Tony stood staring out the window. It was snowing. His mother loved snow. He would come home from boarding school every Christmas to find his mother waiting at the airport, wearing her light-brown coat, with Jarvis and Peggy by her side.
It didn't matter how old he got he always ran into her arms because he would miss her and the phone calls didn't last long enough. So he held on tight to her warmth as she ran her fingers though his hair and kissed his forehead. Then with her arm around him they would go to their favorite place; a little pizza shop, that probably closed down by now. They would order a giant pizza, pepperoni, vegetarian, cheese, chicken, Hawaii and enjoy the moment.
Tony would tell them about school, while Peggy and Jarvis would him about their adventures. It was wonderful, but what Tony always looked forward to the most was when they all went home. Around 3am Tony would sneak downstairs to find his mom seated on the porch. He would grab a blanket and cuddle up to her. He would lay his head on her shoulder and she would hold his hands and they would chat. Sometimes, it would snow or they would build snowmen or have snow ball fights.
Tony missed those moments. Tony missed his mom. He wanted to go back. He wanted to go back to the time when his mom was telling him how proud she was. He wanted to go back to the time when his mom would say "I love you, Tiny Star".
Suddenly, he felt a tab on his shoulder. He spun around thinking it was his mom only to be met with Natasha's worried face, "Are you okay?"
He didn't know how to answer. He looked over her shoulder to see the rest of the team looking at him. Some looked worried, other's looked annoyed.
He felt tired; with the best fake smile he could muster he said "I'm okay" and before she could call him out on it, he practically ran past her. He needed his mom. He wanted mom.
"Just lost in December"