AN: Just a little collection of Christmas themed ScarletVision one-shots. Enjoy!

For Wanda Maximoff, the novelty of snow had well and truly worn off.

It had been fun when she and Pietro were very little, she supposed. Early in Winter, when the snow was soft and workable, they could make snow angels, build snowmen, have the occasional snowball fight. When they were five, their Father had helped them build an igloo to play in that had stayed standing for most of the season. This was because Sokovian Winters quickly became bitterly cold, and when packed together tightly enough, quickly froze solid, immovable. It often caused problems.

Pipes froze, roads blocked, engines seizing up in cars.. All combining to make many Sokovians dislike snowy weather.

After her parent's death, Wanda grew to dislike snow more, and more still when she and Pietro had run away from their abusive Foster parents. Then, the snow became just another in a long list of things they had to struggle to survive.

So, while her fellow Avengers had gotten rugged up and rushed outside, revelling in the Winter's first snowfall, Wanda instead sequestered herself inside, settling on the sofa with a mug of Hot Chocolate and a book.

She had to admit, she felt a little bit Grinch-like, shutting herself away while everyone was out having fun. But it wasn't Christmas she disliked, Wanda reminded herself. Just snow.

She sat reading her book, sipping her drink, quite enjoying the time to herself. The others came running in at regular intervals, either to use the Bathroom or warm themselves for a moment, before hurrying back outside. There was much squealing, shouting, and swearing of revenge- it seemed a snowball fight had broken out among her teammates.

However, Wanda couldn't help but notice that there was one teammate's voice she hadn't heard, and that same teammate had not yet come back inside. Saving her place in her book, Wanda crept over to the window, peering out through the swirl of steadily falling new snow. Steve, Sam, and Natasha were in fact embroiled in a snowball fight. But where was..?

Ah, there. Vision stood alone, apart from where the other three did battle. His hand was outstretched, catching falling snowflakes. He turned his head and looked up, as if he knew someone had been watching. Wanda tried to scramble away, but he had already seen her. Vision smiled, waving with the hand that wasn't catching snowflakes, and then gestured for her to join him outside.

Wanda was going to shake her head 'No', but something stopped her. Instead, she made a 'One minute' sign with her hand, and headed to her room. She put on a scarf, beanie, gloves, and a warm jumper, then headed outside.

Wanda rubbed her gloved hands together as she exited the compound, her warm breath becoming puffs of mist in the cold air. She didn't know why she was out here. She didn't like snow, or cold. Curiosity had gotten the better of her, she supposed.

"Vision.."

"Wanda" Vision turned to her, smiling. "For a moment, I didn't think you were going to come out."

"Neither did I. Why aren't you having fun with the others, Vizh?"

"I am.. having my own sort of fun. This is my first snowfall, so I suppose this is more of a novelty for me, but.." He held out his hand, having lowered his temperature so the snowflakes would not melt as quickly. "Look. Every single snowflake that falls is completely unique. No two are ever the same. It's fascinating."

Wanda felt a lump in her throat. Suddenly, she was a little girl on her Father's shoulders, catching snowflakes.

"Papa! Pretty Snow!"

"Yes, Wanda, the snow is very pretty. And you want to know something?"

"What, Papa?"

"Every snowflake is different. Unique and special.. Just like you, fata speciala."

"Wanda" Vision frowned. "Wanda, is something wrong?"

"No" Wanda shook her head. For the first time in a quite a long time, a memory made her smile. "You are right, Vizh. Snowflakes are fascinant. So.. You say this is your first snowfall?"

"Yes."

"Come" Wanda took Vision's hand, leading him further away from the ongoing snowball war. "I'll show you how to make a snowman."

Snow did not seem so bad anymore. Not so bad at all.