So @littlestartopaz​ sent me this post and a request for Vision/Wanda and I fucking love this ship and also Jewish!Wanda is my jam (LITERALLY WHO AM I KIDDING, RELIGIOUS SUPERHEROES ARE MY JAM) so I did it.

Okay also Topaz I know you sent me this prompt a while ago but I wanted to be able to post it for the first night of Hanukkah so I held onto it for a few days.  And it’s now officially after sundown where I am, so Happy Hanukkah, everyone!

Wanda had set up a small table in the empty hall outside of Pietro’s room, where she could see him through the wall of windows without being kicked out for bringing fire into the medical wing. He was still asleep, even months after Sokovia—she’d seen him in this sort of healing coma before, but never for so long.  The external damage was healed, but his body was still rebuilding fragile nerves and blood vessels and ruined organ tissue.  The doctors said that he’d shut down every system to preserve what he could after taking those bullets to save Hawkeye, and she was glad for that, glad that, when he woke up, he would be her brother again.  She could stand any wait.

Or at least that’s what she told herself when she came down to sit with him.  

Wanda smoothed a blue cloth, fringed and embroidered with a white star, over the table she’d stolen from the lab. The steady beeping of the heart monitor inside the room was reassuring, but she missed hearing Pietro rattle around near her as she went through these motions.  The first year they had fine things, a soft cloth and matching candles and all, and he was comatose.

“Wanda?” a tentative voice behind her asked, and she jumped so hard the table rattled.  “I’m sorry,” Vision said as she whirled on her heel.  He was dressed in civilian clothes, plain and disingenuous against his bright synthskin, and he looked apologetic, as he always did when he took her by surprise.  He moved as quietly as a ghost most of the time and the Mind Gem let him shield his mind so tightly it was as if he wasn’t there at all, and Wanda was unused to being startled.  “I was looking for you, and this was the last place I could think of.  Don’t you usually visit your brother during the morning?”

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Tags: wanda maximoff hanukkah fic vision vision x wanda mcu fic IS THERE A SHIP NAME? SOMEONE TELL ME otp: distracted wanda goddamn maximoff and you can GODDAMN FIGHT ME on the whole vision-becoming-jewish thing although i feel like that's a REAL weird conversation with the rabbi i'm not qualified to write it but if someone wanted to i would do it in a fucking heartbeat because like? the vision is not human and therefore only questionably a creation of God because...tony I HAVE SOME QUESTIONS IS THE POINT HERE and CHRIST do i have a lot of feelings about wanda and pietro as people who have clung to this tiny thing who have held on to this tiny scrap of their faith and their SELVES with all the ferocity of starving dogs vision comes to light the candles with her all eight nights pietro wakes up on the last night just in time to watch her pray probably because i'm weak for that shit and wanda cries when a rabbi welcomes her into his synagogue with full knowledge of who she is and what she's done ANYDAMNWAY wanda and pietro and vision are all observant jews you can fucking meet me in the pit tony was raised jewish and then had a massive crisis of faith and now he's an agnostic who likes to pretend he's an atheist i go back and forth on bucky between him being a lapsed catholic and an observant jew and i like them both for different reasons JANE FOSTER IS JEWISH THOUGH AND I'LL FUCKING DECK YOU IF YOU QUESTION ME anyway happy hanukkah ya filthy animals (also that's a home alone reference and i should rewatch that movie cause it's been YEARS)