elizabeth olsen- one shots

so this is christmas! ~wm~

Eliza aged- 10
Billy & Tommy aged- 11
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Wanda's POV:

"ITS CHRISTMAS EVE!" I hear three loud shrieks as my three children bounce onto mine and vision's bed.

"Good morning to you too!" Vision laughs, sitting up and grabbing them all in a huddle, to which I join with a happy smile.

Christmas was mine and Peitro's favourite holiday and seeing their faces reminds me so much of his at this time of year.

"SANTA IS COMING MOMMY!" Eliza aggressively shakes me, bouncing excitedly. "There will be no Christmas if you give mommy a heart attack!" I chuckle, pulling her off me gently and cuddling her tightly.

"I'm so excitedddd!" She whines. "Oh I know you are!" I boop her nose, placing a kiss on her forehead afterwards.

"Would the wife like some tea?" Vision asks me formally, ruffling both Billy and Tommy's hair as he does so.

"She would love some tea." I reply, leaning over to peck him on the lips. "I'm gonna need some assistance." Vision tells the boys, holding onto Tommys hand and speeding off downstairs. "Careful!" I shout after them.

Billy and Eliza cuddle at each side of me. I'd say they're the most affectionate out of the three but if I had to narrow it down to one, it would definitely be Eliza. Most of her day she spends with me, holding onto my hand or laying across my lap.

Billy is almost the same, except most times he lets his sister get most of the cuddles and prefers his own space.

I hear a loud crash downstairs and hear an echo of the same curse word come from my kitchen. I get up from bed and run downstairs. "What happened?!" I yell in panic.

I look down at the floor to see vision sweeping up my favourite Christmas mug he has dropped. "Vision..." I say in a low voice, almost sounding threatening. "Did you break my favourite Christmas mug...?" I ask him as if it isn't the most obvious thing in the world.

"Well...it just slipped out of my hands...I'm sorry darling, I'll be sure to buy you-"

I burst into laughter and use my magic to fix the cup back up. "What where you saying?" I ask playfully, with a cheeky grin.

Vision sighs in relief. "Sorry darling!" He chuckles, walking over to me and kissing me passionately.

I look in the corner of my eye and see my three children staring at us with disgust.

"Instead of swallowing each others saliva could you maybe make your hungry children some food?" Eliza sassily remarks. I roll my eyes playfully and stride into the kitchen to make breakfast.

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It's now the night of Christmas Eve, which means Billy, Tommy and Eliza are all over-excited and hyper.

"If Santa gets me that sword I'm going to decapitate your head and feed it to the lions!" Eliza shouts to her older brother Tommy, walking him with the tube out of my kitchen roll. "That's if the lions don't eat you first!" Tommy shouts back, running at Eliza full speed and knocking her off the couch.

I wince, waiting for the loud crying of pain come from behind the couch, instead they both burst out into fits of laughter.

I sigh in relief.

I walk round behind the couch and kneel down next to them. "Are you both okay?" I ask with worry, checking them for any harm.

"We are more then okay Mom! Christmas is tomorrow!" Tommy shrieks. Billy runs downstairs with tinsel in his hands. He throws some to Eliza and Tommy and the three of them run around the living room screaming.