Sweaters, Snowballs, Cocoa, and Kisses (Wanda Maximoff x ADD!autistic!reader)
*Not my GIF.
Summary: (Y/N) doesn’t like extreme temperature, but Wanda really wants to play in the snow, so do the other Avengers. Along with that, Christmas is coming up. Basically a fluff fic with a small amount of angst.
Request: Not this. I’ve got one, but it’s angsty. I need fluff.
Warnings: Meltdown/shutdown, fluff, a small dash of angst, Christmas, some Hallmark-y sappiness.
Word Count: 2823
Note: Some wintertime fluff in May. Why not? And Pietro and Vision are alive because I say so.
You hate winter.
It’s always so cold and it makes you shiver even thinking about it. All of that cold snow, hypothermia, frostbite, not to mention the slippery ice. You’re so scared you’re gonna fall and break a bone. You’d much rather admire its frosty beauty from within, sipping hot cocoa and wearing comfy pajamas, cuddling up with a loved one, watching old Disney or holiday films.
Your crush, Wanda on the other hand, LOVES winter. And you love her. But shy little ole you hasn’t worked up the courage to talk to her. Every time you try, or even think about trying, you feel the butterflies of love all a-fluttery in your tummy. Your cheeks turn into red roses. (Not literally, of course. That’d be EXTREMELY concerning) You feel yourself stumbling over your words, even in your mind. Not to mention you get weak at the knees. Social skills aren’t exactly your strong suit as it is, so this extra layer is just....it makes you feel embarrassed.
And no one can blame you. Wanda caught your eye immediately when you first joined the team. She has such a softness about her, even if she seems slightly aloof at times. You’ve heard her playing guitar and singing while passing her room at the compound, and your heart just about stops whenever you do. She has the voice of an angel. Her laugh is made of sunshine and rainbows. Her voice as soft as a marshmallow pillow. So much more inviting than even the beautiful, but biting, winter wind.
Not to mention; Wanda loves wearing fluffy sweaters in December. They always look so soft and warm and.....how you long to just snuggle up against her on a couch by the fire in comfy pajamas and fluffy slippers while watching a cute holiday film or an old Disney film. Maybe even give her a cute little peck on the cheek. But shy little ole you chickens out all the time.
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And then one winter day, there are no missions. No training. Nothing.
You’re using your light powers, one of your powers, to decorate the place with Steve and Bucky when Peter bursts in with snow clothes for the whole team.
“Guys!” he exclaims excitedly. “It’s so beautiful outside. We should go out and play!”
As much as you hate the winter, his enthusiasm is contagious. Wanda looks up from her book.
“I love that idea,” she smiles. “Pietro and I used to play in the park whenever it was safe to go out in the winter.”
Her brother zooms inside, startling Peter.
“I heard my name?”
“I was just mentioning how we used to play in that park in Sokovia in the winter,” she says. “Remember? Mama and papa would make sure it was safe before taking us. Even if it was for only a few minutes, it was always so fun.”
“And that one time I hit you square in the face with a snowball?”
“I got your TV night pick after that,” she giggles.
Your mind begins to wander as Wanda and Pietro talk a bit more about winter in Sokovia. You think about just how beautiful, how adorable, how dreamy, how......perfect Wanda is. You’re so distracted that you almost don’t notice Bucky stumbling on the ladder. Luckily Pietro rushes over to stop him from falling.
“Steve, (Y/N), you two need to be more careful.”
“You’re one to talk about careful, Needy for Speedy,” you joke.
All of a sudden, you hear that cute little giggle. You look to see Wanda smiling at you. Immediately you go weak at the knees and your cheeks are the reddest they’ve ever been. Even your nose is red.
“You’ve got a little something on your face, Rudolph,” “Need for Speedy” jokes back at you, smirking as he sets Bucky down.
“What’s going on?” Nat asks as she enters dressed in casual attire.
“It’s so beautiful outside,” Peter says as he finishes reorganizing the clothing that Pietro startled out of his hands. “I was thinking we should have a snow day! You know? Go outside and play!”
“That sounds kinda cool,” Nat shrugs. “I’m down.”
“Count me in,” Bucky adds.
“I mean, it can’t be colder than the ice I was frozen in,” Steve shrugs.
“I’ll go too,” Pietro agrees.
“I talked to Mr. Stark, Dr. Banner, Clint, and Thor,” Peter tells the rest of you. “And they said they’d be up for it as well. Vision told me he’ll hang back. What about you, (Y/N)?”
“Oh,” you exclaim. “I’m....I’m not a fan of winter.”
“Ah c’mon, kid,” Steve says. “We won’t be out for too long.”
“It’s just....well, I’m sensitive to the really cold and really hot and I’m scared of slipping on the ice,” you admit sheepishly. “It’s okay. I can stay back with Vision.”
“I don’t want you to miss out, though,” Peter tells you. “You’re part of the team. I mean, Vision is too, but I don’t know how he reacts to the snow, so I’m okay with him staying behind if it means he stays safe.”
“When we come back, we could have a movie night and hot cocoa,” Wanda suggests. “One of the best parts of winter is warming up after being out in the cold. If you want, you can hold onto my arm if you’re scared of slipping when we’re walking to the park, (Y/N). And if it gets too cold for you, you can just let me know and I’ll go back to the compound with you.”
You didn’t think your face could glow any redder. You thought wrong. Wanda actually said your name. To you. And she’s offering to help you.
“I, uh....” you stammer. “Wanda, you....you really don’t....you shouldn’t waste....”
“I want to,” she insists kindly. “You seem really sweet.”
Oh Lordy Lordy-Lord....you feel like you’re about to faint. The butterflies are extra fluttery today. Why is an angel like her wasting her time on someone like you? You have no clue.
“I-I mean, if....if you’re sure....” you stammer on.
“Of course,” she smiles. “It’s like Peter said. You’re part of the team as well, and I don’t want you to miss out either.”
You nod.
Maybe a little too much.
“Okay, that’s enough, Bobbly McBobble-Head,” Pietro jokes with a knowing smirk. “Let’s get ready.”
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Soon enough, you’re all bundled up and on your way to a park just a small walk from the compound. Despite Wanda supporting you, well actually because of Wanda supporting you, you still feel like you’re slipping because you’re so weak at the knees. This leads to you apologizing to her every few seconds.
“You have nothing to apologize for, (Y/N),” she tells you gently.
How is she so patient? How is so sweet? How is she so compassionate and understanding? So many questions like this plague your mind as you slip to the park. When you arrive, everyone else is getting right to playing. Nat, Steve, Pietro, and Bucky are all in an intense snowball fight. Tony and Peter are building a snowman together. Clint and Bruce are sliding down the hill on sleds.
“I think I’m going to make some snow angels,” Wanda muses.
“But you’re an angel already.”
The phrase somehow slips out of your mouth and into her ear. Her face turns red and she giggles, her nose scrunching up.
“I was right. You are sweet, (Y/N).”
You’re like a snowman in summer, about to melt at any moment. Wanda helps you get onto solid and steady ground before heading off to make snow angels. For several moments, you just stand there. Here you are, out in the cold, because an angel of a woman wants to make sure you’re included in the team. The thought is just.....surreal.
You end up kind of just walking and standing around for a while. You’re extremely worried about how you’re going to react to the snow if you sit in it, let alone lay down in it. You end up kind of just drifting off into a walking daydream; one day, you want to work up the courage to admit your feelings to her. You’re worried about being rejected, but at the same time, you don’t want to lose that chance. There’s always a chance that she might have feelings for you as well. There’s always a chance.
“Yeah,” you say to yourself. “There’s always a cha--”
THWACK!
A stinging burst of cold hits you square in the face and brings you out of your thoughts. You find your vision obscured by snow. Immediately you go into a panic. Your chest tightens up and your breathing becomes shallow and rapid, your heart beating wildly. Tears well up in your eyes. Instinctively you drop to the ground and begin to rock as you hear footsteps rush over.
“I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” you hear Bucky exclaim. “I swear I didn’t mean to hit you.”
You wince and make a small squeak as he tries to put his hand on your shoulder.
I wanna go back, I wanna go back, I wanna go back.
“Back up,” you hear Nat tell them. “Give them some space.”
“Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go,” you repeat as you rock.
Then you remember.
“And if it gets too cold for you, you can just let me know and I’ll go back to the compound with you.”
“Wanda!” you cry out, your tears almost freezing to your face. “Wanda!”
In moments she’s at your side.
“It’s going to be okay, (Y/N),” she tells you gently. “It’s going to be okay.”
You finally brush the snow off your face, but the experience has still left you feeling panicky.
“Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go,” you repeat.
“We can go back to the compound,” Wanda assures you. “Come on. I’ll take you back.”
You blink out the snow that remains in your eyes and reach a hand out to Wanda. She gently takes it and helps you up.
“(Y/N), I-” Bucky begins.
“Bucky, I don’t think this is the time,” Clint says. “They’re clearly overwhelmed.”
Wanda leads you out of the park, trying to make sure you two get back as quickly and safely as possible.
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The two of you arrive and take the elevator. Wanda helps you out of your snow clothes.
“Is there anything else I can do to help?” she asks you.
“Cocoa, cocoa, cocoa,” you repeat as you take off your snowpants.
“I’ll get started on it,” Wanda tells you.
Once the snow clothes are off, you head to your room and throw off your clothes, changing into warm pajamas and fluffy slippers. You impulsively rub your arms to get the heat back in them, and you place a warm wash cloth on your face, the tears still rolling down your face.
You flop onto your bed and let the silence and warmth cover you. It’s not too hot, but it’s definitely not freezing-cold. That’s when the realization hits you. Wanda Maximoff, your crush, walked you back to the compound and is doing what she can to help you through your sensory overload. And now it’s just you and her in the compound.
Well, it’s actually you two and Vision, but he was staying back anyway.
About half an hour later, there’s a knock on the door.
“(Y/N)? I’ve got your hot cocoa ready.”
It’s Wanda. Your heart is pounding fast and the butterflies have returned. Trying not to get weak at the knees, you wobble over and open the door. There’s Wanda with a mug of hot cocoa and a plate of something. And she’s wearing one of her fluffy sweaters; this one is holiday-red and has a snowflake on the front.
“You okay?” she asks.
You nod.
“Y-yeah.”
Your cheeks turn absolutely rose-red.
“Are you sure?” she asks. “It seems like you just get so wobbly around me.”
So she has noticed!
“I....Wanda, I.....I’m....” you stammer.
She smiles kindly.
“How about we go to the lounge and talk?”
You nod again, and the two of you head to the lounge, decked out in holiday decor. Wanda sets the hot cocoa and plate, which you now see is full of Christmas cookies, on the table and sits on the couch. You wobble to a spot next to her and sits down. For a few moments, you say nothing. The butterflies are at maximum flutter by now.
“Just tell her, you blushing idiot!” you think to yourself. “Just tell her that you’re in love with her!”
You gulp.
“W-wanda?” you ask.
“Hm?” she responds curiously.
You try to gather up what to say.
“Um.....I.....I’m.....you.....with.....love.....in.....” you begin, stumbling. “For a.....been...long time.....in love....I’ve.....with you.”
Wanda smiles kindly.
“I know,” she says matter of factly.
This somehow comes as a shock to you.
“How.....?”
“I’m a telepath.”
You mentally facepalm yourself. Of course! How could you forget?
“I think....no, I’m almost certain that I’m in love with you too,” she replies. “I’ve seen you interacting with the others and you’re just so sweet and shy and adorable.”
The color returns to your face with a blush.
“You....you really are? Why didn’t you say anything?”
She shrugs.
“I guess I wanted to hear it be said in your real voice. And I suppose I was a little nervous to approach you.”
“You? Nervous? To approach me?”
Wanda nods.
“Do you want to cuddle with me?” she asks.
You nod, moving in timidly. Thankfully Wanda lets you take your time and you slowly lean in close until your face grazes her sweater. Your head immediately drops on it, beaming. It’s even softer than it looks. Wanda smiles at you as she offers you a blanket, which you graciously accept.
“So....are we, like, a thing?” you ask her.
“Do you want to be?” she asks.
You glance away, feeling shy and nod slightly.
“Yeah....I’ve been in love with you for a long time now.”
“Then we’ll be a couple.”
Your heart is beating wildly, all sorts of happy thoughts flying through your heart and your head. You and Wanda cuddle on the couch for a while when something catches your eye. You look to the ceiling, and right above you and Wanda, is a sprig of mistletoe. She notices and looks up.
“Oh!” she exclaims smiling, her face turning red.
You two look at each other, both of your faces rose-red.
“Oh my.”
You hear Vision’s voice and turn to see him entering with another plate of cookies.
“I’ve heard that mistletoe is used to ward off witches and demons. Also that lovers are to kiss under the mistletoe.”
“That’s what I’ve heard,” you shrug, trying to stay calm.
“Steve told me to hang it there,” Vision admits. “I have to wonder if he knew this would happen.”
Wanda giggles again.
“I imagine he knew something would happen.”
She glances to you.
“Do you....want to?”
Can your face get any redder? Apparently. You nod hesitantly, leaning forward, uncertain of how to approach this. After some blushing and contemplation, you decide to just go for it and give her a sweet peck on the lips. You feel fluttery and on Cloud Nine. Wanda leans in and gently places a kiss on your lips, longer than a peck. You can taste a small scent of frosting, almost as sweet as she is. Slowly she pulls back.
“I love you so much,” she replies softly with a gentle smile.
You turn your face away, but she gently guides it back.
“No need to hide,” she assures you. “I love to see your beautiful face.”
The two of you look at each other for a while.
“I...I love you even more,” you reply.
“No, I love you more,” she giggles, booping your nose.
It twitches like a little bunny rabbit’s in response.
“No, I love you more,” you smile, booping hers in return, and she also twitches it like a little bunny rabbit’s nose.
“No, I love you more.”
“No, I love you more.”
“I love you to the ends of the earth.”
“I love you to the moon and back.”
“I love you to the moon and back times one-hundred.”
“I love you to the moon and back times one-thousand!”
“I love you to the moon and back times one-million!”
“I love you to Pluto and back times one-billion!”
“I love you to the ends of the multiverse and beyond!”
This goes on for some time. Sure, it’s sappy, but you love it. You two end up in a fit of giggles and nose-booping before turning on some classic Disney films and cuddling up close. By the time the others return, you and Wanda are falling asleep to The Winnie-the-Pooh Movie with you leaning your head on her sweater and smiling.
The others may know that you and Wanda are a thing. But how you two became a couple? That’s between you and her.
And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
