In Darkness, Be My Light

God Rest Ye Merry, Gentleman

Warnings: Mentions of self-harm, abuse, and electroshock.

Author's Note: So WandaVision is gonna start filming in September? Yesss.

Christmas had rolled around again, and Vision and Wanda were staying at a small and not incredibly expensive, longterm hotel in Edinburg, Scottland. She requested that she be alone and have time with him for the next few months. It took a couple of days of convincing Steve since he was worried that Hydra could be lurking around, so he wanted the team to stay together, but it eventually worked out as long as they stayed close and checked-in every so often. She had said her temporary goodbyes to her close friends (she called them her family) and set off with Vision.

Now, in the Scottish hotel room, Wanda was listening to a selection of Christmas music on the cheap hotel radio. As she was enjoying the cheerful songs, she was decorating the nineteen-inch Christmas tree she bought at a store a few blocks away. She loved the holiday spirit-- children gathering to go caroling, families enjoying each other's company and just the general feeling of this time of the month.

Christmas was nothing short of poor in Sokovia. Her parents tried their best to provide well-made gifts and sometimes they couldn't provide any at all. And even then, she was always happy even if there wasn't a gift waiting for her because she enjoyed the time she spent with her family. It was all she could ever ask for, and she was glad she was more focused on her family instead of gifts because she lost them so early in her childhood.

She found herself staring at the softly dim lights of the miniature tree on the table and her head rested on top of her hands. She admired the way they shined off of the tiny ornaments that hung off of the branches of the tree. She slipped her finger over one of the slick bulbs and traced the flowery designs imprinted on it.

Her eyes flickered to the side for a moment when she saw Vision setting down a bowl of chicken and white bean chili next to her. "Thank you," she said distractedly as her gaze continued to study the string of lights.

He said nothing, but simply stood behind his beloved and wrapped his arms around her, pulling a section of hair back, and bent down to let his lips settle on the base of her neck. She tilted her head to the side in acceptance of his affection.

"Do you have any plans for this afternoon?" she asked, taking in the sensation of his warm lips.

He hummed against her neck. "I do not, why?" he responded while tracing one of his hands down the side of her arm, rubbing his fingers over the less noticeable scars. Her self harm tendencies had stopped over a year ago with the help of the people closest to her. Vision was careful to keep an eyeful watch over her whenever he noticed specific moods from her. She had almost hurt herself over the past year, but he was always there to calm her down before she could ever do anything to herself.

She let her head rest on top of his. "I'm thinking of taking a walk for an hour or two if you'd like to join me."

He smiled against her neck. "I'd love to, but only after you eat," he said before stepping away from her, and she quietly whimpered from the loss of contact and warmness against her skin.

She sighed, "Okay, but please, sit with me. You're leaving tomorrow and I don't wanna waste any time with you."

So he sat with her while she ate, and they listened to the Christmas music that was playing on the radio. He moved his chair closer to her so he could wrap his arm around his waist and let the side of his head lay on the top of her shoulder.

She giggled and placed her arm around him and squeezed his shoulder insignificantly. "Aww, do I need to take care of my baby?" she cooed playfully as she kissed his head.