Week three of the Christmas theme!

Summary: How you spend Christmas Eve.

QOTP: How do you spend Christmas Eve?

Word Count: 1924

Bruce -
The entire day, you were practically jumping up and down with excitement.

"CHRISTMAS IS TOMORROW!"

"I know, Y/N."

"You should put on some red shorts and turn into the other guy, and then you'd be Christmas colors-"

"Uh huh."

He's in the lab, and you're sitting with him, so excited about Christmas that you can barely stand it. He sighs. "Y/N, sweetheart, I love you. I really do. But if you're gonna be in here, you gotta calm down. Or at least help me."

You smile and nod, ready to get science-y.

And that's what you did all day.

"What is this for?" you ask.

He's very concentrated on measuring something. "Top secret."

"That's dumb."

"That's how it is, dear."

There's a pause, he finishes measuring, and you grin. "Do you know what it is, Bruce?"

"What?" he asks, grabbing some equipment.

"IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS."

Bucky -
"JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES, GET YOUR ICY BUTT IN THIS LIVING ROOM STAT!"

He calmly walks in, clad in his pajamas, and sighs. "Where's the bug that I need to 'kill with fire'?"

"Nowhere. You, sir, are going to watch Christmas movies with me."

"I don't get a choice?"

"No. You have a lot of catching up to do."

You sit down on the couch, two mugs of hot chocolate already on the coffee table. He sits down next to you. "What're we watching?"

"Elf."

About thirty minutes into it, he declares it his favorite Christmas movie ever made. And so begins your Christmas Eve tradition.

Clint -
You spend Christmas Eve on the farm. That morning, you slept in and ate some pancakes, then ventured outside, built a snowman, and had quite the snowball war. Now, you're back inside, cuddling by the fireplace, silently observing your well-decorated Christmas tree and okay-ishly wrapped presents under it.

"Merry Christmas," Clint whispers.

You smile, then kiss his cheek. "Merry Christmas."

Loki -
"I don't understand," he says. You've been trying to teach him about Christmas and - better yet - get him in the Christmas spirit.

"Okay, so, we celebrate Christmas as Jesus's birthday even though He wasn't actually born today."

"Then why not celebrate it when He was actually born?"

"I don't know. Anyway, some guy started giving people presents on Christmas - I think - and he looked like what Santa Claus looks like now, so now that's a thing because Coca-Cola. I think."

"So... everybody else gets presents on Jesus's birthday from a fat man in a red suit because of Coca-Cola?"

"Basically. Oh, and also because presents are fun."

He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering something along the lines of, "Midgard is so weird."

You ignore this. "Now, traditionally, we have to go drink hot chocolate and watch a Christmas movie."

"Why?" he asks incredulously.

You grab his hand and start pulling him towards the kitchen. "Because I said so."

"Well, I can't argue with that, can I?"

Peter Parker -
Peter, ever the nerdiest of nerds, texts you and asks you to come over. Of course, you do, and you're greeted by a pajama-clad Peter Parker brandishing a red light saber. He presses a button on it and it lights up with a futuristic whoosh.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

He lets you in, closes the door, runs to his room, and comes back with a green light saber. "I challenge you to a battle."

You laugh and take the green one, then decide the red one looks cooler. "I want the red one."

"But I'm Spider-Man. Red's my color."

"... Please."

"Fine."

You switch light sabers and stare each other down like it's a Western duel. It's a surprisingly tense moment. He smirks at you. You smirk back. "Join the Dark Side, Parker."

"Never!"

He swings the saber down and you meet it with yours, starting an intense battle. You're running all over the living room, standing on the couch, throwing pillows.

You swing at Peter and miss him by mere inches. "This isn't fair! You have spider powers!"

"I can't help it!"

You hold out a hand like you're pushing him, but he's a few feet away from you. He laughs. "What are you doing?"

"I'm using the Force to knock you over!"

He dramatically falls back onto the couch and you run over and "decapitate" him with your light saber. "I win!"

He does a horrible job of playing dead and jumps up, grabbing you around the waist and throwing you onto the couch. "Rematch!"

Peter Quill -
Christmas in space.

Not as cool as it seems.

You spend the day decorating the ship with what you already have, so it's not exactly the best, but... it works.

Then, Peter turns on some Christmas music and you try to slow dance to it, but you end up laughing at each other because you're bad at it and Peter can't be serious for more than two seconds.

After about twenty minutes, you decide to take a break and cuddle on the couch, Christmas music still playing in the background.

He kisses your forehead. "Merry Christmas, Y/N."

Pietro -
Your equal levels of excitement were starting to make the rest of the Avengers - minus Thor - ready to kill the both of you.

Pierto, somehow, was speeding around faster, hastily putting up decorations all around the tower. You were constantly wearing ugly Christmas sweaters, making everyone watch Christmas movies, and leaving candy canes everywhere in order to "spread Christmas cheer".

Clint walks over to Natasha, covered in tinsel. "They really are made for each other, aren't they?" he deadpans.

Natasha laughs. "I guess they are."

Suddenly, you appear behind them, holding mistletoe above their heads.

Sam -
It's a slow day. He did some training, you wrapped some presents at the last minute. When he was done, he came back home and took a shower while you prepared your yearly Christmas Movie Night.

You're microwaving a mug in the kitchen when Sam walks in, now wearing pajamas.

"What are you doing?" he asks, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

The microwave beeps and you pull out your mug. "Making hot chocolate."

"You don't need to do that; I'm right here."

Scott -
Scott and you spend Christmas Eve cuddling on his couch and drinking hot chocolate, talking about anything and everything.

"Can you, like, control ants?" you question.

He laughs. "Yeah, I can."

"DUDE. THAT'S AWESOME."

"I KNOW."

"YOU COULD MAKE LIKE A GIANT ANT WITH A BUNCH OF TINY ANTS. A GI-ANT."

"THAT'D BE SO COOL."

It's silent for a minute while you both sip your hot chocolate.

"Do you think they have Christmas in space?" you ask.

He chuckles, setting his mug back on the coffee table. "I don't know. Maybe they have other holidays. Like... Killhumansmas."

You snort at that, causing him to laugh. He kisses your forehead, takes a sip of his hot chocolate, and cuddles closer to you.

"Man, I love you."

"I didn't know you were gay."

Steve -
Steve always loved the holidays when he was a kid. The excitement in the air, the act of giving, even if you didn't have much to give. The atmosphere was always his favorite.

But now he really wants Christmas to be over.

See, the thing is, you haven't shut up about Christmas since November. And throughout the holiday season, you have had so much sugar that you're constantly bouncing off the walls.

He loves you, don't get me wrong.

But you're up here and you need to be down here.

"Steve, it's Christmas Eve!"

"I kno-"

"Hey, that rhymed! Isn't that great?!"

"It's wonderful, Y/N."

And then you burst into song, and Steve's not even sure what it's called; he thinks you may be mixing two different Christmas carols and Toxic by Britney Spears.

How?

The world may never know.

... But it makes him smile.

Stephen -
"Y/N, I love you, but we have watched The Nightmare Before Christmas ten times already - and that doesn't include all the times you made me watch it during Halloween," Stephen says.

You sigh, "Alright, alright. But it's Christmas Eve, and we can't not watch a movie."

For a moment, he thinks: What Christmas movie could you watch together that won't make him want to fight Kaecilius all over again?

Finally, he decides on Home Alone.

Halfway through the movie, you fall asleep. Stephen, when he notices this, quietly turns the movie off, kisses your forehead, and drifts off to sleep, barely ready for your impossibly high excitement levels the next morning.

T'Challa -
You spend Christmas Eve at your place, much to the dismay of certain officials in Wakanda.

He isn't particularly excited about Christmas, but you're bouncing off the walls.

"Christmas is tomorrow!"

"Uh huh."

"Santa's coming tomorrow!"

He gives you a look. "Y/N... Santa isn't real."

"If alien robots and Norse gods are real in this universe, is it really a stretch to assume Santa is real?" you question.

"...Yes."

"Oh, come on! You know, what? Fine. I'll prove it."

He patiently waits for you to do so. Instead, you gather every blanket and pillow in your house and throw them on the floor.

"What are you doing?" he asks suspiciously.

You put your hands on your hips. "We are going to make a pillow fort and stay in there all night to wait for Santa. And then you will see him. And then you will apologize because I am right."

He laughs and shakes his head, then goes to help you with the pillow fort, which he has no clue how to build; he's never done something like this before.

Once it's finished, you crawl inside, him crawling in behind you. Then, you grab his arm, wrap it around your shoulders, and lay your head on his chest.

You fall asleep before you can resolve the argument.

Thor -
It's Thor's first Christmas.

And he is excited.

"I have eaten so many candy canes!" he shouts. "And look at all of these colors! And these wholesome movies on the TV! And all this snow! And the little man-shape cookies living in their cookie house! I love Christmas!"

You laugh. "I know, Thor. That's all you've been talking about for weeks."

"And the presents!" he continues. "Tomorrow, all of my friends from work will give me a present, and I will give them a present. Isn't that wonderful?!"

"Uh-huh."

"And I have a present for you, too."

"Do you, now?"

"Yes, but I cannot tell you what it is. You have to be patient - that's how it works."

"Okay, Thor."

And he runs off to spread his overly-aggressive Christmas cheer.

Tony -
Tony is in the lab when you discover a giant teddy bear in one of the various living rooms in the tower. Immediately, you run and find Tony.

"TONY THERE'S A GIANT TEDDY BEAR IN THAT ONE LIVING ROOM YOU NEVER GO IN BECAUSE THOR GOT COFFEE ON THE CARPET!"

He pales, unbeknownst to you, then turns, smiling. "Oh, that's for... Peter."

"Peter?"

"Yeah, little Peter Parker? Spider-boy? Wait, no - Spider-man?"

"You got him a giant teddy bear...?"

"Yeah! Teenagers love that sort of stuff."

"Okay..." you shrug and run out, off the find another interesting room to not be bored in. Once you're gone, Tony sighs in relief, then straightens.

"I didn't get Parker a present."