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Peter hummed the little einsteins theme song (he could thank Ned for that, who spammed him with memes and internet videos at 2am) as he dumped candy canes into a massive bowl, which they were planning on putting on the steps of the tower with a sign that said 'free candy canes' on it. 

He held the bowl in his hands then skipped outside, towards the steps, which was a big mistake. 

The ground was more slippery than the soapy waterslide him and Ned had made back in the summer at Ned's house, and in seconds the ground had disappeared from beneath him and the steps were a bumpy ride down to the snowy footpath at the bottom of the stairs. 

Peter groaned when he hit the snow, rubbing his backside with his cold, bare hand, regretting not bothering to wear a coat. A couple of people were giggling at this point, and Peter offered each of them a candy cane. Some of them took one, including an adorable four year old girl wearing a large, puffy pink skirt, gum boots and a massive black coat, which she unzipped to show over ten oranges. She even gave one to Peter. 

Peter placed the bowl and sign on the steps and clutched the ice cold handrail to help himself up the slippery steps, sighing in relief when he felt the wave of warmth wash over him when he entered the tower. Peter got into the elevator and waited for it to go up, mouthing along to the words of the music in the elevator. 

Friday normally played the preferred music of whoever was in the elevator. If there was more than one person in the elevator, then it would be the music in their playlist's that are the most similar. 

The doors opened and Peter walked into the lounge, still humming, but stopped dead at the sight. 

Vision was wearing a pink frilly apron that said 'kiss the cook' on it, and held a tray of mank looking biscuits, held in his pink oven mitts. 

Behind him, Sam was dry heaving, Tony was skulling a cup of water, Wanda was pressing her lips together, eyes watering, Natasha was sitting on the couch, trying to remain passive but hands lingering close to her stomach, Clint was taking deep breaths and closing his eyes, Bucky was curled into a ball, and Steve was unnaturally pale. Bruce was just leaving the room when Peter came in, heading into the direction of the bathroom, hands lingering close to his bottom. Thor had a hand over his mouth, staring into the floor with glassy eyes. Pepper was biting into a sandwich, glass of water in her mouth, then shaking her head and spitting it out. 

Peter, with his enhanced hearing, heard exactly what she said; 

"Nope, doesn't help... mixing with the taste, no... no." 

Vision, following the gaze of the others, turned around. "Ah! Peter, I saved you some, would you like to try my biscuits?" 

Behind him, everyone was desperately shaking their heads, well, those who trusted themselves not to puke everywhere. 

"Uh, actually I ate kinda recently, I'm not really hungry, thanks anyway." Peter said nervously, already feeling the sweat begin to accumulate around his neck. 

Vision looked downcast, facial expression dropping. "Oh, okay." 

A pang of guilt shot across Peter's chest, and he immediately felt bad. "But, uh, I could try half?" 

Everyone looked at him incredulously, except for Vision, looking delighted. 

"Great! Here you go." Vision tore one of them in half, exposing a black, sticky, tar like substance inside. 

Peter smiled, but it looked more like a grimace as he took it with three fingers, swallowing down bile as he caught a whiff of whatever was inside it. 

Vision was still watching him expectantly, so Peter slowly lifted it to his mouth and took the smallest bite possible, keeping his tongue away from his teeth in an attempt to not taste it. 

Alas, his pleas were not heard, for the taste of hell was tasted upon his poor, once useful tongue. 

Peter tried not to spit it out, he really did, grinning at Vision with eyes filled with tears, mouth holding the foul food as far away from his tongue as possible. But the longer he kept it in there, the worse it began to taste. 

Vision, who was satisfied with him trying it, turned away to put the tray aside, giving Peter the perfect chance to spit it out. 

The poor pot plant never stood a chance. 

"I'm uh, really thirsty!" Peter exclaimed, slipping into the kitchen after discretely dropping the rest of the biscuit into the bin. He poured himself a glass, skulled it, then refilled it again and drank the rest. Within seconds, everyone else in the room were pouring themselves glasses, though it really didn't help. 

After everyone had recovered (which admittedly, took about an hour) Peter was about to head to his room to play a video game, when Tony pulled out a cd, christmas written on it in a permanent marker. 

"Look what Aunt May gave me?" He said, raising a teasing eyebrow at Peter. 

"Oh," Peter said, paling. "Oh no." 

"Oh yes." Tony said, about to put it into the DVD player. Peter lunged for him, trying to stop him. 

"Please don't! No!" But it was too late, for the cd was in and Steve and Bucky had wrapped their arms around Peter from either side, stopping him from running and pulling it out. 

It began, and Peter shrunk down, hands over his face as everyone sat on the couch to watch it. 

"Good morning Peter!" It seemed to be Aunt May, behind the camera, sitting in bed. Her voice was tired and croaky, like she had just woken up. On the bed was Peter, looking overexcited in his Avengers pyjamas. 

"Morning Aunt May, Uncle Ben! Look what Santa left in my stocking!" Peter said excitedly, emptying his stocking onto the bed. Peter's small, six year old fingers sorted the things and held them up to show his aunt and uncle. Ben had been shown by the camera at this point, waving at the camera with a smile. 

"There's a captain america figurine, and-and- a toothbrush, and an orange, bubbles, play dough, and- and I got a mars bar!" Six year old Peter held up each item in turn, extremely excited as he showed it to Ben and May. 

"Are you going to share that mars bar?" Ben asked teasingly, and Peter's face fell slightly.

"Okay," he said, opening the packet. 

"Aw Pete, it's okay, you don't need to share, Uncle Ben and I have our own." May said, the smile on her face heard through her voice. 

Peter looked up at them with his big, wide brown innocent eyes. "Are you sure?" 

"Yes. Eat it up, then we can go see what Santa left beneath the tree." Suddenly remembering all the presents, Peter gobbled up the mars bar, then scrambled off the bed so fast his foot got entangled in the blankets and he fell off, bringing the blanket down with him. 

Tony snorted. 

The video ended, then the next one came on; Peter gasping as he stood on his tippee toes, looking at the empty plate, where there was several crumbs from biscuits, as well as the stalks of carrots, and a glass with the remnants of milk sitting in the bottom. 

"Santa and the reindeers ate the food!" Peter gasped, looking up at May and the camera with glee. 

"Sure did kiddo," Ben said from the kitchen, pouring out coffees for him and May. "Choose one present and sit on the couch." 

Peter ran over to the small, plastic christmas tree by the couch, covered in homemade ornaments and cheap plastic ornaments and too much tinsel. There was also a couple of candy canes, and a half eaten candy cane. On the top was a hand made angel with a crayon face. 

Underneath the tree lay a small pile of presents, all neatly wrapped, except for two which were wrapped in paper with finger prints in various colours. 

Peter picked out one present, the biggest beneath the tree, and waited on the couch with swinging legs, buzzing with excitement. 

"Alright, hold it up!" Ben told him, holding a camera. Peter held the present above his head with a massive grin, his small, baby teeth glinting in the dim light. 

"Okay, open it!" 

Peter tore the paper with no hesitation, eyes nearly popping out of his head when he saw what it was-

"An ironman onesie!" Peter gasped, holding it up. "Fanks Santa!" 

Fifteen year old Peter, watching the video, groaned loudly as several people awed. 

The video cut to Peter running around the house in his ironman onesie, holding one hand up and making a 'vwarrrrrr' sound. 

"I, am ironman." Peter said in a deep voice, looking directly into the camera May was filming with. May laughed loudly behind it, shaking the camera slightly. 

"Are you going to open the other presents Peter?" Ben asked, sipping his coffee. He had already snapped a picture, evidently. 

Peter seemed to suddenly remember the other presents beneath the tree, running over and grabbing one of them. He looked at Aunt May and Uncle Ben for permission, then tore the wrapping paper once more. 

Inside was a lego set, which Peter gasped about and went on a long rant before putting it down and going to the next one. 

It didn't take long to go through all the presents, for Peter didn't get many, since May and Ben couldn't afford much. But he loved what he did get, and didn't question the amount in anyway. What he did question, was why Aunt May and Uncle Ben didn't get any presents from Santa. 

"Santa only gives presents to children," May explained. "We don't need anything, don't worry." She pressed a kiss against Peter's forehead. 

Peter just frowned, thinking. "Do you want the presents I made you then?" 

Aunt May smiled. "Of course." 

The grin returned to Peter's face and he ran over to the tree and handed a present each to Aunt May and Uncle Ben, smiling at them hopefully. 

May handed the camera to Ben, who made a face at it, then focused it on May, who carefully opened the paper, making sure not to tear the paper her nephew had decorated for her. 

Inside was a jar of bath salts, which was obviously made at school, with a label on it that said; 

'Merry christmas from Peter' but the Peter was written in big, childish, texta, obviously by Peter. 

"Aw, thank you Peter." May hugged Peter tightly, who hugged her back with a big smile. 

"Do you like it?" 

"I love it, thank you so much." May didn't tell him that they didn't have a bath. 

Ben handed the camera back, and May filmed Ben as he opened his, revealing a small wooden tool box hardly big enough to fit one tool in it. There was paint on it, for Peter had obviously painted it for him. 

"Thanks Peter," Ben told him, tackling him into a hug and tickling him. Peter giggled, squirming in his grip. 

"Wait! I still have a card!" Peter gasped, and Ben let him go, allowing him to run over to the tree and dig through the wrapping paper, pulling out a large card. He ran back over to his aunt and uncle and squished himself between them, shown as May placed the camera on the table in front of them, facing them. 

He handed it to Uncle Ben, who wrapped a hand around his shoulder and held Aunt May's hand. He tore open the envelope and unfolded the card, reading aloud. 

"Dear Aunt May and Uncle Ben, merry christmas, I love you more than the moon and also lego. Love from Peter. Aw, thank you." 

"Wait! I put money in there- look." 

Ben dug through the envelope and pulled out a small five cent coin. 

"Thank you Peter." 

The video clip ended and went to Peter and Uncle Ben working on Peter's lego set, though the video quickly ended as the smoke alarm went off, May's 'bollocks' heard through the video as she ended it, running towards the kitchen in the process.

The next video was of Peter tearing apart a slice of charred meat with his teeth, May laughing beside him, knife and fork in her hands. 

"Peter, why don't we cut that up?" Ben asked from behind the camera. 

"No. It was asking for it! I am ironman!"

"Peter I'm pretty sure ironman doesn't eat like that." 

Peter didn't answer, for the chair started tilting backwards and the camera caught the pure terror on his face before the video ended. 

In the next clip, the room was dark and there was a traditional christmas pudding on fire, Peter's face, bandaid on the forehead and a couple of dried tears still glinting on his cheeks, was inches away, staring at the pudding like it was a mutant alien from a far off country. 

May was giggling beside him again, and soon enough the fire ran out of fuel and flickered out. Ben clicked the lighter again anyway, checking to see if there was any remnants of alcohol on it, for they didn't want to accidentally give Peter alcohol poisoning. 

The last clip was Peter asleep on the floor surrounded by lego, snoring slightly in his ironman onesie. There was also several avengers figurines, including his new captain America one, and three ironman ones. Judging by the destruction of the lego building, and the giant blue teddy bear with an eye patch, it was easy to see what he had been playing. 

Ben slowly lifted Peter up, his head lolling against Ben's shoulder sleepily, small hands clutching his shirt. Ben pressed a finger to his lips and carried Peter out of the room, ending the video. 

All the Avengers turned and looked at Peter, most of them smirking. Peter closed the fingers on his face that had allowed him to secretly watch the video. 

"You were a cute kid." Tony commented, breaking the silence. 

"Oh shut up," Peter snapped, face flushing pink again. 

Bucky laughed, ruffling his hair, then stood up. "I'm going to go make some biscuits. If you're like that every christmas Peter, then it might just be my favourite holiday." 

"Shut up Bucky!" Peter said half heartedly, chucking a cushion at him over his shoulder without looking. 

"You liked ironman?" Natasha asked, a smirk on her face. 

Peter groaned and rolled over, falling off the couch. "Not you too!" He said, then sat up, face pink as he glowered at all the avengers. 

"No comments on this! I was six, you can't blame me." 

"Of course not," Tony said, though his tone said otherwise. "We won't say anything about your adorable little smile, or how much of a fan you were of me or the avengers, or how you fell asleep on the floor, or were fascinated by the fire-" 

The slamming of a door cut him off, and everyone turned and glared at him. 

"What? Just a little fatherly teasing, that's all." Tony said, lifting his arms in defence. His grin disappeared when a piece of raw cookie dough hit the back of his neck. 

"Oh? Is that how you wanna play, huh Barnes? Is that how you wanna play?" Tony wiped the dough off his neck and turned around, ready to peg it at him. 

"Tony NO-!" 

A/N Ok so I know absolutely nothing about Christmas traditions in america so I just did what I do, excluding going to the beach and seeing like 60 family members in the same place (more than half of which I don't know the names of) or playing cricket and having a MASSIVE lunch (60 people bring a lot of food i guess) and all the other things we do. Oh, and having my dad run up and down the beach in a Santa suit and scattering lollies. That's always fun, I like to steal the bag of lollies a lot, and one time he tripped and we caught it on camera. Fun. 

What sort of things do you do at christmas? Can you do much in the snow? (If you live in a place where it snows) also is snow as cold as I think it is? 

Happy reading

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