"I'm pretty sure the entire universe isn't quite big enough to hold Clint's pride," she laughed and turned, after Tony took her coat, to survey the tree and the gifts she'd brought. Wanda had hardly found time to do much of anything in December and, after a flurry of last minute shopping the day before, she'd resigned herself to the fact that she was going to have to send gifts to the East Coast late (which was, she supposed, better than never).
Soon after Tony's departure from Malibu there had been a breakthrough in tracking the West Coast's main nemeses, the Masters of Evil, and a lot of time in the past month was devoted to skirmishes and reconnaissance. It was Clint's obsession and all their recent successes had, admittedly, been the result of his dogged conviction that the West Coast Avengers would come out on top in this no matter what. Attacking their enemy's stronghold had been the crowning glory. At least Clint was doing something right.
As it was, there was more to celebrate this Christmas than usual and it was definitely a nice break from the chaos that had recently become the norm. Wanda had every intention of relaxing and it was only on a sudden whim that she'd decided to go to New York instead, which was why she was alone. Wanda had gathered up all the gifts she'd intended to mail within a few days and left without telling anyone she was going. She figured that if they noticed or needed her for anything they could always call.
Tony's offer of a drink was declined with a shake of her head before she reached up to grip the lapels of his jacket. The only warning he had of what she intended was the wry glance at his pocket before she pulled him in close to press a kiss to his mouth. If he didn't like it, then he shouldn't have been wearing mistletoe in his coat like an invitation- or a challenge. It would have been rude not to kiss him.