Wow, so after my Birdy and the Spider fanfic ended, here I am now with another one. Kind of...
But I'm having a hard time juggling the ask Avengers thing too, so I promise I will make a new fanfic ASAP.
:) Disclaimer: Roses are red, here's something new, violets are violet, not fricking blue! Oh yeah, and I don't own Marvel.
Fe equals Ferrum, which equals Iron, so technically... I forgot what I was going to say.
Tony: Hurrah, I make more appearences in this. About time I got some well-deserved recognition.
Clint: Are you kidding me? This is a shared fanfic.
Tony: Fine. Clint and Natasha sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
Clint: G-O-T-O-H-E-L-L.
Tony: W-H-Y-D-O-N-T-Y-O-U?
Clint: C-A-U-S-E-I-A-M-N-O-T-D-U-M-B.
Tony: Are too!
Clint: Am not!
Tony: Are too too too!
Clint: Am not not not not not!
Tony: Are too too too too too too!
Clint: HAH, YOU SOUND LIKE A TRAIN!
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An Avengers Christmas
"Pepper! I can't find my cufflinks-you know, the organizing technology ones I designed myself?"
Nothing answered Tony Stark, and he crossed his arms, glancing around his empty room. Sunlight was filtered through his light curtains, mixing the beautiful yellow with the light blue glowing from the hole cut in his t-shirt.
"Pepper?" He called, quieter this time, as if she was in the bathroom.
Still nothing answered him. "Ms. Potts, where are you?" Tony shuffled over to the bathroom and looked inside, but there was no sign of his organized red-headed girlfriend. "Pepper?"
"In the office," He heard her reasurring voice and relaxed. Scooping up the parcel on his desk with one hand, he made his way to her clean and neat white office, and sat down in the swivel chair in front of her.
She raised her eyebrow lethargically at him, but made no move to usher him out of the room. Pepper shuffled through her papers and placed them in one neat pile at the corner of her big desk.
"Can I help you, Mr. Stark?" She asked professionally, clasping her hands together on the desk.
Tony took her hands and put on his best poker face. "You know I hate it when you call me that."
Pepper rolled her eyes in the direction of the door, and then repeated, "Can I help you?"
"Yes," Tony picked the parcel off of the floor and dropped it onto her desk with a satisfying thud. "It's Christmas, CEO Potts!" He grinned and pushed the parcel slightly closer to her face.
She was tired and bags sunk into her eyes. Her bun was not as neat as it usually was, and she looked anything but like she was enjoying his company.
"Thank you." She managed and picked the parcel off her desk, pushing it underneath it, hiding it from both their views.
Tony's smile melted. "Well, it's Christmas Eve tomorrow actually, but it's still festive!"
"Sure." Pepper had already turned back to her computer and was typing something down. Without looking up, she added, "Now if you don't mind, I need you to leave."
He forced the most hurt face on, and whimpered, "If it pleases you." And he started trudging slowly out of the room, shoulders down and hunching over.
He heard her sigh, and then Pepper called to him, "Fine. Tony, what do you want?"
The alter-ego of Iron Man quickly whirled around and ran back to her desk, smile back on his face. "Oh good, I thought you were actually going to make me leave."
Pepper rubbed her temples tiredly. "Just tell me what you want."
"Okay, so we have that charity party tomorrow night, and I still need to get the Christmas tree, the gifts for the Avengers, and-"
His assistant quickly held out a palm and looked up, eyes narrowing in confusion. Pepper lowered her voice dramatically. "Tony, what party?" She started leafing through her organizer. As she reached December 24th, her eyes went hollow. "Tony, why would you add that and not tell me!" Pepper jabbed at the little note that was clearly written in Tony's handwriting, reading Charity party, presents for the Avengers (yes, even Legolas)
"Uh... Captain Hook is sending the Christmas cards?" Tony tried to cover up his mistake, because if there was anything he was scared of-and he was not scared of anything-it would be Pepper when she was mad at him.
Pepper placed her head in her hands and sighed frustratedly. "So you knew about this a long time ago but you just decided to tell me now so we could rush everything?"
"... I guess?"
"Okay. I guess tomorrow we can buy all your stuff for your party." She indicated towards the door and made Tony leave.
Despite her forcing him out of the room, Tony felt like he had just won this raging battle, but the aftermath had just begun.
He slept blissfully that night, and Pepper wished she could do the same. She sat up all night, trying to space out her schedule so she would be able to do all this stuff that Tony had not told her about.
She just hoped her schedule wouldn't collapse.
Sweat brimmed on his arms and his forehead. He thrashed wildly and screamed, watching the blood pool on the floor.
Nat...
NAT!
"Nat!" Clint jerked up, the blanket falling off of him.
Natasha sat up beside him quickly, and faced him. "I'm here, I'm here," She comforted, and they both lay back down.
Clint shuddered uncomfortably and stared up at the ceiling. He was panting, but she was here, she wasn't lying on the floor like in his nightmare.
His girlfriend gently kissed his cheek and got out of bed, glancing at the clock. "Come on," she urged, "It's late. We should get out of bed."
"Nat... What day is it?" He winced as she pulled open the curtains and bright light pooled into the room. Clint had a feeling that it was a special day today, not just your run of the mill Sunday.
"Christmas Eve," she answered without looking away from the window. Her oversized t-shirt hung down to her thighs and she smoothed down her messy red hair, the white light making her porcelain face more pale than usual.
Clint swore mentally. He had put it in the back of his mind to get her a present by today, but it totally slipped his mind. Christmas was not a time of rest and festivities for the Avengers, contrary to popular belief, because a lot of people who were bored decided to rob banks or kill people, because it was Christmas.
Despite her puffy eyes from sleep and her bruises that peppered her legs and arms, Natasha was still the most beautiful woman Clint had ever laid his eyes on. He slipped out of bed and joined her at the window, one arm around her and they gazed out the window together, enjoying the view from Stark Tower of New York.
He kissed her hair, and left the window, pulling his t-shirt on. "Hang on, the charity thing that Stark organized is today, right?"
"Yup." Natasha turned to look at him. "You know, I never really celebrated Christmas before."
"Really?" He was astonished, he used to but it was hard to remember. All he could remember was once he got a toy car and his ass of a brother smashed it. "That stinks!"
"Well I didn't know what I was missing out on," she informed him, "So I didn't really suffer."
Clint made an O with his lips and threw one of her blouses and her pants over to her. "Come on then, we have to get presents for the others." And for her, he thought as she walked out of the windows' view to change.
Natasha sighed, and ruffled his hair gently like a mother. "I'll take your word for it," she answered, "Presents make it an awesome holiday."
Bruce and Steve had been engaging in a long educated conversation.
From Clint's point of view, educated meant boring.
Natasha and him joined Pepper, Tony, Steve, Bruce and Thor in the kitchen, and both sat down at the table beside each other.
"Merry Christmas Eve," Clint chided lightly, trying to sound extremely at ease and joyful. He was wrung out about not getting a present for Natasha, but he couldn't let her know.
"I wish you the most happiest and most joyful day of the celebration of the eve of Christmas!" Thor added joyfully, and continued drinking from his mug.
Clint turned to Tony, who was grinning slyly from behind the counter. That's not coffee, is it? He mouthed and jerked his head towards Thor.
Tony shook his head and pointed to the can of cocoa mix on the counter, allowing Clint to relax his tense shoulders.
"Happy Christmas Eve!" Pepper added wistfully, as if she too were hung up about something to be extremely joyful. She put bacon on a plate and handed it to Clint, who accepted it eagerly.
"Wow," Steve chimed in, "Christmas hasn't developed much. So what did you guys get for each other?" He asked curiously, rubbing his hands together.
"I..." Tony licked his lips quickly and turned back to his plate of food. "Not telling."
Steve put a fake frown on his face but waited patiently for his own plate of food. "Thank you very much."
As everyone recieved their food and dug into the delicious meal Pepper had cooked for them, they started running over the plans each of them had for today.
"Okay, so Tony and I have to get the Christmas tree and the decorations up, we have to get the whole charity ball that we're hosting here organized, so basically we won't be here for the majority of the day, but I'd like it if everybody arrived here at a certain time so we could decorate the tree and get prepared for the ball." Pepper shuffled her messy organizer and ran her fingers through her hair. "Okay?"
Everyone nodded and started stating their plans, slow enough so Pepper could scrawl down some stuff, but fast enough so that by the time they finished, they would actually be able to do what they had set their minds to.
Clint was first on informing Pepper. "Okay, so Nat and I are heading out to do some shopping, so I guess we can be here back on time."
"Could you pick up some Christmas-y food?" Pepper asked, and Clint shrugged in agreement. "Great, thanks."
Bruce was next, and he had simple plans. "I was thinking about picking up some Christmas decorations; poinsettia, holly, mistletoe, garlands, wreaths, etc." No one knew what to think about the scientist who could turn into a green rage monster picking up decorations for Christmas, so no one dared to question it.
"Great, so we got decorations and food covered." Pepper crossed something off of her organizer. "Now, Steve and Thor, what do you think you guys are going to be doing?"
"I'll take Steve and Thor," Bruce added hastily, seeing as the two other couples probably wanted to be alone, "I mean, Steve can tell me what they used to do for Christmas and we can help Thor celebrate it."
Everyone accepted these plans and with that, each headed off in a different direction.
This was going to be a Christmas to remember.
If you guys didn't like it, I'll start a new one. I've got a lot of ideas. :)
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