AN: Enjoy!

Despite the constant reassurances from Wanda that her foster family would like him, Vision was nervous as he disembarked the train with Wanda and Pietro, while their friends quickly scattered in search of their own families.

Vision, clutching his trunk, with Nebula's basket perched atop it, gulped, and Wanda grabbed his sleeve, tugging him in the direction of a man with dirty-blond hair who seemed to have been waiting for them.

The man, Clint of course, was currently ruffling Pietro's hair and congratulating him on his sorting into Gryffindor, so as she and Vision moved closer, it was Wanda's turn to grow slightly nervous. Clint turned away from Pietro to give Wanda his full attention, his expression softening. Pietro was more like him in a lot of ways, but of his two foster children, Clint had always held an extra special soft spot for Wanda.

"Slytherin's a great House, kiddo. It means you're not going to let anyone stop you getting where you want to go. We're proud of you."

"You are?" said Wanda hopefully.

"We are" Clint smiled. "Now, where's my hug?" Wanda grinned, letting go of Vision's sleeve to run into Clint's arms. Clint's eyes soon drifted over to the nervous Vision. "And who have we got here?"

"This is Vision, my best friend" Wanda happily introduced him, and Vision blushed in response.

"H-Hello, Mr. Barton, S-Sir."

"Clint is fine" Clint fondly ruffled Vision's hair the same way he had Pietro's. Wanda was so shy that he and Laura had been quite worried about her making friends. Now, seeing Vision's similar shy nature, it was easy to see why the pair had clicked. "Let's get you kids home, Laura's very excited, you're the first friend Wanda's ever.."

"Invited for Christmas" Wanda, embarrassed, finished the sentence before Clint could.

"Yeah.. that."

"Oh.." Vision couldn't help feeling just a little pleased with himself.

Vision had never been so fussed over in his life. Laura had descended upon him almost as soon as they'd arrived at the Barton House. Seeing the shy, scruffy boy in the slightly oversized clothes, her Mother's heart immediately cried out.

"We've set you up in Pietro's room, Sweetie, but Wanda's right next door.. Dinner will be a while, but help yourself to any snacks from the Kitchen, and there's some leftover chicken for Nebula if she would like.."

"S-She would like that very much, thank you Mrs. Barton.."

"Laura, Sweetie.. Wanda, would you mind showing your friend where we keep the leftovers?"

"Okay" Wanda disentangled herself from Lila Barton's 'Welcome Home' hug to lead Vision to the Kitchen, Nebula prancing happily after them. "Come on, Vizh.."

Vision followed her, a warm, fuzzy sort of feeling growing in his heart.

Vision sat beside Wanda at dinner, both of them quiet, but happily listening to the meal-time chatter around the rest of the table. While Pietro was scraping through with decent marks in most classes, he was excelling in flying lessons, and was currently regaling the Bartons with tales of his exploits.

"Madam Hooch thinks I might be a prodigy" He grinned. "She thinks I'll be a great Seeker. The current one is graduating at the end of the year, so I'm going to try out next year. If I get in, I'll be the youngest Gryffindor seeker since Harry Potter!"

"That's great, kid" Clint grinned. He himself had been a Gryffindor Chaser in his Hogwarts years, known for almost never missing a goal. He turned to Wanda and Vision, hoping to include them in the conversation. "What about you two? Gonna try out for your House teams?"

"Uh.. I don't know.. I'm not very.." Vision blushed.

"We prefer Gobstones" said Wanda. "We might join the club, right Vizh?"

"Yes" Vision smiled, grateful for his friend's intervention. "We might."

"And that's great too" Laura dished some more food onto Vision's plate. The poor boy was quite skinny. "Not everyone is born to be a Quidditch star."

"I like Gobstones" Lila piped up.

"We'll play with you while we're here" Wanda grinned. "That'll be fun, won't it Vizh?"

"Yes" Vision smiled. "It will."

The friendly chatter continued for a while after the plates were cleared, but soon enough, Laura was ushering them all off to bed. Late that night, after Clint and Laura had also gone to sleep, Wanda woke with a start, hearing her floorboards creak. She sat up, finding Vision creeping into the room, dragging the sleeping bag and pillow that Laura had left him with.

"Vizh" Wanda breathed a sigh of relief upon realising it was only him. "You scared me."

"Sorry.." Vision murmured, as Nebula hopped up on the windowsill to sniff at Gamora's empty cage (the owl was out hunting). "I can go, I probably should go, it's just.. your brother is snoring."

"I'm not upset, Vizh" Wanda chuckled. "You can stay, just knock first next time.. and make sure you're back in Pietro's room by morning. Laura probably won't mind, but Clint might."

"Okay. Thank you." Vision set up his sleeping bag and pillow on the floor by Wanda's bed, and soon settled back down, though he didn't go to sleep right away. "Wanda?"

"Yeah, Vizh?" She whispered, settling back against her own pillow once more.

"Am I really the only friend you've ever invited for Christmas?"

"Well.." Wanda hesitated for a moment. "Actually, you're the only friend I've ever invited over full stop. I wasn't really that good at making friends, before you."

"I don't see why that would be.." Vision was confused. "You're a wonderful friend.. I'm lucky to have you."

"I think I might be the lucky one.." Wanda murmured, remembering Vision's bravery in their first Potions class. "Now let's get some sleep before somebody hears us.."

"Alright" Vision yawned. "Goodnight, Wanda."

"Goodnight, Vizh.."