Hey guys! So we're going to try this again- this is the reboot of something we tried to do last year called "Superfamily Christmas Countdown." Hopefully we'll finish it this year... Either way, we're going to write one superfamily christmas prompt every day until Christmas. Review if you like it (or even if you don't)! Thanks :)

Prompt: Advent Calendar

A cool gust of early winter air blew out of the elevator and into Stark tower. The unexpected breeze made its way into the living room, which made Peter look up from where he was coloring in a Christmas tree picture. A wide, toothy smile spread across his young face. Steve Rogers walked into the room, bundled against the cold and carrying grocery bags in both arms. Before he had time to react, Peter had launched himself across the room towards his Pops, who laughed at his son's enthusiastic welcome. No matter what Peter did, he always managed to make Steve smile. Carrying the bags, and now with a six year old attached to his leg, Steve made his way into the kitchen.

After setting down his load, Steve stooped to pick up Peter. The young boy giggled joyously as his father lifted him into the air before bringing him back down into a hug. The large blonde kissed the top of Peter's head and set him on the ground, turning back to his purchases and rifling through the plastic bags.

"I got something for you while I was out, Pete!" Steve called over his shoulder.

The little boy ran over to Steve and looked in the bag as Steve picked up a cardboard Christmas tree with numbered doors on it. Curiosity got the better of him as Peter asked, "What is it?"

Steve led the boy back to the kitchen table and set the tree in front of Peter's chair. The child looked up at his father, who began to explain.

"It's called an advent calendar."

The energetic boy cut him off (a trait he surely picked up from Tony). "What's it for?"

"It helps you count down the days until Christmas." Steve explained patiently. "Every day this month, you get to open the door with the right number on it. And when you open the door..." he trailed off as he helped Peter find and open the door marked with the number one. The boy's brown eyes lit up as Steve pulled a small piece of chocolate out of the opening. "You get a treat! Do you think you can do it, Peter?"

Peter nodded solemnly. "I can do it, Pops! I'm a big boy."

Steve chuckled and ruffled his hair. "You sure are, Peter."

The first thing Steve noticed upon walking back into the living room was that the quiet chatter between Tony and Peter that had filled the silence in the house for at least an hour suddenly turned into conspiratorial whispers . Steve padded around to the front of the couch quietly, stopping in his tracks when he found his husband and son sprawled out on the floor staring up at him with guilty looks on their faces. For a second he didn't understand why, but he spotted the empty advent calendar between them and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"It was Daddy's idea!" Peter said quickly, pointing a finger at Tony.

"Thanks for not ratting me out," Tony grumbled, shooting Peter a betrayed glance. "this is the last time I let you in on my awesome plans."

Steve shook his head. "I honestly don't know what I expected." he said, staring down disappointedly at the two boys. "Actually, that's a lie," he started again. " I would have expected this from you," he pointed at Tony, who gasped in mock offence. Steve just rolled his eyes before continuing. "but Peter..." he trailed off,

"I'm sorry Pops." Peter said. Steve really shouldn't have been the one feeling bad, but Peter stared up at him with huge puppy dog eyes, and the poor kid looked like he was about to cry real tears.

"It's fine Peter, just next time don't listen to Daddy when he tells you to do things you know you shouldn't, okay?"

"Okay" Peter said, and Steve crouched down to kiss him on the cheek.

"What, no kiss for me?" Tony asked, giving him the fakest hurt look Steve had ever seen. Steve didn't grant him a real response as he stood back up, only glared as Peter tugged on the hem of his sweater.

"Oh, and Pops?"

"Yes, Peter?" he answered, turning back around to face his son.

"I tried to save you a piece, but daddy ate it."

"Snitch!"