AN: Enjoy!


It had been quite a while since Wanda had actually looked forward to Christmas. Probably because after Pietro's death, she had not had anywhere to spend it, or anyone whom she particularly wanted to spend it with.

This year, now that Vision and Viv had come into her life, things had changed rather dramatically. Not only was there the beloved Father daughter duo themselves, they had brought a whole group of people with whom Wanda was happy to spend the Holidays.

The only problem? Gifts. While she was happy to receive Vision's invitation to Clint's farm, he had, unfortunately, not left her with much shopping time. She also didn't think she knew Clint, or Laura, or Scott well enough to know what they would want for Christmas. Natasha she was only just beginning to get to know. Wanda wasn't even sure what she was going to get for Vision.

Not to mention the fact that since she'd spent the last few years not needing to budget for Christmas presents, Wanda, well.. hadn't budgeted for Christmas presents.

Still, she needed to do something. Vision had assured her that Clint and the others weren't expecting anything, but it wouldn't feel right to show up with nothing at all. Feeling a sudden spark of inspiration, Wanda looked to her art supplies. She didn't have a lot of time, but back when she'd been taking her art classes, Wanda remembered the Instructor being impressed with how quickly she could work.

Wanda grabbed the supplies. It was time to see if she still had that skill.


Elsewhere, Vision was having a somewhat similar problem. He had gifts for his friends, and he did have something for Wanda.. but his gift for Wanda did not feel like quite enough. She needed something special.. Something personal. But he could not, unfortunately, work out what that something should be.

Natasha had suggested lingerie, an idea he immediately vetoed, but no-one else had been able to offer him any alternatives. Getting a little desperate, Vision had asked Vivian if she thought there was anything special Wanda might like for Christmas.

"Hmm.." Viv looked up from the picture of Santa Claus she'd been drawing. "Maybe you should finish your story."

"What?" Vision blinked, slightly surprised.

"Your Vision and Scarlet Witch story" said Viv. "You should finish it for Wanda's present."

A smile spread over his face, and he pressed a kiss into Viv's golden hair. He had been working on his story since he had talked to Wanda about it after the Hospital, and while it would take a bit of extra effort, he might just have a chance of getting it done in time for Christmas.

"You are a very clever little girl, Vivian."

"I know" Viv giggled.


In the days leading up to Christmas, any time that Wanda wasn't working, she was most likely to be found painting. Working completely from memory, she painted a portrait of Clint's family. A portrait of Scott and Cassie. She painted Nat in her cool spy costume from Halloween, and painted Viv in the superhero outfit she sometimes wore.

That left only Vision's gift. Wanda mixed a few different colours before she began, feeling a little nervous. She still painted from memory, although not necessarily a real memory. For Vision, Wanda painted something more unique and personal. For Vision, she painted a dream.

She painted The Vision and Scarlet Witch flying together.


Every night, and any other spare moment he had, Vision wrote. He had been trying to get back into his writing for sometime, but had never quite managed it. Now, however, Vision found himself with the inspiration to finally get things done. He completed his new story, what he hoped was a fitting origin story for both The Vision and the Scarlet Witch, just in time, on Christmas Eve.

After helping Viv set out a glass of milk and some cookies for Santa, and tucking her into bed to await the magic of Christmas Morning, Vision printed out the pages of his story, gathering them up in a nice binder. It still didn't feel quite complete, but Vision knew that what it needed wasn't something that he was capable of. He tucked Wanda's other gift into the binder, behind the last page, and wrapped it in the nicest Christmas paper he had.

He hoped she liked it.


Once all her paintings were complete, Wanda tucked them all into plastic pockets and carefully wrapped them. Vision's she had found a frame for. It was a nice old empty frame that had been left in the apartment when Wanda and Pietro had moved in, and no-one had ever come to claim it. It just happened to be the perfect size for Vision's gift, so she framed it, wrapped it, and packed it up with the others for the trip to Clint's farm the next day.

She hoped Vision would like it.


"Merry Christmas!" Vision and Viv chorused when they arrived to pick Wanda up on Christmas day.

"Merry Christmas, Vizh!" Wanda greeted cheerily when, pecking his lips. "Merry Christmas, Miss Vivian. Did Santa Claus visit you?"

"Uh-huh!" Viv grinned, holding up a new toy as they all headed out to the car. It was a near life-size figure of Rocket Raccoon, one of the main characters in a popular children's sci-fi series.

Of course, Wanda already knew what it was, given that she was the one who had pointed Vision in the right direction to find the toy for a reasonable price. However, she feigned surprise for Viv's benefit.

"Wow, that is foarte misto.. Very cool. Can you open the trunk for me, Vizh?"

"Of course.." Vision frowned slightly, eyeing Wanda's bag of gifts as she loaded it into the car. "I hope you did not spend too much money.."

"Not at all" Wanda chuckled. "You'll see.."


Once they reached the farmhouse and headed inside, they were warmly greeted by Clint and Laura.

"Merry Christmas, guys" Laura smiled. "Lunch will be ready soon, just make yourselves at Home until then.

"Watch your step, though" added Clint, dodging Cooper as he raced by with a nerf gun. "It gets a little crazy around here on Christmas day.."

"Thank you for the warning" Wanda chuckled.

"Look!" Viv pointed. "We're all under mistletoe."

"Hmm.. So we are" Vision smirked. "You know what that means.."

He and Wanda shared a look, and without another word, both swept Viv up, peppering her little cheeks with kisses.

"Daddy!" Viv squealed. "Wanda! That tickles!"

Unnoticed by any of them, Natasha, who had arrived shortly before they did, managed to snap a picture of the sweet moment.


Not too much later, they were all seated at the table, eating, chatting, laughing, and generally just enjoying each other's company. And for the first time since her brother's death, Wanda actually felt happy on Christmas day.

She was remembering how it felt to spend the Holiday with family. Because, Wanda was now beginning to realise that although Vision's family- his village, as he had once called them- were not family by blood, they were family all the same. The type of Family that she could, maybe, see herself fitting into.

The way Vision held her hand under the table made Wanda think that he could see it too.


After lunch came presents. All the gifts had been tucked underneath the tree as each guest had arrived, and now Laura was checking the tags and handing them all out.

Wanda waited, slightly anxious about how everyone would react to her gifts. She was surprised to get a few presents herself. Mostly candy and toiletries, the sort of presents you gave to someone you didn't yet know all that well, but Wanda was still touched by the gesture.

"Wow.. Laura, come look at this!" Clint called his wife over to have a look after he had torn open the parcel labelled from Wanda to the Bartons. "It's us!"

"Cassie, come see" cried Scott excitedly. "It's you and me!"

"Hey, I'm a spy" Nat chuckled as she opened her own parcel. "Cool."

"Daddy, look!" Viv squealed. "Wanda made me a Superhero!"

As Vision inspected Viv's gift, Laura turned to Wanda.

"Did you paint these yourself?"

"Yes.." Wanda blushed.

"They're really good" Laura enthused, before she returned to retrieve the last couple of gifts from under the tree. "Hmm.. 'To Vision, From Wanda' and.. 'To Wanda, from Vision. There you go, you two." Laura handed over the parcels.

Wanda and Vision looked at each other, smiling sheepishly.

"You first, Vizh.." Wanda told him, slightly nervous.

"I'm sure I will love it.." Vision, sensing Wanda's nerves, gave her a comforting smile, before opening his gift to reveal the framed painting of Scarlet Witch and The Vision flying together. "Oh.. Wanda.."

"D-Do you like it?"

"It is beautiful.." He stared at the painting for a moment. "I think I dreamed of this.."

"Really?" Wanda blushed. "So did I.."

"Open yours.." said Vision quietly.

Everyone else present suddenly found themselves feeling rather awkward, as if they were intruding on a private, intimate moment. Unnoticed by Wanda or Vision, they all crept out of the room, including Viv, lead away by Natasha.

Wanda tore open the parcel, finding the binder with the words 'Vision And The Scarlet Witch- First draft' scrawled on the front.

"You finished it.."

"I did" Vision nodded. "And you asked to see it first.."

Wanda opened the binder, flipping through the pages. She didn't intend to read it all right now, but even just skimming the pages, she found a lot of familiar moments amidst the magic and heroics.

"You knew she was Me.." Wanda looked up at Vision, feeling a slight lump in her throat. "You knew I didn't just make her up.. You knew the Scarlet Witch was me."

"I did."

"How?"

"Because The Vision is me" Vision shrugged. "It's like you said. Everyone wants to see themselves as a Superhero. I know you haven't read it all yet, but what do you think?"

"It's great so far, Vizh.." Wanda's brow furrowed. "But there's.."

"Something missing? I think.. maybe it would work better with visuals.." He reached over and flipped to the last page, revealing a voucher for three months of free art classes. "I was hoping maybe you might help? Not that you really need the classes, you're already so talented, but.. Mmph.."

Vision was suddenly cut off as Wanda kissed him, quite deeply, a kiss intended to convey all the feelings she wasn't ready to say with words. And when they finally broke apart, taking a moment to catch their breath, Vision smiled at her, a wonderful smile.. Before they noticed that the room had gotten very quiet.

"Uh.." Wanda blinked. "Where did every body go?"

At that moment, Natasha poked her head back into the room.

"So, can we come back in now, or do you guys still need a private room?"

Wanda and Vision both blushed bright red.

"It's okay if you do" Clint called. "We've got food here in the kitchen, so.."

Wanda laughed, burying her face in Vision's neck, her heart fluttering when he laughed with her.

These wonderful people.. this Village, this Family.. They were beginning to feel like hers. Maybe, just maybe, she had found where she belonged.