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Jingle Bell Rock is on full blast, the tree is decorated, lights are strung up along ever wall and over the doorways.

"It looks like Christmas threw up," Clint comments, sipping on eggnog from a cup that says santa's favorite elf in bright red litters. "I like it."

"Of course you do," Natasha says from the couch, flipping through a book with her own cup of eggnog. "Your sweater is hideous, by the way."

You gasp, head shooting up from Tony's shoulder. "I thought we established that mine was the ugliest!"

Clint snorts, plopping down next to Natasha with a grin. "In your dreams, (Y/n)."

"Fight me, Clint," You growl, rising from your seat, but Tony snags your wrist and pulls you on to his lap. He secures his arms around your waist, preventing you from standing. "Tony, come on."

"Nope," He shakes his head, sharp eyes finding Clint's. "I'll take away your eggnog."

Clint flops back on the couch dramatically, holding up his cup. "May be meet again, my sweet, sweet love-"

Natasha reaches up, tips back the cup, and the remaining drink splatters all over Clint's face and sweater. "Gah!"

"I guess my sweaters the ugliest now," You say smugly.