AN: Enjoy!
If there was one thing Wanda Maximoff had learned since joining the Avengers, it was that she absolutely did not feel comfortable at parties. She'd mostly known this already from the rare party Pietro had managed to drag her to when they were teenagers.
But, Wanda was especially uncomfortable at Tony Stark parties. This was bad, because Tony Stark threw a lot of parties, the Avengers were often expected to make appearances at them, and a few had even been held at the compound.
Apart from her fellow Avengers, and Pepper when she had the time to attend, the people Stark invited were just not Wanda's kind of people. They often consisted of Business associates, Journalists, or bitchy, gossiping girls.
Wanda Maximoff had no time for Journalists, or gossiping girls.
The first time Wanda kissed Vision underneath the Mistletoe, it had been to make a gaggle of said gossiping girls shut up. Sometimes, Wanda would look back on that night and feel guilty that she had taken his first kiss for such a reason, but the fact that they had shared so many meaningful kisses since- both under Mistletoe, and many other places- kept her from dwelling on it too much.
It all happened at the annual Stark Christmas Party, the first Wanda had attended since joining the Avengers, and the first to be held at the current Avengers Compound. She had wandered around awkwardly for a bit, made boring, pointless small-talk with a few people, and desperately tried to avoid questions about her Homeland and her brother. The problem was that as soon as anyone realised who Wanda was and where she was from, they were the only two topics they seemed to want to talk to her about. Particularly the Journalists, one of whom, Christine Everhart, had taken to doggedly pursuing her around the Party.
Wanda had just been plotting the best way to escape when she heard the aforementioned gaggle of gossiping girls, giggling and pointing, whispering.
"Look at it.."
"Loitering there under the Mistletoe.."
"Probably hoping for a kiss.."
"But no one's going to kiss that.."
Wanda followed the group's gaze, to find Vision at one of the food tables, making sure the bowls stayed full enough. Whatever remained of Jarvis had left him with a habit of helping out with odd jobs at Stark's parties. He hadn't noticed the sprig of Mistletoe dangling above his head, obviously placed to catch out anyone fetching snacks.
Wanda glanced between Vision and the giggling gossipers, frowning. While she had once had concerns that Vision was dangerous, she now knew better. Vision was actually quite sweet, unfailingly kind.. there was not a single cruel bone in his synthetic body. He definitely did not deserve the cruelty these girls were showing to him.
So, Wanda walked over to the snack table.
"Vision.."
"Hello, Miss Maximoff. Are you enjoying the Party?"
"I've told you, you can call me Wanda.. And no, not really."
"Why is that?" Vision frowned.
"I can't really deal with gossips, or bitchiness" Wanda explained. "The girls over there.. they're talking about you. Being cruel.."
"Oh" His face fell a little, but he didn't seem surprised.
"See, you're standing under Mistletoe.." She pointed, and Vision looked up.
"So I am.."
"They're saying no one will kiss you.."
"Well, I understand that. My appearance is not exactly.."
"Vision, let me finish. I don't like cruelty for no reason. So, o sa te sarut."
"You're what?" Vision could understand Sokovian, but he was certain he must have misheard.
Before Vision could argue, Wanda stepped under the Mistletoe with him, pulled him to her and kissed him gently on the lips. It was quite a nice kiss, as far as 'making a point to shut up some idiots' kisses went. Vision seemed slightly dazed when she pulled away from him.
"There.. was that okay?"
"Yes.. yes." She never noticed the slightly goofy smile that had crossed his face.
"Good. Enjoy the rest of the Party Vizh. I'm going to try and sneak off.." Looking maybe a little too pleased, Wanda waved cheerily at the dumbstruck gossips as she passed by.
Wanda and Vision's next Mistletoe kiss didn't come until quite a few years later.. Stealing moments together while she'd been on the run did not really leave much room to worry about Mistletoe, or Christmas for that matter.
But later, after the War had been lost, then won, after everyone lost had been restored, after names had been cleared, pardons given.. Then there had been time again for Christmas. With Christmas, of course, came another Stark Christmas Party, and with a Stark Christmas Party came Mistletoe.
However, the Mistletoe came in a very different form than it had previous years. Gone were the days where the little sprigs had simply hung in strategic places. That year, Sam had decided to take control of this particular Christmas Tradition. He had attached the Mistletoe to Redwing, programming it to zoom about the party and hover over any pairs of people it detected, seemingly at random.
Seemingly at random, because, Wanda noticed, though Redwing was apparently meant to detect pairs, it had somehow managed to miss she and Vision. Wanda and Vision had remained glued to each other since each of them had been restored, and the party was no different. Nearly everyone else was trying to avoid standing in groups of two thanks to the roaming Redwing and its Mistletoe.
So, even with the 'random' function, the laws of probability said that Redwing should have paused over Vision and Wanda at least once. When it didn't, Wanda decided to cheat a little, snagging Redwing with her powers so the little drone hovered over their heads.
"Look, Vizh. Mistletoe."
"So it is" Vision smiled, leaning down to capture Wanda's lips in a loving kiss.
"Mmm.." Wanda curled one hand around the back of his head to draw him closer, deepening their kiss.
It was another few moments before Sam realised what was going on and marched over to them.
"Oi! That's cheating!"
"How?" Wanda broke the kiss to look at Sam, a cheeky smile on her face. "Isn't it supposed to be intamplator?"
"Wanda is right, Sam" Now Vision, too, was looking at him questioningly. "You did say your system was intended to be random.
"Well, yeah.." Sam replied sheepishly. "But it's no fun making people kiss when they're already a couple.."
Years passed, bringing with them more Christmases, more Mistletoe kisses, and countless other blessings.
Finally able to be together, out in the open, both of them free.. Wanda and Vision were able to discover just how in love they really were. It hadn't taken long for Vision to put a ring on Wanda's finger. A few years later, they had welcomed twin sons, Tommy and Billy.
In time, even Stark settled down, a little. While he still held the yearly party, the Avengers would also gather for a smaller, Family style Christmas celebration at the Barton Farm.
When arriving to one of these celebrations, the six-year old twins running ahead of them, Vision spotted a sprig of Mistletoe hanging at the top of the stairs.
"Look at that.." He grinned.
"Well, we can't break tradition.." Wanda pulled her husband down to kiss him.
"Eeew!" Tommy's nose wrinkled when he spotted them. "Mistletoe is yuck.. it makes people kiss."
Vision chuckled at his son's reaction.
"One day, Thomas, you will find a special girl.."
"Or boy, Daddy" Billy piped up. "That's what Mama says."
"I do, una pretioasa" Wanda scooped Billy up, making him giggle when she nuzzled her nose against his. "Because you can love whoever you want to love."
"That's exactly right" Vision agreed with a smile, before he continued. "One day, you will both meet a special girl, or boy, and I assure you, you will be very happy to kiss them under the Mistletoe."
Tommy seemed to think about this for a moment, then shook his head, moving towards the door.
"Nah. Never."
Wanda and Vision just chuckled, following him inside.
Translation:
o sa te sarut: I'm going to kiss you
una pretioasa: precious one
