"'You're gonna shoot your eye out kid!' Oh God! I love A Christmas Story!"

Wanda shook her head. "Shut up."

Lance looked up at her and scoffed slightly. "Haven't you ever seen this movie before? It's a classic!"

This time, it was Wanda's turn to scoff. "I spent nine years in an asylum. What do you think?"

This caused him to shrink back a little. "Sorry. Really, I am."

She turned to him, and then quickly turned away. Lance sworn he could have seen her smile, at least a little.

A knock was heard at the door. "I'll get it!" Lance slowly rises to get the door, but by the time he's up, the doors open and Pietro's standing in the doorway, smiling.

"Well if it is 'Pretty Kitty.'"

Kitty walked inside the door, mocking Pietro's joke. "Ha ha ha."

The speedster let out a chuckle. "So what're you doing here Kitty?"

"Do any of you have any ideas to get Jamie to believe in Santa?"

The entire Brotherhood dropped their jaws.

"Why would we help you get some shrimp to believe in Santa?" Fred yawned, or at least what sounded like a yawn.

"He's never believed in Santa… ever. I think we should give him at least one year were he can assume that old St. Nick was coming to his house!"

Toad looked up at her confusedly. "Aren't you Jewish?"

"Gah! That's not the point!"

"Not believe in Santa Claus?"

Every one turned to look at Wanda. Why would she care if the little twerp didn't believe, or never did. The Scarlet Witch shook her head. "That's horrible… I remember when I was ten, and Santa came to visit me.

"In the asylum, they weren't incredibly nice to me. They kept mocking me, or at least majority of the guards did. The doctors weren't so bad.

"There was this one person, Mrs. Nowell, that every one called her Mama Nowell. She asked me if I believe in Santa once.

"'Santa?' I had asked her, 'I'm Jewish.' She smiled and laughed. She told me that she knew Santa personally, and she was Jewish as well. 'Would you like to meet Santa."

"Well, being a little kid, Jewish or not I wanted to see him. So the next day, in pops the old fart himself! He looked just like in the picture books when I was little, when everything was okay.

"He walked up to me. I'll admit, I was a little frightened. Then, he reached into the pocket of his coat, and pulled out a small teddy bear. It looked just like my old one, Mr. Mistoffelees. You remember Pietro? The one with one of his ears is torn slightly? It was the exact same bear! Santa brought him back to me.

"He then told me, not to be too mad at you. I didn't listen to him. He told me not to be too mad at you Pietro! He said it wasn't your fault, and that you couldn't really do anything. He then gave me a candy cane, but the guards took it after the old man left. They said that the sugar wouldn't be good for my condition, and they threw it in the trash."

Pietro looked down. He really was ashamed of what their father had done. He still felt he could do something. Still, he didn't know what. He was only eight years old! Only eight.

'Wow' was all Kitty could say. She had never had to deal with that kind of pain before. "Well, if anyone doesn't have any ideas, I'll leave now. You're all invited to our Christmas party this Saturday. Maybe I'll see you then."