do?

Like I said, something cool

As you 'talk' to Wanda your eyes light up red making the children marvel before she takes a little magic and concentrates it into a small glowing ball in your hands.

"See? This little ball can do many things. Such as..." You interrupt yourself as you make the ball fly after them and put it into the lamp that Wanda made fly, thus creating a little red light. "... A little night light! Do any of you use a night light?" you ask waiting for a little shy yes from Lila.

"Here this is yours now little Lila" you hand her another ball, which 'unfortunately' dissolves as soon as it leaves your body.

Cooper is ecstatic, he has heard from his father about many people with fantastic superpowers but has never seen them live.

"Wow Y/N! So you can do all this cool stuff?" he compliments you, increasing his curiosity more and more when you smirk.

"Ah yes I can do many things. But this young lady here, she is the real marvel" you admit proudly pointing at your girlfriend, she obviously blushes when the amazed looks of the children fall on her.

"Oh Y/N how kind! Let's not forget about Pietro though, after all he could go around the world in a flash if he just commits himself"coquettishly Wanda also brings up her brother, getting in addition to some 'wooow' also a grimaces at the words 'if only he would commit'.

The game is done. You have broken all the protective walls that the twins have put up over the years to protect each other.

From there everything got better, Lila is obsessed with the movement of Wanda's hands when she uses her powers and therefore keeps asking her to lift the same lamp over and over again just to see it all over again.

With Cooper, being a thirteen-year-old, the conversation with the other Sokovian went a little slower but still pleasant.

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Natasha and Laura talk quietly, occasionally glancing at the five of you now engaged in other chores (you and Wanda stand next to Lila who is coloring a drawing and Pietro and Cooper are doing boyish things).

"They're dating right?" Laura blurts out suddenly watching an exchange of smiles between you and Wanda. "It's obvious to everyone except her brother," your mother smiles back.

"You know Nat, when you came last time, Clint told me about them… I just didn't expect them like this" she reflects eyeing the five of you playing together now, leaving Natasha convinced of her opinion of her.

"They are boys, they have lost everything, all three of them. And I honestly think they have become addicted to each other" she smiles sadly, it hurts her to think of the enormous pain you felt both times you lost everything .

Everything goes well and you proudly turn around and give your mother two thumbs up with the most innocent and satisfied smile you could ever give. She gives you a sympathetic wink and underneath she's happier for you. "You didn't give birth to her but you're her mother" Laura murmurs condescendingly. "I am" sighs Natasha happily resigned.

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You'd just emptied the few suitcases you'd brought and headed back downstairs when the front door was opened to reveal Clint holding baby Nathaniel and a dark-haired girl with a sack of envelopes.

Not seeing anyone about to help the girl overwhelmed by the envelopes, you do your best to remove some from her.

You introduce yourself, and she tells you her name is Kate, you also notice a number of healing wounds on her nose, under her chin, and right eyebrow.

Stuffed with envelopes, you two go into the other room and sigh softly, because Clint has a series of injuries too, they've been through a lot recently, haven't they?

The little guy moves from his father's arms to a high chair and you slowly strike up a moderate conversation.

"So… You two float things and read minds and you're fast" Kate gestures between you, Wanda and Pietro trying to get the three of you right. "Basically yes" confirms the Sokovian drumming his fingers on his leg, before getting an elbow in the ribs from his sister who exclaims "That's not true! We not do only that!" annoyed by ignorant belittling. "It's like we say 'you're good with the bow'. By the way, tough day huh?" you remark sarcastically supporting Wanda, moving on later to your curiosity about the injuries sustained. "It's a tough week actually. You know, mafias and various stuff" she lightly admits, brushing the hair over his eye.

"However, I don't understand how you got Hawk-dad to take you along," you point out, raising your voice over the word Hawk-dad to get Clint's attention, as well as a slightly hidden smirk from Pietro.

"For the same reason that you now have the black widow for a mother, at least that's what I think" she formulates thoughtfully, strangely making a speech that is very truthful.

"Oh yes, a soft heart under twenty protective layers" this time it is Pietro who remarks on a point that is clear to everyone. Apparently enough to make us all laugh a little bit.

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"You made a big mistake to lock those four kids under the same roof" hearing you snicker complains the grouchy archer, pointing mainly to his wife and the redhead in front of him.

"You brought Kate" Natasha says pointing a knife at him menacingly. "And then if they get along it won't be the end of the world" Laura continues, understanding your situation, while she played for a moment with baby Nate. "For now" Clint snorted, surrendering to the futile resistance he attempted against those two.

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All in all, your mother's idea isn't so bad. It was the best two days you've had since many Christmases ago.

Clint's family is amazing, and then there's Kate, you didn't even know she was there but you sure don't mind. Sure, it's not the Christmas you were expecting, in fact it's much better.

The only downside is that the landlady won't let you touch a stove, which is why now you're bored sprawled out on the sofa watching Lila draw an unlikely cow.

"What are you doing Y/N?" softly approaching Kate asks, completely oblivious to your boredom.

"Absolutely nothing Kate, nothing at all," you huff loudly, only to lift your sweater a little. She also sits next to you, and together you both sigh bored. "Your friends are great" at one point the dark haired girl spoke up.

"They are. But you aren't bad either" you compliment the girl, waiting for an answer, or perhaps the end of this absolute boredom.

"Clint told me about what they went through and I was shocked. But he didn't say anything about you, any skeletons in the closet?" she tells you curious, she is also cautious in touching unlikely sore buttons.

History repeats itself and you don't want to cry or tell again so you look for a shortcut.

"I'll show you, can I?" you offer gently, extending a hand near her temple waiting for a yes from her. When it arrives, you wave your hand and through red threads project all your 'skeletons in the closet' into her mind.

It lasts a few seconds, just long enough for a single tear to roll down Kate's cheek, so you're surprised when she suddenly hugs you, but you understand and reciprocate the sudden gesture of affection.

"It's not your fault" she whispers, as if she were the first to tell you, but a little comforting all the same to know that everyone believes in you. "I have yet to accept it" you try to move forward, maybe over time.

"Instead, what about you Kate Bishop?" you change the subject, going towards lighter tones, perhaps. "Ah the usual stuff. My mother collaborated with the mafia and a few days before Christmas I had to have her arrested" she tells you after freeing herself, with such fluency, this girl is not easily put down, Wow.

"Standing lazy," Clint exclaims, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, with Wanda and Pietro in tow looking rather beaten.

"Whhhyyyy," you and Kate both complain in unison, not at all happy about having to do it. "Why yes. Now put something on and go out through that door" not at all flexible and very authoritarian command the older archer.

Complaining and reluctantly you got up with many protests, shoved something and violently thrown out of the house.

"Good! Out in the snow with nothing to do," you moan mournfully, kicking the stupid solidified water. "Hey, how about we have a competition to see who can finish building a snowman first?" the young archer proposes with an idea in mind, an idea that apparently everyone likes.

"Only one rule, no powers" she adds, leaving the rest of us baffled by this duplicity. "Oh yes? Then there will be two teams. Me and Wanda against Lady Hawk and Speedy" you counter, playing a clever and unpredictable move, like their reaction to the nicknames you gave them.

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You may be superheroes but surely the art of snowmen is not within your capabilities.

In fact, both teams are poorly behind expectations, and if what you're building could be considered a snowman it would surely be among the ugliest ever made in the world.

But after all, there is a positive side to everything, right?

In this matter surely it's hearing Pietro and Kate bickering over every single thing, everything from the size of the snowballs to how big to make it. So while you two also proceed in your failure at least giggle at the other team's constant squabbling.

"No... not like that!" annoyed Kate complains about the order of the balls. "First this then that!" the young Sokovian then argues, going in the opposite direction of the girl. "Still? I said it must big like this... " she negatively amazed she argues over the stupid size of the stupid ice water.

"Look Kate, I didn't think you could be so annoying" exclaims poor Pietro in exasperation, he just can't get along with that girl. "Speak for yourself Maximoff!" precisely not even with the opinions on who is worse.

Before the quarrel continues, you make a small snowball, with magic, and throw it behind Pietro's back. "Oh big mistake" are the first words he says when he realizes that you were the instigator of the ball, obviously cracking his neck.

And so it was that a real snowball fight begins. Oddly enough now the lady-speed team works perfectly as they both start to almost send balls flying towards us.

On the other hand, now that perhaps the 'no powers' rule should have been abolished, you and Wanda are free to use your magical skills to mess up the direction of the snowballs.

It feels like a real battle, just with no real deaths, so it's better. Dozens of balls piloted by magic crash on the 'enemy front', compared to the few thrown by the two boys, at least until Pietro gets nervous and he too starts using his super speed to compare the quantity arriving.

In short, Clint's yard in a short time is almost snowless on entire sides. And more than a war, all four of you are having so much fun, one of those competitions that doesn't hurt.

In the end, after a good ten intense minutes you are all quite tired and therefore you declare a truce.

Pietro withdraws into the house, covered in snow like everyone else, he will surely want to make fun of Clint, after all it should be his favorite activity, while Kate probably stays out to rebuild a minimum of order.

Wanda takes you aside for a moment and like teenagers you slip away behind the barn to hide. "Hey" you smile at her, still enjoying the light snow on her nose. "Hey" she says, wrapping you in her arms, a warm hug in the winter cold.

"Good job first, with the snowballs" you speak more to breath than to converse, you could stand there silent doing nothing and just look her in the eyes. "Just kiss me stupid" she jokes she grabs you by the collar of your jacket and leans in to crash her soft lips on yours.

You let yourself be cradled by her, indulging her in her sweet amorous waltz, swaying just enough to savor the taste of her lapstick.

All very profound and sensational, so much so that all the alarm systems broke down and you didn't notice a female presence watching you. "Oh my God!" surprised, frightened, in short, very shocked Kate exclaims, immediately attracting your attention.

"Please don't erase all my memories!" she begs her, scared of a very hypothetical thing and very little from you.

At this point you and Wanda are very embarrassed to have been caught in the act, fortunately not by Pietro, but the embarrassment remains.

"Kate, I don't think we can do this, can we?" you try to reassure the frightened archer, also turning to Wanda for further confirmation, which unfortunately doesn't arrive because apparently this is an unknown factor of our powers.

"Anyway we don't want to do it, just don't tell Pietro" you fix the irreparable hoping for a reassurance, and immediately her typical self-confident attitude re-emerges stronger than before.

"I'll pretend I didn't see anything when I'm with that guy, I promise. Goodbye witches in love" she concludes before turning on his heel and retracing his steps, even further as the front door can be heard opening and closing so come back to being just you two.

You take a minute of silence to put the situation together and then you finally accept what's to come. "We have to tell him," you say to each other at the same time, with the same look and awareness of the next conversation with Pietro.

"Let's go back inside and think about it" you offer her your hand and together you walk side by side towards the door.

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You want to say it, she wants it too, so why is it so complicated? Maybe because not all donuts come out with a hole in the middle, or maybe because when you stall with the universe then it decides to give you a nasty shove for where he wants.

Once we got back into the house, time went by so much faster, not least because how could it not when you're being tossed between curious children and every other human being in this house.

That's why it's already evening and you're all eating a hearty meal.

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As with all group lunches, or family meals so to speak, there were small conversation groups. "Really exquisite missis B" biting into a forkful, the boy with the silver hair compliments the landlady. "Delicious" you continue the trail, enjoying this surprisingly good thing.

"Thank you both. And Y/N, I hear you're doing modestly in the kitchen too!" Laura thanks you, opening a topic that can bring you pride. "Y/N here at the tower was our primary source of food, without her we'd have some very empty fridges now" Clint says, and you blush a little at the compliment, so you try to balance it a bit.

"You would always have Wanda, she certainly does better than me in the kitchen. Unlike a certain redhead... Able to burn even water" you adjust the situation a little, making everyone laugh (except Natasha, of course) at the allusion, and just to not miss it you already feel the daggers your mother is throwing at you with her eyes for criticizing her null cooking skills.

The dinner continues and you are now conversing with Wanda in front of you and Kate next to you.

Apparently the push the universe wants to give you is ten years old and she's sitting next to her mother right now. "Mom, why do people kiss on the lips?" the little girl shyly asks her mother, obviously leaving Laura stunned by her question which at this point she will have to improvise. "My love, people kiss when they love each other, like me and dad" as a good mother simplifies things, too difficult for a ten-year-old to understand, but enough for her to have a revelation.

"Ohhh" amazed she understands, ready to shock you for the next few minutes. "So Y/N it's Wanda they love each other! They kissed" she exclaims loudly.

The room is silent, and all eyes turn towards the little girl, the only ones who are frightened are yours, Wanda's and Kate's.

"Ehm... Lila what are you saying?" nearly drowning Kate asks, hoping she's wrong. "You told me Kate! Y/N and Wanda kissed!" in more innocent tones, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, the little girl repeats again.

Now eyes quickly turn to the young archer, now very shocked, ready to apologize.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't know who to tell and then she asked me and I..." she looks like she is about to hyperventilate so much that she gasps, unable to form words that make sense, and extremely mortified.

"Someone explain to me what's going on here?" the only person at the least opportune moment enters the conversation, Pietro, curious above all to discover the somersaults that you and his sister have made.

"We have to talk" serious Wanda communicates to both of them, before getting up and going aside.

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"How long has it been..." he gestures between you two, curiously wondering how long this thing has lasted. "Days... A few weeks actually" you clarify hoping not to have a negative reaction, it shouldn't but it's always better to prevent.

"We wanted to tell you, but we were waiting to figure out where we'd end up" Wanda hesitates a little, she doesn't know how much she should say, if it would be the right time (it's not) to say those three famous words.

No one speaks, not even the slightest buzzing of some kind of insect, absolutely dead silence.

Then, Pietro bursts into a muffled laugh, muttering incomprehensible words, until he takes a breath and calms down (the shitty smile remains though). "What do you find amusing about it?" you two exclaim annoyed by his usual ways.

This only adds to the shit-eating smile already on his face. "I find it funny that, you've been acting like a couple ever since you met!" he exclaims amused, not as much as you two, since you are shaking with anxiety.

"Obviously you were too oblivious or stupid to notice each other's feelings, and especially you little sister, you said 'she's just a friend' and you know how many times I believed it… Zero." he explains, even slightly insulting you but however the sense of understands.

"The reason you kept it from me for so long is because there was nothing to hide, you've been doing it before!" he concludes by throwing his arms in the air for emphasis, already leaving you two less anxious but much more amazed.

"Wait, I'll ignore the fact that you just called me dumb, but are you okay with me dating your sister?" ask for further confirmation, with him you never know, he is very unpredictable and unpredictability is not part of his powers.

"You're already dating her and I couldn't wait for it to happen Y/N. I mean, look at each other, you're completely fucking in love each other. I'm surprised you haven't said 'I love you' yet." he thus exits the conversation leaving you both enthusiastic, free to live the relationship without having to hide it from your best friend / twin brother.

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The rest of the dinner was awkward, sure you'd forgive Kate by the end of the day, but there was nonetheless awkwardness between everyone regardless (at least for a while) of pleasant small talk.

The advantage of staying in the countryside is that in winter you can light the fireplace and cozy up next to it with a nice cup of hot chocolate and a soft blanket.

And since the beds aren't enough in practice, the sofa should be your temporary bed.

From this point of view, the whole house is really nice, a beautiful tree all decorated in a corner, many decorations scattered throughout the house, and obviously the fireplace makes everything more beautiful (and Christmassy).

When you 'forgave' Kate it was as if a boulder had been removed from her shoulders, making her go back to her usual behavior, so much so that after fifteen minutes you were already laughing and making fun of each other.

It wasn't quite the Christmas Eve you were expecting, but it was certainly better than what would come out of it.

In practice Wanda only came once and if you hadn't literally pushed her away you would have fallen asleep together, too sad to leave you alone on the sofa, but determined enough to go and threaten Pietro to have him moved the next day.

You greeted her with a kiss, and the promise of a special gift the next day.

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It's Christmas morning and you've been up since six. You couldn't sleep and since you wouldn't have any more decent sleep, you got up and got busy.

You packed the presents you'd 'forgotten' to unpack for the kids under the tree and then got down to cooking.

One by one all the dishes float into the room, accompanied by ladles, pots and pans; also you try to adjust the speed at which they move just so as not to wake anyone up.

All the recipes for desserts, foods and various delicacies that you can eat for breakfast (at Christmas) you bake, knead and cook them.

While you manage all the courses a little, your magic does the tricky, so that you can multiply your productivity tenfold.

In the end, after an hour and a half of whisking, mixing, baking, cooking, turning on, turning off, fixing, decorating, tasting here and tasting there, you have a table (and a few other shelves) laden with delicacies of every type, genre and shape; just in time to hear baby footsteps walking through the house.

And since when the children wake up the rest of the house also wakes up in four and four eight the whole house is reluctantly awake. The first to pass in front of you are the children who dart towards the tree, without even turning their gaze to the shining table, followed by all the others.

"What is this smell?" Clint, at the head of the line, still too far away wonders.

The answer doesn't come, even if everyone else has become aware of a sweetish fragrance in the air, until the kitchen (and table) becomes visible.

You welcome them enthusiastically, with your arms behind your back with a special surprise for someone special, and to say they are surprised is an understatement.

"Wow Y/N that's... that's wonderful!" your mother is the first to speak, accustomed to your culinary whims, but never so large; you really outdid yourself this time. "You didn't have to" Laura surprised, even a lot, takes charge of any sense of thanks (on your part) next to her husband.

"What time did you wake up to do all this?!" Clint chimes in, pointing to all the stuff you've been packing, curious about your crazy schedules. "You.are.amazing!" Kate exclaims in disbelief, in fact it's the first time for her that she's seen you at work, her astonishment together with her wonder are clear on her face, dismayed by the long black hair that hangs from her cheeks.

"I know, I know. I couldn't sleep early this morning so I got to work... with a little help" you briefly summarize your answers, shifting the weight of your surprise onto one hand to free the other and show a little magic in your hands.

"Well the kids have already cleared out while you're standing there. Go go! The food will hold for another ten minutes" you urge, wanting to take time for that thing, and thank goodness it works because everyone starts walking towards the kids.

Wanda stands there, her astonishment imprinted on her features, the cold morning light illuminating her face shadowed by her hands placed there in disbelief.

When she approaches you, with your hands still behind your back, she probably doesn't know what you're hiding, because when you bring out the cake, the same cake that she once told you that her mother used to make her at Christmas.

Nothing complicated, a simple recipe, not even the yeast is there, but for her it is worth more than any other dessert in the world.

Her eyes fill with wonder when she looks into your hands and she has to resist not kissing you instantly in order not to drop the cake.

So she with a wave of her hands she pushes the cake away and bridges the gap between you. She links her arms around your neck, you place yours on her hips and together you quietly indulge in a romantic kiss.

All the electricity that generates the moment is intoxicating, she makes you feel alive and you never want to stop, but then you remember that you have to breathe and that you have to give her yet another surprise. In the kiss you smile slightly and unfortunately interrupt the beautiful moment.

"And you haven't seen your Christmas present yet" you make her curious, going from a sulky Wanda to a curious Wanda. "Oh?" she tilts her head smiling mockingly, completely interested in the surprise of her beloved.

You take her hand and after taking the car keys you go out into the cold. "If your gift is a nice flu then I don't want it" she protests when you take too long to open the faulty hood, she rubs her hands over each other to create a minimum of heat.

"Don't worry... it's just this stupid thing that - that's it!" after several tries you manage to get hold of the wooden object, before making sure to get her eyes covered for added surprise.

When you wave her all clear, she opens her eyes and in front of her you are holding a guitar, brand new "Merry Christmas, Wands!" with so much joy you say to her with arms wide open, she takes the guitar and jumps into your arms.

"Thanks thanks thanks" she fills you with kisses all over your neck going up and up.

You smell the cinnamon scent that was in the house now impregnated in her brown hair as you think over your idea.

"You were so sad when the other one broke so I bought you another one" you explain lovingly as endless kisses cover your face.

"I have a thing for you too" when she stops showering you with kisses she whispers.

"Oh yes?" interested you ask, waiting for a nod from her.

She backs away a little and with a wave of her hand a frame with a photo inside of her appears in her palm.

"What is that?" curiously you ask her questions, she trembles with anticipation, she is dying her lower lip and there really isn't the most of her.

"A memory," she confesses to you before turning the frame, and you can only be amazed, it's a picture of you and your sister when you were five.

Do you still remember that day like it was yesterday, but it's been a long time, you were out and about all day with Nora, she had done a treasure hunt and you just couldn't find anything and you were feeling so frustrated, so you went to get ice cream and then after that you built a pillow fort where you ended up taking a nap.

"How did you... How did you do it?" incredulous, you ask, it shouldn't be possible right?

"I had Vis look up information about your family and we found this…" she points to the photo, and damn you have that toaster to thank when you get back to the compound.

Now the light tears are more frequent and the bitter cold furrows the channels previously furrowed by tears pinching the cheeks a little, but despite everything she sighs and pulls up a partial smile.

"I wanted to give you a nice gift, but with this you have won a clean slate" you joke, as always using humor to defuse tension, a bad / good habit of yours that has been with you for a long time.

"I love my present, because you made it. But I'll love it more if we go inside in the warmth," she reassures you, shivering from the cold and wishing she could conjure a blanket over her.

"Let's go, Ice Queen, let's see if Pietro and Kate are arguing again" you offer her her arm and together you go inside again.

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Definitely the best Christmas you've ever had. The rest of the day was amazing, and the best part was being able to do it with the people who love you.

You spent a few more days at Clint's farm, and when you finally went away, Lila was very sad because she really loved you (also Wanda and Pietro, but you more) and you promised her you'd come back.

You also offered Kate a ride and a formal invitation to come to the compound but she has declined for the time being and said she will let you know her decision when she is ready.

Back at the compound, you hugged Steve (you really missed his 40's tales) and told him everything. Even Vision seemed different, somehow Steve made him understand what Christmas is and he no longer finds it just a commercial gimmick, you missed him too, and you even surprise him with a hug leaving him stunned.

Eventually the gamble you made with Tony kind of paid off and you're going to make sure you get paid someday.

You mention Kate to Steve and pitch her as a recruit for the avengers since Clint is supposed to be retiring and he seems quite okay with wanting to take her on whenever she wants.

A few days later Sam also returns, having gone home to his sister for the holidays and so the circle closes.

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In the life of a superhero there are difficult moments, many times they are more than the easy ones, but in those little fragments of normal life that you can carve out for yourself, you realize that you are not alone.

Sure everyone has their own conflicting ideas, but that's how it works and you can't change it.

Surely this Christmas will be one of the most magical ones you will carry in your heart.