
Snow?! Wanda/Reader
(Told From Your Point Of View)
I wake Wanda up excitedly.
"What?" She whines, trying to pull the covers over her head.
"Wanda! It snowed!" I plop myself down on her legs.
"Are you 8 years old?" She teases.
"Haha," I cross my arms and pout.
"Fine, give me some time to get dressed," she gives in and I beam.
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I'm already making snowballs by the time Wanda gets out the door.
"Again, are you ei--" a snowball stops her quip.
I take off before she can retaliate, laughing wildly.
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Two hours...a snowball fight between me and Wanda turned into a snowball fight between me, Wanda, and Pietro, which evolved into “Everyone pelt Tony before he can get to his car” the second he came out.
Now we're all inside, in a big fluffy blanket, trying to warm up.
"Too cold," Pietro mumbles leaving the blanket.
Wanda giggles, pulling me closer.