"Come on, that's it! Twelve! Eleven! Ten to go! Nine! Eight! Keep you back straight! Seven! Six! Don't give up on me, you've got five to go! Five! Four! Don't wimp out, Maximoff, come on! Push it!"

Wanda snarled a curse, dropping more than lowering herself back to the floor as her arms trembled with strain. Gritting her teeth, she forced her muscles to work, pushing herself up once more.

"Back straight!"

God, she wanted to kill Nat at times like this…

Channeling her frustration with her trainer, Wanda dropped to the ground once more and forced another push-up.

"Two! Come on, one more!"

Wanda let out a little grunt of exertion as she half-lowered-half-dropped herself to the mat once more, and grit her teeth hard as she forced her shaking arms to lift one more time.

"One! That's thirty!" Natasha grinned, rocking back on her heels a little as Wanda collapsed against the mat, breathing hard. "All right, Wanda, you're done."

"Stick me with forks," she muttered, and Natasha blinked at her in confusion for a second before her face lit with recognition and she let out a little snort.

"Not quite how the phrase goes, hon."

"It was something about forks and being done," she grinned in defense, gathering herself together enough to kneel on the mat facing her trainer.

"Stick a fork in me, I'm done?"

"That."

"You are darling, you know that?" Natasha asked with a grin. "You crack me up trying to use American phrases."

Wanda took the mature route and stuck her tongue out at the woman, and Natasha just smiled in reply.

"I say that as someone who was in your shoes for a good long while," Natasha shrugged, getting to her feet and passing Wanda her water bottle. "It took me years to get the hang of it, and I still don't know half of them."

"Especially all of Clint's super weird ones."

"No kidding…although, speaking of Clint, you figure out who you're taking to the Christmas Party?"

"Not yet…but by that lead-in, I assume you're bringing him?"

"Yeah. I figured I would repay him for sending me one of my best trainees by letting him socialize and eat for free that night," Natasha grinned.

"I'm pretty sure the only reason Clint insisted that I sign up for this was because he wanted to make sure that my music wasn't playing through the walls during his naptime."

"Townhouses suck like that," Natasha chuckled. "Though you'd think that with three kids, he would be used to sleeping through noise."

"Apparently not my brand of noise," Wanda giggled. "I can't have my speakers on for more than a minute before he's banging on the wall."

"Sounds about right."

"Not like he's much quieter," Wanda protested, her words trailing off in a whine as she stretched her back out. "He starts in on that video game he loves and all my walls rattle."

"I'll have a word with him if you'd like."

"Nah, I don't mind it. Besides, if I complain too much he might un-invite me to pizza night."

"Laura wouldn't let him," Natasha laughed, getting to her feet. "That woman adores you."

"Lucky for me," Wanda nodded.

"You drinking a gallon of water a day?" Natasha asked with a grin, offering out a little towel for Wanda to blot at her forehead with.

"Getting closer."

"And you're making sure you get enough protein?"

"Much more than before."

"Good," Natasha praised, offering her a hand up. "Keep that up and we'll have you bench-pressing Steve in no time."

Wanda couldn't help a laugh at the thought of her being able to lift the other personal trainer, taking Natasha's hand as the woman hauled her to her feet.

"See you tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow night, right after work. Yup," Wanda nodded, winking at the red-head with a grin as she added: "I'll make sure to walk by the window a few hours early with my free ice cream, so you get to suffer as much as you put me through, seeing me eat it but not getting to have any."

"You're a whole different brand of cruel, you know that?"

"I'm sure you'll find some way to punish me for it."

"I'm thinking fifty burpees and a two-mile run."

Wanda let out a groan of the appropriate length and volume for that news, bringing a smile to Natasha's lips, before waving goodbye and heading for the lockers.

"What can I get for you today?"

"The usual…peanut butter banana protein shake with a shot of dark chocolate. For my heart health," Wanda added with a grin, winking at the man behind the register.

"You're starting to become quite the regular," Vision smiled in reply. "I think I've seen you every day this week."

"Working on my New Year resolution," she shrugged.

The man's brows drew in confusion and he paused halfway through entering her order.

"But…it's December nineteenth…"

Wanda let out a little laugh, leaning on the counter and letting her chin rest in her hands.

"I read it online," she explained. "If you start doing something every day for two weeks, you form a behavior. A habit. By the time the new year rolls around, I'll be the only one ready to keep my resolution to go to the gym. And then I'll win the bet."

"That sounds like an intelligent and well-crafted plan," the man smiled, accepting her credit card with a smile and running it through the machine. "Three twenty-five is your total."

Wanda turned her attention to splitting the wrapper off of her straw as the register printed her receipt with a digital whir, and put one hand out for the paper as she heard the tear and crinkle of Vision splitting it over the printer's serration to give to her, credit card placed carefully on top.

Wanda murmured her thanks as Vision turned to start in on her drink, carefully measuring ingredients into a blender. Wanda smiled when she noticed him go heavy on the chocolate for her.

"If I might ask…you mentioned winning a bet. Who are you betting against?" Vision started conversationally, turning to settle the blender into the base and pushing a lid firmly on top before turning the blades on.

"My brother," she grinned, raising her voice a little to be heard over the blender. "His bet was that I would be the first to give up on my resolution. My bet is that he gives up first. We each put in twenty-five dollars, so the winner gets fifty."

"So I will likely have the pleasure of seeing you every day, long into the new year," he grinned. Wanda smiled back, but before she could reply Vision seemed to realize what he'd said and was quick to turn his focus back to making her drink, his face looking flushed.

Wanda did her best to hide a giggle.

"So have you worked here long?" she asked him, letting her eyes roam over the menu.

Perhaps she would try the peach vanilla shake tomorrow…

Vision shook his head, keeping an eye on the blender for another few seconds until he deemed it done and then flicking the switch and turning to pour the drink into a cup.

"Only a few weeks," he explained. "I moved here about a month ago from out of state. Into one of those old town houses just up the road."

Wanda blinked hard for a second, staring at him.

"No way…Lee Street?"

"That's the one."

"We're practically neighbors!" Wanda laughed. "I think I even remember seeing your moving van…are you the end house with that half-dead tree on the corner?"

"That I am," Vision grinned. "And I wish they would do something about that tree, it looks awful…"

"Oh, I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you, Vision. The state these townhouses are in? The landscape is the last thing on their minds."

The man looked up in confusion, his hands still working to carefully press her lid onto her drink. She watched with a grin as his lips parted a little in question, his brows drawn, before he glanced down and seemed to remember that he was wearing a name tag, his expression melting into amused realization.

Vision brought her drink over with a smile, wrapping a napkin around it to mediate the chill before handing it over the counter to her.

"Here you are."

"Thank you. You've gotten me addicted to these, I swear."

"All the more excuse for you to come in and visit," he said a bit shyly, and Wanda felt a smile creeping across her face.

"Well, if you ever get a morning when you're not working here, I work at the ice cream place on the other end of this shopping center," Wanda said with a smile. "You can come visit me too. They have an absolutely killer blueberry banana flavor."

"I'll do that," Vision smiled in reply. "Good day, Miss Wanda."

Wanda nodded to him as she got her things together, but paused halfway to the door to glance back over a shoulder.

"Wait…when did I tell you my name?"

Vision blushing was the most adorable thing she'd ever seen.

"I read it off your credit card before I handed it back" he admitted a touch sheepishly. "You have a beautiful name."

"You are so sweet," she smiled. "That's a good trick, with the card. I'll have to remember that for work. See you tomorrow, Vision."

"See you tomorrow," he smiled.

Wanda turned, taking a long sip of her drink as she made her way to the door of the little smoothie shop, but slowed her pace when she remembered what Natasha had asked her earlier.

It was already the nineteenth…she didn't have much time left.

And it wasn't like she knew many other people in the area.

"You know…" Wanda started, hesitating at the door with something like nerves fluttering in her stomach, "the gym is having a Christmas party, and every member is allowed to bring a guest…"

She glanced back over her shoulder and felt her heart jump a little at the interest in Vision's expression.

"…are you free this Saturday night?"