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puppy-coded · 1 year

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3: Snowman Building Competition{P.M.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: google translated russian

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pietro maximoff x gn!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: .6k words

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: Пчелка -> Pchelka[kinda pronounced like "cholka"] -> little bee(let me have this, it's cute. also, i trust google translate for small stuff like this, come at me /j)

Pietro missed Sokovia. Yeah, sure, he had bad memories there with Hydra an all but he really just missed the snow and the cold. It didn't snow in New York like it did back home.

Until now.

The stuff was coming down from the sky by the bucketful it seemed like. Pietro watched it like a little kid, literally vibrating with excitement.

You walked yourself into the freezing cold and forced yourself to have a good time for your boyfriend.

It's cold as balls but you got this. Probably.

"What is wrong Пчелка?" Pietro asked, coming out and zipping up his light jacket.

"Freezin' m' balls off." You told him, trying to sink deeper into your heavy winter coat.

Pietro chuckled at your grumpiness and pulled you into his side. "Can you hear what Wanda and I used to do as small children?" Pietro asked. He just wanted to make sure he was allowed to tell the story.

You smiled up at your boyfriend and nodded. "You're always allowed to tell me stories Speedy."

Pietro smiled and got noticeably more excited, which you had no idea was possible. "Okay so. She and me would go and build these little men of snow. We would see who was best always. It was fun."

Your head snapped up at the story. "We should totally call Wanda and have a snowman building competition. It'll be fun!" You said happily.

Pietro nodded. "Yes. Fun. Wanda always lost anyway." He smiled. "Come. Let us go in."

You zoomed into the tower almost as fast as Pietro could. It felt nice to be in the warmth of the tower again. You never wanted to leave.

Pietro, however, called for his sister. He spoke to her in Russian and you couldn't really tell what they were saying, you still had to make time to learn the language, but you could only assume they went to go build snowmen when they went outside. They ran together with large smiles on their faces, clearly excited abut whatever they were talking about.

You decided, as the supportive girlfriend, to stay inside and drink hot chocolate. Maybe shower while they built their snowmen.

You didn't, but you thought about it.

Instead you made a lot of hot chocolate for yourself on the stove so it would be extra hot(no, it really just feels fancier to make hot chocolate on the stove instead) and put your newly made drink into a thermos. You put your layers back on and went outside to watch the twins build their snowmen.

They turned into a "who has better powers" contest but it was still entertaining.

They were done after about thirty minutes and they both stood next to their snowmen proudly.

Pietro's snowman had dirt, rocks, and grass in it but he was cute when he was proud of himself. You wouldn't let him have it.

Wanda's looked like a movie prop. It was almost perfect, even the sticks she used were perfect for the arms.

"Who wins?" Wanda asked, a little impatiently. "I want to know."

You took a long, pretentious slurp from your thermos while you nodded your head in mock-thought. "Wanda wins." You responded after a few seconds.

Wanda jumped up and down excitedly, clearly taunting her brother in Russian. Pietro put a hand to his chest and acted wounded.

"Пчелка how could you?" He asked dramatically.

You shrugged. "Hers is better."

"I wins!" Wanda said happily.

"I'll get you next time," Pietro responded.

Yeah. That turned into bickering. Which turned into wrestling. Which turned into the twins both catching colds.

Wanda won, being the least whiney when she's sick too.

. . .

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mendesxruel · 2 years

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𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚, 𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚, 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚 | 𝐏. 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

summary: angst + fluff, mention of an argument with Pietro and how it sorts out later

warnings: mentions of arguing, mention of breakfast

words: 430+

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Cuddling was very special for you and Pietro. It brought you peace and quiet, and for him, it felt good having you in his arms, he liked the warm feeling of keeping you protected.

It had become a habit for the two of you since you moved in together. It was always the same way: after you two clean up from having dinner, you’d put on your favourite, most comfortable set of pyjamas, snuggle underneath some blankets and wait for Pietro to do the same and come hold you.

Although, this night was different.

You didn’t want to think about the arguing that had happened an hour ago, it had been too much, so you just stayed quiet, internalising your feelings. You had even forgotten what it was all about - you didn’t exactly want to remember it - you were tired and just wanted to rest.

You could see Pietro pacing around the rooms from the corner of your eye. Instead of a fast, impatient pace, he walked around slowly.

Tilting your head slightly to the side, you noticed the bitter look on his face. He unconsciously tried to hide his distressed expression by staring at the floor, and running his hand through his hair and face, with a million thoughts in his head.

His body wasn’t racing around, but his mind was.

You didn’t have a superpower to read his thoughts, but they were filled with regret. However, he was too proud to apologise, for now.

Later, when your eyelids were already feeling heavy and you felt very sleepy, you sensed Pietro’s presence beside the bed.

You swallowed your pride and gazed at him, but when you did, he was already heading to the living room. You realised he had decided to sleep on the couch.

“Babe?” you whispered, tiredly.

He turned around quickly, like all he wanted to hear was you calling for him.

As he walked back to the bed, you grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed with you, and he snuggled beside you, burying his face in your neck.

“I’m so sorry, my love,” he mumbled onto your skin before placing a soft kiss on it, “I’ll make up to it, promise.”

That was all he could say before falling asleep.

Both of you were mature enough and had stopped being stubborn, giving in to holding each other that night.

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The next morning, you woke up to breakfast in bed made by Pietro. After sorting everything out and him apologising again, you two went back to your usual routine: cuddling.

After all, you two loved each other, and that was all that truly, deeply mattered.

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tommiruewrites · 2 years

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HI LOVLEY!! do you think you could do a pietro fanfic where reader and him are dating and the reader passes out/faints all of a sudden? maybe from not eating or exhaustion? thank you <33

Four Seconds

word count: 1k

requested: yes | no requests: open | closed request rules here

warnings: light mention of blood, very vague insinuation of violence, exhaustion, reader passes out, fluffy ending

a/n: sorry for the hold up, this took me an unnecessarily long amount of time to write lmao. hope this is what you were wanting :))

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You slump against your seat in the Quinjet, still breathing heavy after the long mission. Fresh bruises start to form, littering your whole body in shades of purple and black. You can feel cuts and scrapes on your knuckles and face, leaving a dull sting in their wake. You attempt to curl further into yourself as your head throbs against your skull so aggressively that you can hear it.

You can vaguely make out your friends and teammates talking about the recent events. Preparing to go straight into a debriefing with Fury once the jet lands. All your muscles are tense and sore and your stomach burns with hunger. Still, all you can focus on is the fuzzy feeling in your head that leaves your body numb and tingly.

"Hey-"

You hear a muffled voice from beside you, loudly piercing through the back of your head at the sudden noise.

"Hey, draga." His voice a bit softer now. Cutting through your mental fog and bringing your focus towards your silver-haired boyfriend. "How are you feeling?"

You groan in response at first, your energy level close to zero, "Hungry. Tired." Was all you could get out, voice scratchy in the back of your throat.

Pietro hummed in both agreement and understanding. "Sleep. We're almost there." He assures comfortingly.

You shake your head, a bit more aggressively than necessary to try to 'snap yourself out of it', "Can't. We have to go to the debriefing."

"Do you know how pale you look right now? You can barely hold your own head up, iubi." He brushes your messy hair back to get a better look at your disheveled appearance. "I don't think Fury will appreciate seeing you drool all over the conference table." He teases lightly, trying to get you to laugh, or at the very least smile.

You barely even register the joke in your exhausted state. You somehow manage to get out a weak scoff in response, still not letting your eyes shut for more than a few seconds at a time. Pietro notices, of course. It's not like you to let that slide without a snarky remark or comment in return.

"When was the last time you've eaten? Or had any water?" He asks, now also noticing the dark circles under your eyes and your chapped and bloody lip that had previously been bust open.

You stay silent. You genuinely can't pinpoint when you had last even touched water. You can't tell if it's from your exhaustion or if it really has been that long.

"I don't know... I'll eat after the meeting."

Pietro goes to protest but you quickly shut him down, promising to get water on the way to the conference room. He watches you closely the whole flight, trying (and failing) to convince you to sleep.

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The Quinjet lands within the next fifteen minutes, but to you it feels like hours. Your shoulders are tense, and your limbs are shaky as you exit the aircraft. Pietro holds your hand to guide you towards the compound and ensure you don't fall over. Your feet ache with each step, causing you to walk a bit funny. He watches you closely as you walk into the building, noting how your eyes look glazed over and your legs wobble beneath you.

"Want me to carry you, draga?" Pietro asks sincerely, concerned you might trip and hurt yourself.

You shake your head, "No. Thank you." Stubborn as always, "I can walk myself just fine." You mumble out groggily, barely even audible. An obvious lie.

As you make your way through the long hallways, you can feel yourself getting weaker by the second. Little gray squiggles and spots float in the edges of your vision. Your whole body feels heavy; Like you're carrying double your own weight, pushing your body down against your will. You use all your energy to force your eyes open, making them much wider than they should normally be. Even still you can feel your eyelids getting heavy. The more you walk, the more you can feel your vision starting to darken.

You grab Pietro's arm in an attempt to steady yourself as you feel your legs give out beneath you. All you can manage to get out is a weak whisper of his name before your vision blacks out completely.

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You slowly come into consciousness again, feeling a pair of hands on your shoulders lightly shaking you. You can hear several muffled voices talking all around you. You haven't opened your eyes yet, but you can tell you're now on a bed and you can feel a pillow under your head. You hear Pietro repeatedly whispering your name frantically, and you slowly open your eyes. You're immediately blinded by the florescent overhead lights, squinting and blinking as you try to adjust.

Pietro lets out a sigh of relief, grabbing your hand to rapidly kiss each knuckle. "Thank God, you're alive!"

You softly smile, "Of course I'm alive, don't be ridiculous."

His smile quickly turns back into a look of concern as he checks your body for injuries, "Are you alright? Can you move?"

You laugh, still just as exhausted, "Yes, Piet, I'm fine. Thank you."

As your eyes adjust you finally look around to take in your surroundings. You're lying on a bed in Bruce's lab, Bruce and Nat hovering on either side of you. You look to the table next to you to see a massive pile of snacks and multiple bottles of water sitting on top of your favorite blanket.

"Damn, how long was I out?"

"Almost four seconds exactly." Bruce states factually, citing his notes.

You send a knowing look to Pietro who smiles back at you, an ever-so-slight tint of embarrassment dusting his cheeks. You go to grab a water bottle, but he quickly stops you, opening it for you before handing it back. The second you finish the bottle he's practically shoving a muffin down your throat, finally pulling a laugh out of you.

"Always the gentleman."

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eternalslover · 2 years

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Pietro having a crush on you headcanons (gn? I don't think there are any particular pronouns in this, please correct me if I'm wrong:)

Pietro is a very observant person but would be completely oblivious if you had a crush on him aswell

Reads books you like, even if he doesn't like them because he wants to impress you (if you get Pietro to go anywhere near a book.... that means he is 100% smitten for you)

If someone brings up the fact that you two would be a good couple he will always be like "pfft me and them, noooo... unless their interested😏"

Learns ALL of your interests so once again he can impress you

Probably calls you really cute names in Sokovian and if you ever ask what they mean he will freeze and say he's insulting you so you don't know that he likes you

Make a playlist for him and you have his heart

He would also listen to said playlist while he's in the car, going on a walk, jogging (not at full speed)

Point is he would listen to the playlist 24/7

Always looks at you and if you ever catch him, he will either be cocky and wink at you or he will get nervous and try to run away but ending up running into a wall

He hugs alot of people but with you? They last just a tad bit longer than his hugs with other people do

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probablyintensemuses · 3 years

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𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞.

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 <𝟑

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

She already knows.

I mean the girl is a telepath.

And even if she wasn’t it’s painfully obvious.

The quick stolen glances at her.

The blushing when she stares a little too long at you.

The stuttering.

Gosh, the stuttering...

"Good morning Y/n. Sleep well?" Wanda spoke, dragging her hand over your arm. A small smirk growing on her face as Wanda found it amusing to see you sweat.

Pouring your bowl of cereal you flinched at her soft touch. Your eyes were wide, like a deer caught in headlights. You meekly opened your mouth. "Morning.' You cough clearing your throat. "Good morning, Wanda."

Your voice had a nervous tremor, eyes glued to the witch in front of you. Causing you to overpour your milk, spilling it onto the marble counter.

“Oh gosh.” You gasp, stumbling to rip the paper towel and clean your mess.

But before you could, the paper towel was already wiping the milk away. The white paper wrapped in a red mist.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got it.” Wanda winked, leaving the kitchen with her coffee mug clutched tightly between her hands.

Begging Steve to pair you with her on missions.

“Y/n, you know I can’t just pair you two just because that’s what you want,” Steve said, his head buried within his iPad, laying out the team's plan of approach.

“I mean, I guess. She’ll probably want to be with vision anyway.” You muttered, playing with the inside of your palm.

Steve patted your shoulder, giving it a small shake. “You two do have undeniable chemistry out there. I’ll see what I can do, okay?”

You smiled brightly, your skin gleaming. "Brilliant."

Being soo jealous of Wanda and Visions' relationship.

of course, you knew they were best friends. But from the outside— it seemed like more.

Training days with Wanda. These can include both of your magic skills, weapons training, or hand-to-hand combat.

Wanda ultimately kicking your ass.

Each and every time.

"Sorry Y/N," Wanda sighed, taking a sip of her water as she wiped the sweat off her face.

"No, thank you. I needed that." You smiled slightly, rubbing your bruise that was forming.

"Gosh, did I do that?" She gasped, pushing a loose piece of her ginger hair behind her ear.

"I guess." You snickered shifting uncomfortably on the bench.

"Let me help," Wanda spoke. The red mist leaving her fingertips as she methodically healed you, the bruise slowly disappearing.

"Better?" She swopped a hair that was glued to your forehead behind your ear.

You shook your head vigorously, your entire body heating up at her touch. "Thank...Thank you, Wanda."

She smiled, holding her hand out to help you stand.

"of course."

Panicking when she gets hurt on a mission.

"Wanda!" you cried out.

Allowing her to ease your mind with her powers.

letting her play with your hand during meetings when she is bored.

"Do you like it?"

"What is it?"

Wanda snorted, playfully pushing you. "Don't be rude, it's a heart."

having enough of being 'just friends.'

Finally getting the balls to just tell her.

"Wanda, I think I've known for a while, but I really like you. And as more than a friend."

Wanda smiled, closing the book she was flipping through. "I know."

You glance over your shoulder to see her smiling and biting her lip. "What, how?"

"Well,' she said, standing from her bed. "Besides reading your mind it is painfully obvious."

"I—this is so embarrassing." You fall to your knees, holding your head in your hands.

"Why?" Wanda asks, slipping onto the floor next to you. Her arm snaking around your back, caressing it softly.

"Because you don't feel the same way—I see you and Vision, you two are meant for—."

Wands cut you off—her soft lips roughly connecting with yours as she held your cheeks in her hands. Her black fingernails brushing the tips of your temples.

“Vision can’t compare to you.” She murmured through the kiss. “No one can.” She pulled away, kissing your palms.

You sat frozen, your eyes still shut. Remembering the feeling of her lips on yours.

“If it isn’t apparent. I feel the same way.” She said, her green eyes gazing into yours.

All you could do was smile. Because now you knew Wanda would be your girl and she was already your world.

.....

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 ;)

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 | 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐪𝐬.

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enchantingkittengaditor · 3 years

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First Holidays Without Nat | TTMU Head Cannon

Summary: A holiday season with the looming loss of Nat and Pietro somehow turns into some fun and tears.

Warnings: One Mention Of Murder, Mention Of Death

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Christmas Sans Nat

When Christmas rolled around after the insanity of the ‘blip’ it was sadder than any holiday beforehand.

It was confusing as well, especially now that Yulia and Wanda are technically around the same age.

Wanda and Yulia would hole up in Nat’s apartment and watch old movies and home videos of all of them decorating in past Christmases while eating food that Nat always used to cook.

It wasn’t the same.

No matter how hard Kate would try, they would refuse to leave the apartment until all of the traditions they had with Nat were complete.

Kate found it funny.

The first Christmas they found gifts that Nat had bought them earlier in the year for them and they opened them.

She’d gotten Wanda a set of diaries.

What Wanda didn’t notice at first was that one of them was filled with Nat describing everything that she and Yulia had done while Wanda was gone, while another was blank for her to communicate with her thanks to some help from Yulia.

Nat had given Yulia a set of keys, two addresses and a note that said ‘become the next black widow little one.’

Wanda convinced Yulia to go to the address with Kate where they found a storage unit full of things Nat had owned including one of her suits and a ledger full of names written in red.

“I can’t believe she literally still has red in her ledger,” Yulia had joked to Kate.

“What are you going to do about it?” Kate had asked her.

“Let’s go find some of these names, and figure out why they’re in here,” Yulia had told her.

“Just don’t let me kill someone,” Kate had whined.

“If we need to resort to murder I’ll do it,” Yulia had agreed.

Overall it was a weird Christmas but one that they’d never forget.

And one that Kate would regret staying in New York for.

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mendesxruel · 3 years

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𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒔 | 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

summary; movie date with Pietro Maximoff!

warnings; fluff!, mentions of food, happy crying

author's notes: i got some prompts from @creativepromptsforwriting // I didn't specify the reader's gender since I always like to make everyone comfortable when reading so, no gender specification! <3

words; 380.

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<dušo = soul // "babe" sort of (croatian/serbian)>

"Hey! I'm home!" Pietro said after arriving and heading to the kitchen. He placed the bags he had in his hands on the counter.

Heading to the living room, he saw you sitting on the couch, beaming at him.

"I bought your favorite food for our movie night," he grinned. Bending down to reach you, he softly kissed your lips and went back to the kitchen to organize the food.

"Thanks, Pietro," you smiled to yourself, realising how much he cared about you.

"You're welcome!" he said as he grabbed forks and knives and brought you your favourite meal from the local restaurant.

"So, what movie do you wanna watch, dušo?", Pietro asked, tilting his head to look at you with a slight smirk on his face.

Grabbing the meal, you took a bite out of it, and it tasted delicious. "You can choose," you told him.

"If you say so..." he said and picked a cliche romantic comedy.

Halfway through the movie, you two finished eating. Pietro ran to the kitchen to leave the leftovers there and came back as fast as he could, so he wouldn't miss any second of the film.

Now empty-handed, he grabbed your hand and brushed his lips on your knuckles.

Despite not wanting to miss scenes from the movie, he was more concerned about not missing any detail from your face. He proceeded to look at you and analyse every inch of your features and all the beautiful things that make you, you.

He couldn't help but smile while staring at the love of his life.

When you noticed, you looked back at him, but of course, he was quick to look away and pretend that wasn't happening.

You chuckled lightly.

By the end of the film, your boyfriend noticed that you were crying tears of joy since it had ended in such an adorable and inspiring way.

He giggled and embraced you with a warm hug. "Did you like the movie, love?" he asked.

Smiling at him, with teary eyes, you nodded, and hugged him tightly, digging your face onto his chest.

Everything felt so comfortable when you were with him. He made you feel safe and happy. And you loved him for it. And the feeling was very much mutual.

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enchantingkittengaditor · 3 years

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A Maximoff Holiday Season | TTMU Head Cannon

Summary: A fluffy holiday season with all the avengers, focusing on how Wanda & Yulia celebrate their holidays after a weird childhood and how they celebrate their brother’s memory.

Warnings: Swearing, Mention of Death

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Maximoff Holiday Traditions

Wanda and Pietro would always light candles in memory of their parents and Yulia while in Sokovia.

Wanda continued the tradition, lighting an extra one for Pietro, after the events in Sokovia.

While growing up the siblings celebrated Hanukkah.

HYDRA banned any sort of celebrations.

But the Hale’s celebrated and while Yulia was younger she lived at HYDRA prep and would sneak in with Kat to watch the celebrations.

This later leads to the traditional gift swap once a year when all three girls were in the same place, often on Christmas.

The gifts were often small things that the girls found on missions.

But the gifts meant the world to all of them.

So when Yulia escaped the few things she took with her were the gifts her friends gave her.

So did Kat but they were lost when she died.

When Yulia started at school in NYC and found friends she started the tradition again.

While on the run Yulia and Wanda would talk every day of Hanukkah, even if they didn’t talk for the rest of the year.

New Maximoff/Romanoff Holiday Traditions

Whenever Nat and Wanda could be in the states over the holidays they’d combine weird traditions they’d been brought up with.

Nat would make food and sing Russian carols.

Wanda would decorate and sing Sokovian songs.

Yulia would sit and watch the two most important people in her life have fun and sing in their mother tongues.

The three of them would have fun and goof around in a way that was described by Tony Stark as “fucking insane. How do two assassins and a witch act like five-year-olds?”

Part of their new tradition was to go to a women’s shelter and help them sort through donations and help the people in them.

Tony’s Party

Yulia, according to Tony, is obligated to come to the Stark/Avengers Christmas party.

The first one that she attended was a Christmas sweater party, where she wore a hand-made one by one of her friends that said ‘Merry Xmas you fucking assholes’.

Tony loved it.

Pepper on the other hand, not so much.

Peter thought that it was badass.

Rhodey wanted one.

Pepper asked her why she wore it.

Then Nat appeared and laughed at it.

Yulia and Peter watched as all the other avengers got drunk or at least attempted to.

Yulia somehow convinced Peter to try a ‘Traditional Sokovian Cocktail’ that was in fact just vodka, tequila and more vodka.

He was not a fan.

He’s still trying to figure out how she got her hands on alcohol.

His best guest is Nat who was bartending.

When Wanda was drunk she confessed to Yulia how she was very confused when she first saw her, having been lead to believe that she’d died but swore her not to tell Yulia.

Overall there was a lot of drunk games and shenanigans from the avengers and the people that work with them.

Christmas Day

In the weeks leading up to Christmas they’d celebrate Hanukkah together as well as any other days that they thought were important including the winter solstice, short girl appreciation day and chocolate-covered anything day because they think there very fun.

Obviously Pietro, Ruby and Kat would be watching over his sisters while they celebrate and would communicate with Yulia.

Yulia would tell Wanda what Pietro is telling her.

Nat and Wanda would act like proud mums whenever she did something.

Opening gifts in the morning would just be them trying to contain laughter at the gifts they each got.

Wanda would probably get some jewlery or a spell book the others found in a hippie bookstore and thought of her.

Natasha would probably get some random memorabilia that the others found or she’d get something homemade that would bring tears to her eyes.

Yulia would probably get some sort of weapon from Nat, much to Wanda’s horror, and Wanda would probably get her something that she’d picked up in Sokovia that meant something once upon a time.

But the gifts weren’t what was special to all of them.

The time that they spent together would always be held close to their hearts, especially in the future.

Christmas day would be spent hanging around Nat’s apartment watching movies and playing board games while speaking almost solely in Russian, that was until someone came around or someone ordered food and they would quickly switch to English.

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