They must have had a fight, Tony had to assume from Wanda's silence on the subject of her solo trip. The odds didn't hurt. Tony would have to make it up to her on Clint's (or Pietro's) behalf; he hoped the gift Pepper had put together for her was breathtaking. Maybe they could start there. He was already smirking when she grabbed him and she kissed his smile, chaste but unresistant for a second as Tony opened his eyes to glance toward the kitchen. Maybe he should have considered the ramifications of the mistletoe a little further. Wanda hardly needed encouragement, no matter who might be watching.
"Is that all you brought me?" he asked in a low voice, still bowed close but his hands kept to himself until he had lifted his chin. He took hers then to kiss her forehead (more appropriate for the time being), and raised her jacket to excuse himself to...drape it over the back of the couch. He was there to be the entertainment, after all. The boring jobs were for someone else. "There's one for you there," he pointed out, gesturing vaguely to the pile of giftboxes before sprawling himself across the couch, then patting the cushion beside him. There was, in fact, a broad, flat box wrapped with a fine, red bow and a tag printed with a delicate script, 'Merry Christmas, Wanda'.
Except Pepper must not have been as keen on her as Tony thought was natural. The last thing Wanda deserved was a thick knit turtle neck sweater, whatever perfect ruby colour it came in. Holy things were meant to be celebrated on this day, not covered up in cheap wool.