Imagines ➳ Bucky Barnes

Mistletoe Magic

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"Oh I do love Christmas"
And perhaps Wanda Maximoff had never said anything more visually obvious in her life, as she finished up hanging the very last of gilt tinsel and glitzy baubles. It wasn't even the middle of December, and yet all she could think of was setting up Secret Santa, and what accent color to pick for her mini Christmas tree.

"don't you think it's - I don't know - a little early for all this?" You brandished your hands theatrically around at the countless and, well, seemingly needless amounts of Christmas decor, which blocked out half the sunlight, that with great exert attempted to emit through the vastly set windows of the Stark Tower. And maybe it would've been much better if you were to keep your mouth shut, because the utter look of bewilderment and revulsion that crossed Wanda's face in response to your questionable statement, condemned you of all life.

She let a pair of holographic tinsel garlands drop down onto a table in front of her before occupying a seat on her bed beside you. "You need to stop hanging around Steve." She implied, nodding, and placing her jewelled hands over yours. "He really sucks the Christmas spirit out of you... Oh! that reminds me-"

Wanda yanked her palms away from you as she excitedly stood up and headed towards her walk-in closet. Yeah. Walk-in closet. Tony had really spoilt the avengers with ample amounts of gadgets.

"I have something for you."

Evidently, those had been the words you were dreading, because even though it was the time of season where it was common to exchange gifts; the words made you weak by the knees, because not even once this week had the thought of buying anybody a present crossed your mind.

After a while, Wanda had appeared out of your closet again, a maxi dress folded into pleats in her hands; with somber, contrasting, crimson undertones, running inline perfectly with your guilt.
"I honestly didn't know what to get you y/n, but I figured, since Tony invited us all for a Christmas party, it'd be the perfect occasion."

You lingered in silence for a while, admiring the effortlessly imminent stitch, and pondering how in the hell Wanda guessed your size, or even more primarily, where she got the money to invest in such a tailored fit. Along the dress, your eyes travelled up to Wanda's face, who's expression began burgeoning more impatient the longer you settled muted.

You smiled, "I couldn't wish for anything better, thank you so much, you didn't have to"

Wanda quite obviously sighed in relief, making it clearer as she returned a smile right after; placing the gown beside you. "I think we should get ready, Tony would want us down there in little time from now." And Wanda was all smiles and squeaks, as she gathered her makeup in one hand and pink floral in the other, along with scarlet heel straps clinging onto her painted fingers.

And you were left to the only rectangular mirror, propped up against some randomly taped boxes, with what appeared to be: Russian words scribbled on the side. Wanda's walls were in addition entirely bare, other than the light gray paint, that universally, didn't seem like a characteristic that screamed 'Wanda!' Perhaps signifying that she too, hadn't moved in as long ago as you thought.

Better try this on then.

You ran your hands along the satin material, lifting your fingers and observing them, then switching back to the material, almost expecting the sealed, blood red color to stain your fingers into murder. The dress was stunning. And it was moments like this where you mentally thanked Wanda for being your friend.