AN:Written for the Ao3 Haven Facebook group's February challenge. Will consist of four interconnected one-shots. Prompt: Winter Romance. Enjoy!

Wanda Maximoff had a rather complicated relationship with the cold. On the one hand, it reminded her of Home. Sokovia had almost always been cold, even Summers were more like a mild Winter. On the other, the cold had also meant an increased level of difficulty in the constant struggle to survive on Sokovia's streets.

The cold could be vicious. Cold could bite. But worse was when you stopped noticing the bite. When it numbed you, almost like venom, so that you didn't notice the lack of circulation to your extremities, couldn't feel the damage being done. More than once, Wanda had needed to desperately rub feeling back into one or more of Pietro's limbs when he had given up his own coat or blanket to keep Wanda warm.

Cold may have meant home, there may have been beauty in Winter snows, but cold also meant danger. Wanda could not bring herself to like it much.

Well, not until she became an Avenger, and even then, it had taken a while, through quite a few experiences. And not even so much the experiences, but the person with whom she had shared them..

While being an Avenger brought with it certain comforts that Wanda had never had before, the unpredictable nature of the job meant that she could not entirely escape cold weather.

On one occasion shortly after she had joined the team, once the Avengers had defeated whatever evil had needed to be defeated that day, in a part of the world Wanda couldn't quite remember, a sudden snowstorm had interfered with Natasha's ability to land the Quinjet and pick them up, while also making it inadvisable for Sam, Rhodey, Wanda, or The Vision to fly. This had forced Wanda and her other teammates to embark on a long trek to a safer extraction point.

The conditions were harsh, the winds bitterly, almost painfully cold, and the swirling snow made seeing in front of them, while not impossible, a lot more difficult. So, Col. Rhodes with his helmet, and Sam in his goggles, led the way. The storm was only growing worse, but they had come too far to stop. The only chance at safety lay ahead.

Wanda pulled her jacket tighter around her, shivering, teeth chattering. She had always been sensitive to the cold (which was why Pietro went to such effort to keep her warm), but unfortunately, her new uniform had not been designed to withstand it. As she felt her feet became numb, the chill of the air reaching her bones, Wanda stumbled, but strong arms caught her before she could tumble into the snow.

The Vision's arms.

Wanda had almost forgotten he was there. The android didn't talk much, mostly keeping to himself since Sokovia.

"Wanda, are you alright?" He sounded concerned.

Wanda didn't remember anyone being concerned for her, not since her brother had died. The thought almost brought tears to her eyes, but she fought them back. She opened her mouth to reply, to say that she was fine, but in a moment of extremely bad luck, a stray snowflake flew right down her throat, making her cough and splutter and stumble again.

The Vision had apparently decided he'd seen enough, and scooped Wanda into his arms.

Wanda was about to object, to yell at the android to put her down, but.. Oh. He was warm. How was someone made partially of metal so warm? Rather than yelling to be put down, Wanda found herself curling closer to him, seeking more of that warmth. Her breath caught, because suddenly, she could feel Vision's heart, a heart she hadn't known he had. Could feel it beating a little faster as she curled against his chest.

He had looked at her for a moment, with an expression that might have been fondness, before it morphed into fierce determination, and then Vision was taking to the sky, flying head-on through the storm with Wanda in his arms. Their teammates were yelling at him to come back, that it was dangerous, but Vision didn't stop, needing to get Wanda to the warmth and safety of the Quinjet.

The stone in the centre of his forehead came to life, glowing to light their way through the swirling snow. Wanda hadn't known it could do that, and later, when she asked him, Vision told her that he hadn't either.

Wanda had been briefly hospitalised when they returned home, just a precaution to ensure she wasn't suffering from Hypothermia. Vision had sat by her bedside during her short stay, and while she couldn't help feeling slightly awkward about the whole thing, she also couldn't help feeling comforted by his presence. It was nice not to feel alone.

At one point, while Wanda was almost but not entirely asleep, Captain Rogers (she had not been comfortable enough at that point to call him Steve) had come in to scold Vision for his actions. Wanda cracked one eye slightly open.

At first, Vision seemed to meekly accept the Captain's reprimands. That was, until he was asked if he had anything to say for himself.

"I was concerned for Wanda's wellbeing. She was borderline hypothermic, and if I hadn't got her to the Quinjet when I did, she would have been" Vision had calmly replied. "As much I respect your leadership, Captain, there is nothing you can say, nor any punishment you can give me, that will make me regret the decision I made Today."

There wasn't much the Captain could say to that, and so he had left, rather chastened. After a few minutes, Wanda opened her eyes, giving up the sleep she had been feigning since Captain Rogers' arrival.

"Hey.." She slowly sat up.

"Wanda" Vision had smiled, maybe the first true smile she had ever seen from him. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay.. Warmer" Wanda's stomach rumbled. "Is there any food around here?"

"I will go find you something" Vision hurried out of the room, inadvertently startling a few nurses and orderlies unprepared for his appearance. "Excuse me, is there a chance of.."

Wanda realised she had stopped thinking of him as 'The' Vision the moment he had scooped her into his arms, or slightly more accurately, the moment she had felt his heart. She stopped thinking of him as an android, because the truth was, on the inside, he was as human as anyone else.

From then on, he was just Vision. And soon enough, he was just Vizh.