[the avengers ➼ imagines]

wanda maximoff ≫ festivities

The Avengers Tower was in full festive spirit. The lounge was completely covered in Christmas decorations. The large Christmas tree stood high and mighty in the centre of the room, glitzing with lights and baubles and a golden star sat proudly on the top. Everyone in the room was enjoying themselves, hell, even Bucky was up dancing.

But there was one person who wasn't feeling so festive. Wanda Maximoff sat up against the wall in the far corner of the room, not paying any mind to the party. Her eyes were empty as they stared off into the distance, a frown was set on her lips.

You, being the person that organised this entire party, were definitely not having one person being a party pooper so you headed over to the brunette, ready to brighten her mood.

"Are you not enjoying the party?" You asked as soon as you reached her, getting straight to the point. She didn't answer, for second you thought she hadn't heard you. "Wanda?"

"What?" She fell from her trance, her eyes landing on you. She looked away again, her fingers fidgeting with the glass in her hands.

"I asked if you weren't enjoying the party." You stated again, placing a hand on your hip.

"Oh, huh, not really. Sorry, (Y/N)." She apologised.

"That's okay, if you just give me a reason why. Maybe I can improve for next year." You suggested, leaning down to sit beside her.

"It just feels weird. It's been years since Pietro and I celebrated Christmas. The last time was with out parents. It just, you know, feels slightly wrong." She admitted, letting out a small breath.

You thought for a second, taking in her words. You understood what she meant, of course it would feel weird. You felt sorry for the girl.

"Wanda," you started "I know it's hard. I know that adjusting to this sort of life again is really difficult considering what you and your brother have been through but I promise you, you and Pietro enjoying yourself isn't a bad thing. Your parents would be happy to know that you're happy. Trust me." You smiled, squeezing her shoulder gently.

"Now, I don't care if you don't enjoy yourself but you're coming to dance!" You shouted, hauling her off the floor and pulling her onto the dance floor. Maybe, just maybe you could try fix the broken girl.

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Hi, sorry this is so short. This is my first Wanda Maximoff imagine because I've been so stuck on what to write for her but I finally wrote something.

It's only 20 minutes till Christmas and I'm still not excited. I'm not even happy, we lost my step dads mum this morning so this Christmas will be a pretty big downer.

Anyways, hope you all have amazing Christmas' and get everything you wish for. Bye!