The sky was getting abnormally dark outside on this cold winter day. Wanda Maximoff could clearly see this from her bedroom window, and she was a tad bit worried. It was a Wednesday morning, about 10:00, and she should have been at school. She would have been at school if it weren't for that blasted cold. But no matter, in a day or two she would be fine and dandy and she could get on with her normal-ish day.

She wasn't the only one in the brotherhood house that day, much to her disdain. Not that she disliked John, the only brotherhood member out of school, but he was not someone you would enjoy over if you were in bed with the sniffles.

She flipped over on her side and tried to doze again; hoping that more sleep would somehow equal faster healing time. However, her sleep was short lived, for no sooner had she gone off to dream land than a certain pyromaniac burst into the room…

"SHEILA, LOOK OUTSIDE! Isn't it a beaut? Never had any of this back home, no siree…"

Once again, if this were a normal day she would have possibly been amused by this certain pyromaniacs little antics, but this was not a normal day. Turning slightly she saw a flurry of snow coming down, a mini-blizzard if you would. The allegedly crazy Aussie had his head half out the window, letting cold air drift over to the scarlet witch, even though she was on the other side of the room.

"JOHN! I gots a code."

"A code luv? Why, what code could that possible be."

She saw the humor in his eyes and, very unhappily, thought it a tad cute. However this abnormal day did not allow such "cutesiness" to get in the way of her sleep.

"John, I'll fubbing keel you…"

"Well I got that code Sheila, loud and clear. I'll just leave you to your peace…"

He tip-toed out of the room, closing the door gently.

'Well, finally I can get some re-'

"WANDA LUV! You'll never believe how deep this patch is getting! It's got to be three inches already and not letting-"

"John, what did I tell you?"

"Oi got it, oi got it… But it's so pretty…"

"I sure it is John, now get out…"

"Whatever you wish, your majesty…"

She sighed and pulled her blanket up, for of all days that did not fall in the "normal" category, John had chosen this one to open the window to allow the cold wind in. In, of course, the only building in town without proper heating and in, of course, the only room that had an ailing woman in it. She began to shiver on her bed, the only bed in the house, with such weak legs that it would wobble with the slightest movement. She started to growl.

"Wanda darling, I heard your growl from all the way across the hall and decided to come dashing over incase there was something horribly wrong."

She sighed. She had to admit, at least this time it wasn't some sort of selfish barging-in-of-her-privacy.

"John, I'm just code…" She said, barely holding back a sniffle.

"Why, is that all luv? Why didn't you say so!"

As she was about to turn over on her weird bed on this freaky day with the abnormal pyromaniac in the room she felt an extreme pressure on top of her.

"PYRO! What the-"

"Oh, chill luv, just trying to keep you warm…"

And so she felt part of her blankets ripped from her right side and a young man climb in, giving her a giant bear hug.

"John, what do-"

"Darling, the best way to keep warm is with the heat of another mammal, and unless you have a puppy hiding around here that I don't know about I'm your best shot…"

She sighed. That was all she could do right now, for she was utterly out of energy. And so she started dozing off, with a cuddly pyromaniac and a white-frosted window.

Maybe she could get used to this…

Fin

(Sorry for out of character-ness, I was trying to portray her with a cold and obviously, I'm not very good at it. Shortest time writing a fanfic 42 minuites)